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"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" Nightingale's voice awakened Roland from his distraction, "Your Majesty is still waiting for your reply."
"Ah, I know all of this," Roland blinked, calmed his mind, and handed back the report in his hand to Barov, "Just do as you said."
"Yes," Barov stroked his chest and solemnly added before leaving, "Please take care of yourself, Your Majesty."
After the manager left the office, Roland asked Nightingale, "Why, do I look bad?"
"Well, it looks alright," the latter deliberately looked at him for a while before saying, "It's just that I've been in a daze recently, isn't it related to the erosion of the dream world?"
Roland shook his head, "Those changes in the dream won't affect anything, it's just that some things are a little weird in retrospect, there's nothing to worry about."
"Really... that's fine." Nightingale curled her lips.
This is the fourth day since he left the dreamland. Although Falti successfully located the location of the association headquarters, Ling was unable to sneak into it. According to her statement, there has never been a place like that area, clearly built in a place where you can’t see your fingers. underground, but there is no shadow to hide. All over her head were the shiny "bands of light", which she waited in place for several hours without ever seeing it go out.
Afterwards, Ling was quite frustrated and applied to Roland for punishment, but the latter naturally rejected it without hesitation.
The next game plan was implemented very smoothly. After that, Roland did not stop bringing the new Taquila witch into the dream, but what he saw and heard in the headquarters that day was always pressing on his heart like a rock.
From top to bottom, the whole incident revealed indescribable strangeness.
The first is a conclusion about the world of membranes.
He had always believed that the dream world would present a modern society full of the power of nature in order to integrate his and Jieluo's memories and maintain internal self-consistency. In other words, no matter how many inconceivable phenomena there are, the rules are based on self-consistent needs. Most of these rules are taken from his consciousness, which he can understand and accept easily.
But the words that the chief disciple Lan said completely exceeded the scope of his knowledge reserve.
The only thing Roland knew was that membrane theory was developed from superstring theory, and that was it. These two theories are extremely mysterious, and he has not gone into it at all. Unlike quantum mechanics, he has read one or two popular science books. In the dream world, they should have been hidden as invisible content, just like those books with only covers and open blanks.
However, whether it was Lan's explanation, or the derivation formula and proof displayed on the screen in the hall, they all looked the same. It was the first time in a dream that he saw something that he couldn't understand at all. It felt like a high school student. Dreaming of the peak of physics, a unified theory, is absurd and incredible.
This even made him feel that the dream world today was completely different from the world he entered in the first place.
It was as if something was growing wildly out of sight.
Another strange thing is the chief disciple himself.
After Garcia reminded him, Roland realized that the eyesight, hearing and reaction of martial artists were better than ordinary people. If Lan was talking to him on the stage, not only the guards around, but even the newcomers in the first two rows of the hall should be able to Hear one or two. But the fact is that no one turned their eyes to the two of them at that time, obviously it was not a whisper attached to the ear, but it did not attract any attention. He didn't take it to heart at that time, but he remembered later, how could a newcomer who was taken care of by the chief disciple alone not attract everyone's attention
And the words the other party said made him puzzled.
"Listen carefully to what I say next, it may help you."
Talking about the origin of erosion, the connection between martial artists and the fallen demons, how does this help him? Even if he wants to join the association and become the person who saves the world, does he know that these are not important at all
All kinds of weird signs made Roland feel a little bit resistant to the dream world. He planned to temporarily stop connecting with the dream world after all the witches of God's Punishment had gone in and enjoyed it once.
At the critical moment when the Battle of Divine Will is approaching, it is better to be safe.
"Your Majesty?" Nightingale's voice came into his ears again, this time with a faint burst of heat, "...You seem to be in a daze again."
"Cough, I'm really fine," Roland shook his head and put his distracting thoughts behind him, "It's just that I have a little more things to think about recently, and my body is a little sleepy."
"But why do I feel that your words are a bit insincere," Nightingale sat on the table and put her feet up, "Could it be that you were in the dream world with those witches..."
"This is impossible!" He suddenly felt dumbfounded, "I just took them to experience different flavors of food!"
"Well... this sentence is true," Nightingale blinked her eyes and showed a sly smile, "I'm also a little worried, I can't go to that world again, and I can't protect you all the time, if they suddenly get into trouble, it will be troublesome. After all, it has been hundreds of years of unconsciousness, and now that I have finally recovered, I will definitely want to relive all the feelings in the past, there are more than 20 people, how can you be able to withstand it."
"The more you say it, the more outrageous it is," Roland glared at her angrily. "Who did you learn these ideas from, so can't you focus your energy on learning?"
Nightingale covered her mouth, "I just mentioned it casually."
"If I have your ability, then it will definitely remind me loudly that you are lying," Roland snorted, "You had the idea of asking this from the beginning, right?"
"Okay, I admit... but this is not my idea alone," Nightingale stuck out her tongue, hiding her figure, "I was asked by others."
Entrusted? Before Roland could ask who he was entrusted with, there was already a knock on the door outside the office.
He had to take the words back temporarily, "Come in."
The door opened, and a tall man walked in quickly, then put his legs together neatly, and raised his hand to salute Roland, "Your Majesty, Iron Axe will report to you!"
It takes about four or five days to travel from Bishui Port to Neverwinter City. It is quite exhausting to take a boat all the way to this point. However, on the face of this alien officer, he could not see a trace of fatigue, and his eyes still revealed a hint of fatigue. Full of spirit and high fighting spirit.
"Very good," Roland nodded in relief, "You should already know the battle plan of Neverwinter, right?"
"I heard what Brian said," Iron Axe replied. "The First Army will divide its troops into two groups, recovering Graycastle from east and west, and finally cross the border and attack the City of Dawn Light. I just don't understand one thing, you Let Brian take over my task and stay in Clear Water Harbor to protect Miss Echo, who will be in charge of the Eastern Front?"
It seems that he has already put the main attack direction on his shoulders before assigning the task, Roland can't help but smile, "Brian still lacks experience, defending one place is not a problem, but leading the army all the way is still prone to accidents, so East You are in charge of the line army."
Iron Axe was stunned for a moment, "The offensive on the western front..."
"I will direct myself," Roland said slowly.