Chapter 1148 The Returned Butler

"Hey... Roland..." Nightingale's voice brought him back to his thoughts, "Are you okay?"

"Uh, what's wrong with me?" Roland cleared his throat.

"Looking at the drawings in a daze, my face doesn't look very good - is there any bad news in it?"

"No, maybe I'm just overthinking." Roland shook his head and briefly recounted his guess, "If the world is really like this, it would be too desperate."

A problem that is difficult to ignore is that thousands of years are actually a short period of time for life.

Where were the humans when the radioactive clan and the stickmen were fighting to the death? Where is the devil?

If the war of divine will continues indefinitely, what about the civilizations that have won divine will before?

No matter how tragic the war is, a winner will always be born.

But why are they also missing?

When he thought of this, Roland felt that the road ahead suddenly became much more difficult.

"I see..." Nightingale said thoughtfully, "But even if your guesses are all right, I think there is still a solution."

Roland looked at her unexpectedly, "What can I do?"

"Let me tell you first, I'm not Anna, so I can't tell you anything. It's just my personal thoughts. You're not allowed to laugh. Do you understand?"

"Promise not to laugh."

Nightingale stuffed a piece of dried fish into her mouth, "First of all, you have to admit that this is not a problem that can be reversed in one or two generations, right? So the most important thing is to pass on the message until the time is right."

"Hmm...that makes sense," Roland nodded, "Then what?"

"There is no more."

"Huh?" He was slightly startled.

"Because it has nothing to do with us anymore." Nightingale said matter-of-factly, "Human lifespan is so limited, and it is already very difficult to fulfill the responsibilities of this life, so why worry about what will happen next. As for what those people will do, what can they do? If you can't succeed, it's their responsibility. Even if you think about it in vain, it's meaningless."

He couldn't help but grin... Is this a comfort? But no matter what, such a simple, straightforward and clear-cut idea is indeed the other party's style.

"Are you going to laugh at my short-sightedness?" Nightingale narrowed her eyes.

"No," Roland immediately closed the corners of his mouth, "You thought it through very thoroughly."

"That's pretty much it." She raised her head and said with a hint of pride, "And if you're worried that the newcomers won't be able to shoulder this responsibility, you can still share it with other ethnic groups."

"Split? How to do it?"

"Building ruins to record the "truth" of the War of Divine Will - this is also a way to convey the message. Didn't you discover the existence of the Radiants and Stickmen from the murals in the Temple of the Damned? Build a few more solid underground fortresses in various parts of Graycastle, and carve paintings on the walls to warn other civilized races participating in the war. If time goes on long enough, I think there will always be one or two races that can wait until the time is right. moment. "

Roland couldn't help but be stunned. Nightingale's words could not only be said to be short-sighted, they could even be said to be extremely profound. Even if humanity is completely destroyed and its continuity is cut off in a fateful war, it does not mean that it has withdrawn from the stage. Using this method to pass on ideas, as long as there is a winner who breaks out of the framework, human civilization will inevitably be recorded in the annals of history.

Maybe even she herself didn't realize the meaning contained in this method.

After a while, Roland smiled and shook his head, pouring her a cup of Chaos Drink, "With your head, it's pretty good to think of this."

"The first half of the sentence can be omitted." Although Nightingale said this, she still took the cup without hesitation.

Indeed, that is the last and most helpless resort. he thought. But if possible, he would prefer humans to become recorders, rather than a recorded symbol.

After calling Sean and entrusting him with the stone tablets in the package to Celine, Roland threw himself into the day's work. By afternoon, a man he had been waiting for arrived at the castle.

Carmilla Darry, the housekeeper of Sleeping Island.

The strange thing was that she was not traveling with Tilly, and there was no sign of grooming on her body, and she still retained her dusty look.

This shows that the other party is likely to go straight to the castle as soon as he gets off the boat, and has not even been to Maleficent.

Roland had a bad feeling in his heart.

"You just arrived at Neverwinter City?" He personally made a cup of tea for Carmilla. "Thank you for your hard work. Did the expedition over to Thunder go well?"

The latter drank the tea in one gulp and almost choked on the water, "Cough...cough, something happened in the Shadow Islands, Qiong, she...disappeared!"

"Disappeared?" Roland's heart sank, and he couldn't help but look at each other. "What exactly happened? Please tell me slowly."

"...This is probably the process," it took Carmilla half an hour to tell the whole story. "We waited outside the sea for two days, but we still couldn't wait for Joan to come back. Lei Lei said that only you can know, What happened to Qiong underwater? That distorted scene, the floating pillar island... can it really exist in reality?"

Such a thing could happen!

Roland couldn't help but rub his forehead. The deeper he understood the world, the more weird he felt. Before, he felt that dreams were full of incongruities. Now it seems that reality is not much better.

From the description, the elongated stone pillars and sea fish do not seem to be caused by external forces. An obvious piece of evidence is that before Joan was pulled into the deep sea, Carmilla saw her fingers suddenly grow. If it is pulled out forcefully, the housekeeper who is in a state of spiritual resonance will definitely feel unbearable pain.

But in fact, neither Joan nor Carmilla noticed any physical discomfort.

The only thing he could think of was that space was distorted.

Even though it sounded bizarre and there was no evidence, he knew he had to say something. The reason why Carmilla didn't go to Tilly first or wait until she recovered from fatigue to report again was that she obviously couldn't wait to know about Joan's safety. Judging from her bloodshot eyes, perhaps she had not slept well along the way. To make Carmilla so anxious, in addition to worry, she probably also felt a lot of self-blame.

In other words, even if it is nonsense, you still have to make something up.

Fortunately, there is an example of a "sea line" perpendicular to the sea surface, so no matter how much he talks about it, it won't be too exaggerated.

Roland rubbed his forehead and pondered for a long time before speaking, "I think Thunder's decision is correct."

Carmilla immediately raised her head, "Do you also think that Joan is still alive?"

"Yeah, and it's possible that she went east of the sea line."

"In the blink of an eye, we are thousands of miles apart. Is this... really possible?"

"I'm just speculating. The first thing that can be confirmed is that the water level in the entire Shadow Sea has indeed dropped, right? This change can even affect the ebb and flow of the fjord islands, and the amount of water must be astonishing. So, the drop Where did the water go?" Roland picked up the quill and drew a circle on the paper, "I guess it's the east side of the sea line."

Carmilla thought for a while, "Thunder seems to have said that the seawater near the sea line does flow to the west."

"Because if we don't replenish it, the Whirlpool Sea will dry up and bottom out after two or three low tides." Roland then drew a second circle. The two circles were about a palm apart. "The problem is, if you move it from one place to another, If it is poured out again, then the sea water should be in bursts. But the fact is that the water flow is constantly moving - to achieve this, it must pass through two circles in an instant. So... which is the fastest path? strip?"

Carmilla stretched out her hand uncertainly and gestured between the two circles, "Go straight?"

"Theoretically, this is the case," Roland added a straight line to the two circles, "but there is another possibility." Then he folded the paper so that the two circles overlapped, "In this way, we will arrive instantly. .”

Carmilla took a breath, "How—is this possible?"

"It is indeed beyond common sense, but if it is caused by magic, it cannot be measured by common sense. For example, Nightingale can also achieve short-distance teleportation, and can also pass through obstacles that ordinary people cannot overcome. The effect is not much different from this. "

"..." The butler fell silent for a moment.

"Also, although this is just a hypothesis, the phenomenon you mentioned is very intriguing." Roland inserted the pen tip into the circle. "For example, this pen moved from the front circle to the back circle in the blink of an eye, but it is actually still The journey was completed in a straight line - in other words, from the outside, the fish almost covered a distance of thousands of miles in less than a breath. What kind of scene do you think you will see?"

Carmilla murmured, "Shrink...small?"

"Yes, the visual rules of near and far still apply, so I think it's not that the fish has been elongated, but that its body is thousands of miles away from you, so it naturally looks thinner and longer. "

"Huh..." She took a long breath and finally relaxed, "If there is also a sea outside the circle over there, Joan should be able to survive."

Roland nodded.

"Thank you..." Carmilla seemed to want to say something more, but suddenly her body tilted and fell sideways to the ground.

Nightingale helped her in time.

"She's probably just exhausted."

"Send her to the witch building to rest. I'll send someone to notify Tilly."

"Understood." Nightingale held Carmilla between her arms and dodged into the mist.

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