Even after leaving the dream world, Roland could still feel the coolness behind him.
"Are you all right?" Nightingale, who was lying on the desk and chewing snacks, saw him wake up, and flew to the reclining chair in a flash, "Is there something wrong over there?"
Seeing the familiar face and concerned expression of the other party, the feeling of depression in the alien race dissipated a lot in an instant. He let out a long breath and forced a smile, "There is no problem, just some new discoveries."
Nightingale showed a suspicious look, "Really? Your face doesn't look that bad." As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and touched Roland's forehead, "Look... you're sweating."
Only then did Roland realize that the coolness on the back came from the slightly damp lining.
"You know I'm not lying, it was just a dream after all."
However, his confidence is not as strong as he expected. The dream world is becoming more and more complicated, or, in other words, it is more and more like a real world.
"I don't know." Nightingale pouted.
"what?"
"Distinguishing lies also requires casting to take effect," she said, spreading her hands, "You are now not only the king of Greycastle, but also the leader of the Taquila ancient witch and the Sleeping Spell, and even the Kingdom of Dawn is willing to listen to you. I have surpassed the king in the general sense, and I will only have more and more secrets in the future. If I knew everything... I would be less comfortable." She paused, "You don't like it either... others see through everything. feeling?"
Looking at Nightingale who had deliberately turned his gaze away, Roland couldn't help but chuckle, and even the last bit of heaviness disappeared.
He could probably guess what the other person was thinking.
Most superiors really don't want their subordinates to know too much. An ambiguous attitude and maintaining a sense of mystery are themselves a kind of imperial art. No matter the East or the West, knowing too much is generally not good. Nightingale knew for sure that he wouldn't do it, so alienation was usually the only way to go.
"What's so funny," she said angrily, taking two bites of dried fish, "I'm just worried that you're in trouble just now."
"Cough," Roland restrained his smile and said solemnly, "Indeed, no one likes to be seen through by others, especially those in power." He deliberately paused for a moment, "But, you are not "other". "
And he is not a real feudal king.
It is precisely because he has seen the ups and downs of many dynasties on the long river of history that he is more aware of what he really wants.
This magnificent cause must be accomplished by a group of people who truly trust him.
"Huh?" Nightingale couldn't help but froze.
"If you hadn't come to Border Town, I would have already died in the hands of the head maid sent by the third sister." Roland said slowly, "Besides, after waiting for the Battle of Divine Will to start, there will definitely be more crises. Kingdom The interior will not be monolithic, you still have a lot of work to do, so can I still treat you as an outsider?"
This era is not without its merits. If it were changed to later generations, his remarks could only be exchanged for a blank eye at most.
"Besides, the most terrible lie is not to deceive others, but to deceive yourself. With you around, at least I don't have to worry about that."
Nightingale tilted her head and muttered, "My ability can't stop you from deceiving yourself."
"Of course it can be done. You can feel the degree of insincere words in one sentence, right? For example, 30% hesitant to cover up, and outright lies."
"Well, the return of magic is different."
"So, if you pretend to be confident when you are not sure, you are deceiving yourself. Sometimes, the former is even more harmful than the latter. At this time, as long as you remind me, it may be able to be saved. Maybe a big mistake." Roland spread his hands and said, "How about it, now you know how important your responsibilities are?"
"That being the case," Nightingale said after a moment of silence, "Then I will ask you one more time, this time I will use my abilities."
Roland made an indulgent gesture.
"Are you really okay?"
So, what she wants to be sure of most is her own safety...
Roland replied with a smile, "Ah, this time it's really no problem."
After hearing this sentence, Nightingale also felt relieved, "Then what is the new discovery you're talking about?"
"This is exactly what I will announce to all the commanders of the United Front." He got up and walked to the desk, picking up the phone leading to the third frontier city, "I see the memory of the devil."
…
"That's how it happened," Roland recounted what he saw in the dream world in detail, but hid the information on the Martial Daoist book and the red note, "What do you think?"
Pasha in the light curtain was the first to say, "This information is of great significance, Your Majesty. No one has ever been able to go deep into the devil's city and come back alive. You are the first person in history, although you are in a dream."
"Just based on these contents, you are enough to receive the three seats of the Federation," El Xia rarely refuted, and his voice was quite excited, "It turns out that the devil obtains power by fusing magic stones, so, Many previous questions have been answered!"
"That's right, especially the ability to master the power from the magic stone," Celine, who has the deepest research on magic, continued, "Since the madman can change so much, we can infer that the high-level devil should also pass a similar As long as a certain number of magic stones are born in the way of , they can transform into completely different species. This change does not come from blood inheritance, but a mutation of power. This can also explain why high-level devils have so many different abilities."
"I have a question," Tilly, the leader of Maleficent, asked, "Is there an upper limit to this kind of enhancement?"
Her words caused a brief silence in the conference room.
After a while, Celine replied, "I'm afraid not."
"Are they stronger than Transcendent?" Wendy frowned.
"It can't be compared like that," Celine shook her head, "Do you still remember the last words left by the underground civilization? The path of magic is the path to the gods, and one day, we will be no different from the gods. In other words , as long as you continue to improve your control and understanding of magic, there will be no end to growth, whether it is for witches, devils or underground civilizations. Fortunately, this road is full of thorns, and it is not so easy to achieve.”
"On the contrary, this news is good for us. The birth of blood means steady growth. The number of high-level demons that can be saved in four hundred years is definitely a terrifying number," Celine continued. "Fortunately, we finally know now that they are It also needs to be resigned to fate. In addition, from His Majesty’s information, it can be concluded that the probability of success in promotion should not be too high, otherwise the reaction of the devil at that time would not have been so strong.”
As expected of a witch who has fought against the devil all her life, Roland thought, she could analyze so much information from such a scene.
"I'm more worried about the rumor than the new promotion," Pasha said again in a voice that only he could hear, "your discovery can be said to have confirmed it in a sense. I feel very uneasy, why would someone do such a thing? I always feel that the battle of divine will may not be as simple as we imagined.”
Roland also replied with consciousness, "Indeed. But no matter what, those are facts that have already happened. No matter how worried you are, you can't change them. All you can do is fight to the end."
"...Your will is amazing, Your Majesty." Pasha exclaimed after a while, "Despite your mortal status, the Federation did make a mistake."
It wasn't like that at the beginning either, he smiled and didn't answer.
Six days later, the First Army's forward troops officially entered the devil's surveillance range.
Roland also got an enemy report from the front.
"Silvi reported that he found traces of the enemy, and a group of terrifying beasts was flying towards the First Army." Nightingale, who was holding the listening talisman, recounted.
Just let it be the prelude to the Battle of Divine Will, Roland nodded, "Let them act according to the plan."