Chapter 1095 Thoughts

After finishing the conversation with the front line, Nightingale placed a silver-white sealing ring in front of his desk.

This is a special buckle for flying messengers. It is made of two pieces of aluminum. The inside can accommodate a palm-sized curled paper. Compared with the original method of directly tying the cloth strip to the paw, it has evolved a lot. Soraya's special "ultra-thin paper" has greatly increased the amount of information transmitted by MeSign.

Since the probability of an accident to a flying courier cannot be ignored after the distance exceeds 500 kilometers, administrative offices in various places have set up relay nodes. In order to sort secret messages efficiently, the buckle is also printed with an identification number, which is equivalent to the ticket in later generations. With just one glance, you can understand where this secret letter is sent from and where it is sent.

The initial letter C on this buckle means that it comes from the Kingdom of Dawn. When Roland set up this system for confidentiality reasons, he directly used the pinyin abbreviation for his own convenience instead of the standard characters common to the four kingdoms.

"Is it from Dawn Thorn Town?" He raised his eyebrows, "When did you get it?"

"Just ten minutes ago, Honey came here." Nightingale replied, "But I saw you were on the phone, so I didn't interrupt you."

Could it be that there are any new discoveries in the Congshan ruins? Roland pried open the clasp and unfolded the letter.

The content of the letter was a bit long, and it took him half an hour to understand the situation that the personal guards had encountered recently.

"I didn't expect that the church would one day ask for help from Graycastle." Roland couldn't help but sigh after putting down the letter. Although he knew that once they gave up Hermes, they would never have a chance to come back, but they still had to go to a remote place to make a comeback. There is nothing wrong with one party being powerful. In the end, it was the former bishop of the church who dealt the fatal blow to the escapees. I have to say that this was a really dramatic ending.

"What happened to the group of orphaned dogs who left the monastery in the Holy City and ran away alone?" Nightingale asked curiously.

"If what the letter says is correct, the church almost ceases to exist." Roland handed the letter to the other party, "Their last hope betrayed them."

Nightingale looked at him after reading the letter, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Now that all the housekeepers of the Earl of Grand Duke Island have confessed, and the relics and treasures have been found, it is only a matter of time to send someone to the Wolf Heart." Roland lightly knocked on the table and said, "The Ceremony Magic Cube can treat concentrated high-purity uranium pieces. If there is a reaction, then the scene in the mural may not be a pure artistic fiction. No matter what role it has, it is best controlled by Neverwinter City. As for the captured church agent Farina..." He paused He paused, "Just bring him back with Qiao for trial."

"Sure enough, it seems like your style of answer." Nightingale smiled slightly.

"I thought you wouldn't like this answer." Roland said carefully, "After all, the church has brutally persecuted you."

"I did hate the church very much, and even hated humans." Nightingale said frankly, "But ever since I learned that the person behind all this was Akalis, who was also a witch, and that everything she did was to perpetuate herself. , my thoughts changed. It’s hard to hate her anymore. I just feel that she is pitiful and pathetic. What’s more, the church that was supported by Falling Star City has now disappeared. Even if I want revenge, I can’t find the target. .”

"Uh... have you ever hated humans?" Roland asked slightly surprised.

"It's strange that I don't hate it," Nightingale glared at him, "I can't control the awakening of magic power, and I didn't use it to do evil everywhere. Why should I be chased away like a street rat? Since you regard me as an alien, Then why should I get along with you as the same kind - this is probably what I was thinking at the time. And I dare say that most witches have had similar emotions."

"Is that why you showed up in my bedroom with a dagger in the first place?"

"I was already restrained enough at that time," Nightingale chuckled. "The idea of ​​hating humans is just a vague thought, but hating nobles is real. If it weren't for Anna falling into your hands, I would I won’t have the patience to sit down and talk with you… Have you forgotten my previous title?”

Well, not really. The Shadow Killer was a life-threatening ghost that once made the entire aristocratic circle of the old royal capital feel embarrassed.

"So what you did at that time was..."

"You're just pretending," Nightingale covered her mouth and said, "If I can expose your true nature, Anna can have a deeper understanding of what a noble is, but it's a pity..."

What's a pity? Are you regretting that you were unable to persuade Anna to leave Border Town, or are you regretting that the attempt was ineffective? Roland said angrily, "It seems that I was really lucky at that time."

"When you have hatred, it's easy to go to an extreme." Nightingale patted him on the shoulder, "It didn't take long for me to discover that there are people like you among the nobility, who are just like me. Maybe try It’s good to have some trust.”

"Should I say thank you for the recognition?"

"You're welcome." She said confidently, "As for later, there are pure people among witches, even like Zero, and those immature ideas naturally disappeared."

"Yeah...it's not easy for you either." Roland sighed.

"Why do I think your mood is a little low?" Nightingale leaned down and the ends of her hair fell on his cheek, "Just because you are pretending in the front, it doesn't mean that you are pretending in the back. For example... now."

As soon as she finished speaking, she escaped into the mist. When she appeared again, she was leaning on the lounge chair with dried fish in her mouth and winking at him with a proud look on her face.

Roland was so angry that he stood up and was about to teach her a lesson so that she could understand who was the King of Graycastle when the phone suddenly rang.

It's the special line for the head of the Administration Department.

He gave Nightingale a "just wait" look and picked up the phone.

"Your Majesty," Barov's voice soon sounded over there, "A special visitor came to the old capital and said that he wants to see you no matter what."

It was not uncommon for a guest to be introduced to him personally by the King's Hand. "Oh? Who is the other party?"

"Master of Drama, His Excellency Kajin Feisi." Barov said with a hint of excitement in his tone.

Why is it him again? Roland frowned. Didn't he clearly express his rejection in the letter? "I still have a lot of things to do. If he doesn't have anything particularly important..."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Barov quickly told the other party's purpose.

"Are you sure?" Roland was slightly stunned.

"Yes, this is what he said himself!" the manager vowed.

Hearing this, Roland couldn't help but have an idea in his mind. After a moment of silence, he changed his previous idea and said, "I will meet him in the castle parlor. You can make arrangements."