Chapter 1349 Time

This explanation is quite far-fetched, but Anna and Shujuan were unable to detect any more problems for the time being.

After waking up, his body temperature, breathing and pulse were at normal levels. Even Roland himself was surprised that the dizziness came without warning, as if his consciousness was suddenly cut off. The road from Beipo Mountain to the castle was completely It's blank.

During the examination, he also learned from Shujuan what happened after he fainted.

Several people heard Anna's cry, but did not witness the scene of him falling - the moment Roland lost consciousness, Nightingale pulled them both into the fog at the same time. Later, Anna came forward to explain that it was just a exclamation when she almost slipped, and then covered up the matter without any danger.

As for where His Majesty the King went, no one was particularly concerned. After all, Nightingale's power was deeply rooted in people's hearts, and it was almost impossible to hurt Roland from her hands. Therefore, as long as she is guarding him, Roland does not need his personal guards to accompany him at all times. Besides, there is no need to inform them of the King of Graycastle's itinerary. When the radio communication test is a great success, it is normal for His Majesty to take the first step.

Because of this, the only three people who stayed by his side were Anna, Shujuan, and Nightingale, and even the other members of the Witch Alliance had no idea.

After hearing this, Roland finally felt relieved.

I have to say that Nightingale made the most correct choice at the critical moment. Now that the entire affairs of Graycastle are tied to him, and there are powerful enemies outside that need to be fought, the upper and lower levels must maintain a high degree of consistency in order to fight a bloody path in the battle of divine will. If he falls at this time, it will definitely bring instability. Even if it is only a brief coma, people can't help but speculate on his physical condition.

The best way to deal with it is to pretend it never happened.

"Thank you." Roland smiled at Nightingale.

The latter did not take the opportunity to ask for a few bottles of Chaos drinks as usual, but responded in a low voice, "No, it's nothing... As long as you're fine."

After finishing the meal delivered from the kitchen, it was just after eight o'clock in the evening.

Roland originally planned to go to the office to modify the design of the Skyfire, but Anna pushed him back to the bed on the grounds that the patient just needed a good rest. In desperation, he had no choice but to do as he was told, and even canceled his dream trip at night - after all, this sudden coma made him feel a little guilty. Tragedy had happened before due to long overtime work, so it wouldn't be a bad thing to rest for a while.

After saying good night, the three of them walked out of the room one after another.

After the door was closed, the room was suddenly shrouded in night, leaving only the faintly visible city lights outside the window, which illuminated the small piece of glass in the gap between the curtains.

About a quarter of an hour later, Roland heard a rustling sound.

In this quiet and windless bedroom, the velvet curtain legs swayed slightly.

He turned his head and looked, and saw a dark shadow appearing at the window, blocking the only source of light. The dim light reflecting behind it outlines a thin silver edge.

Such a scene makes people feel inexplicably nostalgic.

Roland sat up and said without surprise, "Can you tell me now what happened?"

The shadow walked to the window and exposed his beautiful curly hair.

It was the nightingale who came.

"You knew I would come?" She was stunned.

"You wouldn't be like this normally." Roland smiled and shook his head. He took out the luminous magic stone from the bedside table and put it into the lamp trough. The soft yellow light suddenly illuminated the entire room. "Your expression just now seemed like your thoughts were written on your face."

"Then Anna..." Nightingale subconsciously covered her face.

"I guess she noticed it, right? That's why she left me in the bedroom." Roland let out a sigh, "But since she didn't take the initiative to ask, it's like acquiescing to your judgment on this matter - if you think We can’t let anyone else know, and she probably won’t ask any more questions.”

This is undoubtedly a kind of trust.

There was a complicated expression in Nightingale's eyes.

"To be honest, I'm also very curious." Roland continued, "I feel comfortable and don't feel any discomfort. These words are not lies made up to comfort you, but my true feelings. You can clearly hear this, Why did you still look worried? What were you worried about?"

She lowered her eyelids, "There are not only three people who know about your coma."

"More than three people?"

"Nana was not in Neverwinter, and Lily was unable to heal the wound. No one could even determine your condition at that time." Nightingale said slowly, "In desperation, I thought of a person... even though she was helpless against the specific illness. , but at least I can make an overall judgment. So I took Anna into the bedroom without telling her."

"Do you mean……"

"Momo."

Roland's heart skipped a beat. This was indeed a very suitable candidate. The lifespan trend itself could explain a lot of problems. Nightingale was able to sort out her thoughts and find the correct way to deal with such a chaotic situation. She was undoubtedly much more mature than before. However, thinking of the other party's preoccupied appearance, he vaguely felt that that might not be a good outcome.

"What did Momo see?"

"...Fourteen," Nightingale stared at him for a long time before whispering back, "The number has changed from seventeen to fourteen."

"Is it shortened... by three years?" Roland couldn't help but frowned. This is too unbelievable. If the disease is getting worse, there should be some signs. But he did feel energetic now, not to mention sick.

Nightingale seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "It's not disease, nor fatigue... I have compared the samples of criminals in the mining area, and none of them match yours. It is obviously not normal to shorten three years from several months, otherwise the actual time of these four to five years It's equivalent to a reduction of thirty or forty years. It could only have started very recently."

This is indeed possible. Roland touched his chin and said, "But I haven't encountered anything special recently..."

"No, there is one thing." Nightingale leaned down, "Maybe you haven't noticed it yourself, but I know it better than anyone else - in the past few months, the number of times you have entered the dream world has increased several times compared to before. In addition, I can't think of any other reason!" She reached out and held Roland's hand, and her tone changed slightly, "Promise me not to enter the dream world again, okay?"

Roland couldn't help but suddenly realized that this was the case. Yes, the biggest change in the past few months is probably the dream world - the key is not the number of times you enter, but the core of natural power that is absorbed. According to Lan, dreams will continue to expand due to the growth of magic power, until they invade the realm of gods. He didn't know what the world of consciousness would look like in the end, but he clearly felt the self-enrichment process of a world.

And as a creator who is closely connected to it, it seems reasonable that the pressure on him has increased significantly.

Thinking about it now, Lan's solemn mention of "time is running out" at that time may not only refer to the will of the gods, but also to his situation.

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