Roland's mood also surged with these words. He originally wanted to blame her for not risking her life. Looking at her relaxed smile, he swallowed the words when they reached his throat, and didn't know what to answer for a while.
In the end, he had to pat her on the back, "Don't be so reckless next time."
Nightingale nodded first, then shook her head, her voice so low that only he could hear, "I'm not like Anna, I can turn those blueprints into reality... That's all I can do for you." She paused for a moment. After a while, he continued, "But don't worry, being by your side is the most important thing. I won't put myself in danger easily."
The straightforward words made her cheeks turn a little red. Although she suddenly became vague halfway through speaking, Roland still heard the word "you".
After speaking, probably exhausting all his courage, Nightingale sprang out of his arms and escaped into the mist.
It's hard to imagine that this woman, who was obviously brave enough to say these words, was able to hold a musket and explosives in a single-handed confrontation with terrifying monsters in the ruins.
He couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief.
"In the future, please continue to be my guard."
Nightingale's voice came from behind her. When she mentioned this, her tone suddenly became much calmer, and for some reason, Roland felt a sense of security that he had not seen for a long time.
What follows is the customary hug from the other witches.
But what made him a little uncomfortable was the look in the eyes of the Taquila survivors looking at him.
Unlike the members of the alliance who were full of laughter and laughter, they still maintained the basic order after they docked, carrying black boxes one by one across the dock under the leadership of the first few people. But when they passed by Roland, their eyes almost seemed to be pinned to him, and there was a burning emotion like substance in them. The eagerness and eagerness to try made him shiver a few times.
Roland knew the reason, but Pasha and the others had already told the news of the dream world to the God's Punishment Witches on the front line of Snow Mountain. The purpose of their return on this trip was not only to carry some search results, but also to transport the soul instruments to Daxue. Yamanaka, complete the transfer work that occupies the phagocytic worm.
The problem is that if they were all women, they wouldn't let him care so much, but most of these witches of God's Punishment are male. After all, the source of their shells limits their choices. It was also a helpless move, but for Roland, the feeling was very different.
Even if they knew that they were still female in their souls, if they were stared directly at by a group of tall and strong "men", they would still feel repulsive instinctively. If the eyes still had uncontrollable desire, the feeling would be even worse.
After finally waiting for the greeting to end, Roland had just returned to the castle when Nightingale dangled her long legs again and appeared on his desk.
"Those things that empty shells can enter the dream world... are they true?"
It seems that it is not only the remnants of Taquila, the news has also reached the ears of other witches.
"I was also very surprised at first," Roland shrugged. "As long as they interrupt their consciousness within the range of the beam of light, they will appear in the dream. The beam of light is not so much a connection with the gods as it is a transmission channel."
Nightingale pursed her lips and did not answer, but her eyes became brighter and brighter, and her feet were placed on his knees. Obviously, without outsiders watching, she is much more courageous.
"No!" Roland immediately vetoed, "I know what you're thinking, transform yourself into a witch of God's Punishment, and then enter a dream? I won't agree with you."
Unlike Anna, Nightingale is obviously impulsive in her actions, which he has learned a long time ago, so after sensing the other party's thoughts, he immediately stopped her thoughts. If she left it alone, she might really do it.
"But I..."
"It's nothing or nothing," Roland said without hesitation, "entering a dream does not mean that it is integrated into my consciousness, nor does it mean that it can live in the world forever, it is just a strange imitation world, and it is also eroded by unknown forces, said Someday it won't exist. And even if I dream every day, it's only for one night, what about other times? Are you going to live with a body that will never feel?"
Nightingale lowered her head and was silent for a while, "I just heard that they can go to places that only you have seen, and it feels too unfair."
Roland was amused by her indignant tone, "The price they pay is unimaginable, the life without consciousness is more terrifying than the invisible cage, even the dream world is only a small compensation, you don't need to envy them .And what about "being around... is the most important thing"? He imitated the other party's tone and said, "I don't want a bearded warrior of God's punishment beside me all day. "
Nightingale immediately turned her head away in embarrassment, "I-I know! I didn't say that I had to attach myself to the empty shell. You said it yourself."
Roland smiled, "Want a Chaos drink?"
She immediately turned her head back, "Yes!"
Well, that's really understandable.
He took out a pack of fragrant dried fish from the drawer and placed it on the table, opened a bottle of the new sky blue drink, and filled the nightingale with a glass, "Thank you this time, I heard Agatha say, if You didn't hit that monster badly, everyone could be in danger."
Nightingale drank the drink in one gulp, let out a long breath, and picked up a piece of dried fish before rubbing her nose and saying, "What's there to thank you, you are too outspoken."
"This is not an outsider," Roland shook his head, "If the Witch Alliance's exploration troop is wiped out, it will definitely be an irreparable loss to Neverwinter City, so your credit is as important as Anna's, but each has its own strengths. ,do you understand?"
After hearing these words, Nightingale couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth, but as if she didn't want him to see through her own thoughts, she hurriedly used the action of chewing dried fish to hide her happy expression, "Uh... By the way, before you It is said that the dream world is being eroded by unknown forces, what is going on? Will you be in danger?"
Faced with such a blunt way of changing the subject, Roland smirked inwardly, without revealing it, and continued following her question, "It's a long story, but one thing is certain, it won't affect what the world will be like in the end. In reality, as long as I don't want to dream, the beam of light will not appear."
As for the unknown power, Garcia said that the Martial Daoist Association will sooner or later organize new entrants to understand the true face of the world.
Rather than erosion, Roland was more concerned about the math Olympiad textbook that suddenly had new content.