After half an hour, Roland finally understood roughly what had happened during the month or so he had been in a coma.
The church was undoubtedly hit hard. The God's Punishment Army was almost completely wiped out, and the Judgment Army wiped out more than half of it. Many of the more than 2,000 people who fled back had already taken the Kuanghua Pills, and it was only a matter of time before they were corrupted by magic power.
Coupled with the disappearance of the Pope and the death of a large number of high-level commanders, after this battle, the Holy City of Hermes was no longer able to touch the border of Greycastle, and it was difficult to say whether it could even survive the next Demon Moon.
However, the losses of the First Army were also not small.
The main reason is that in the raid of the Black Veil Witch, all the soldiers who saw her eyes and did not wear the Stone of God's Retaliation were affected to varying degrees. Among the more than 700 casualties, 80% were caused by her.
And Roland's fall has also greatly shaken the military's heart.
As a last resort, Iron Axe issued an order to withdraw.
Fortunately, the functions of the City Hall are very complete at this time, and with everyone's concerted efforts, there is no problem. The statement announced to the public was that His Majesty was accidentally injured in the battle and needed to rest. The funeral of the fallen soldiers of the First Army was also co-hosted by Iron Axe and Barov.
After listening to the narrations of the witches, Roland became very interested in the captured Pure Ones.
"You said they don't have any feelings for the church?" He looked at Agatha, "The witch named Isabella is still willing to help us fight the devil?"
"Both Vanilla and Maggie were not adopted by the Archbishop. They were only selected from the monastery to carry out this mission. Nightingale has confirmed this separately." Agatha replied, "Isabella is very strange. She doesn't seem to care who she works for, as long as she can defeat the devil. She also said that this was instilled in her by the last pope."
"What do you think?"
"I suggest keeping Isabella for now."
"But she is a pure person raised by the church, and she is our enemy!" Scroll frowned, "If it weren't for her, that witch named Zero wouldn't have hurt Your Majesty at all."
"As far as I know, Wendy was also raised by the church."
"That's different! Wendy never hurt anyone else."
"Isabella has not directly harmed any witch either. Her abilities can only work on the divine stone, and few witches wear the divine stone on their own initiative," Agatha said in disdain, "Nightingale confirmed that she did not lie."
"Is that so?" Roland looked to the other side of the big bed.
After a while, a reluctant answer came from there, "Yeah."
"The most important thing is her ability," Agatha continued, "Isabella mentioned that the lightless black holes formed by the God's Retaliation Stone have a unique vibration pattern, and she can create an opposite The tremor made the magic stone ineffective. Maybe this is the key to cracking the secret of the demon slayer. I even suspect that she is a natural demon slayer. If she can figure out the relationship between the magic stone and magic power, other witches may also be able to do the same. to this point."
The news caused a gasp in the crowd.
For most of them, the Stone of God's Punishment is an insurmountable threshold. It is precisely because of the limitation of the Stone of God that they suffer from oppression and displacement, and are helpless in the face of the arrest of the church and nobles.
Roland stroked his chin thoughtfully to counteract the tremor? This is almost the same as the characteristics of waves. When the magic power spreads, it also spreads in the way of waves
"If that's the case, let's keep it for now," he said after pondering for a moment, "I'll talk about how to deal with it after I've seen her."
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Apparently, the witch was not the only one in Neverwinter who was concerned about his safety. By the afternoon, high-level officials such as Barov, Iron Axe, and Karl who received the news came to the castle one after another. Everyone showed a relieved look when they saw him. , especially the chief of the city hall, even holding Roland and choked up.
Since he had just woken up, he did not ask too much about political affairs, but put the content of the conversation on small talk and appeasement. The long-term coma made the people in Neverwinter feel panic. Now the most important thing is to inspire people and let everyone Everyone knows that their king has recovered.
In the evening, a sumptuous banquet was held in the castle district. Almost all the officials of the city hall and the First Army were present, and the tables full of food were placed in the courtyard.
Not only that, he also ordered his subordinates to push carts of hot wheat porridge into the square, so that the citizens of the whole city could participate in the celebration.
After the feast, Roland returned to his bedroom.
"Nightingale," he called softly.
No one responded.
"Nightingale," he repeated, "I know you're here."
Still no movement.
Roland sighed, turned around and took two steps, reached out and touched Nightingale's body.
When the latter appeared and was about to kneel down, he directly lifted her up.
Hey, the strength seems to have increased a little.
But it didn't matter, Roland glared at her viciously, and before she could speak, he said directly, "I know what you're feeling guilty about, but it's not your fault, and I'm fine in the end, so stop blaming yourself, understand?"
"Agatha clearly reminded me, but I still... eh, Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"
Roland hugged her directly.
This was the first time he took the initiative to hug Nightingale.
Originally, Roland had prepared many words of comfort and persuasion, but when it came to his lips, he didn't want to say any more.
He knew what the other party really needed.
Before being hit by the dim light that Zero turned into, Nightingale pushed him away without hesitation, and she still remembered the back of her body in front of him. She was ready to sacrifice at that time. Facing such a woman, he could still What more can you ask for
"Wait a while," Roland whispered, "I'll take care of this."
"Solve... what?"
He didn't answer, but he knew that Nightingale could understand what she meant. Her slightly hurried breathing was the best proof.
Silence is often invisible harm.
Since he can't turn a blind eye, he can only put this responsibility on himself.
Even if it will be a thorny road.
Then Nightingale relaxed all over. When the pressure was removed, her expression became firm again.
When people are vulnerable, all that is needed is a promise.
Hope makes sense.
"Well, I'll wait." She sobbed.
There were tears, but not a trace of sadness.
The moist and warm touch filled Roland's heart.
After sending Nightingale away, he slept very soundly that night.
When he opened his eyes, the snow-white ceiling appeared in front of him again.
Well... it's this clumsy dream again.
Since he already knew how to get out, he was much calmer this time.
Rubbing the back of his head, which was slightly painful, he walked out of the room, just in time to see the white-haired girl walking out of the kitchen with a plate.
"Wake up?" She frowned, "Did you go crazy yesterday, uncle?" (.,, Your support is my biggest motivation.) 17-03-11 11:19:47