Chapter 634 There Is Nothing to Be Afraid of Anymore

After half an hour, Roland finally figured out what had happened during his coma for more than a month.

The church was undoubtedly hit hard. The God's Punishment Army was almost wiped out, and the Judgment Army was wiped out by more than half. Many of the more than 2,000 people who fled back had already taken Kuanghua Pills, and it was only a matter of time before they were corrupted by magic power.

Coupled with the disappearance of the Pope and the death of a large number of high-ranking commanders, after this battle, the Holy City of Hermes is no longer able to touch the border of Graycastle, and it is hard to say whether it can even survive the next month of demons.

However, the loss of the First Army was also not small.

The main reason was the raid of the Black Veil Witch - all the soldiers who saw her eyes and did not wear the God's Stone of Retaliation were affected to varying degrees, and 80% of the more than 700 casualties were caused by her.

The fall of Roland also greatly shook the morale of the army.

As a last resort, Iron Ax issued an order to withdraw troops.

Fortunately, the functions of the city hall are very complete at this time, and with everyone's concerted efforts, there is no problem. The statement announced to the public was that His Majesty was accidentally wounded in the battle and needed rest. The funeral of the fallen soldiers of the First Army was also presided over by Iron Ax and Barov.

After listening to the narrations of the witches, Roland became very interested in the captured pure ones.

"You said they don't have any affection for the church?" He looked at Agatha. "The witch named Isabella is still willing to help us fight against the devil?"

"Neither Vanilla nor Maggie was adopted by the archbishop, they were only selected from the monastery to carry out this mission, which Nightingale has confirmed separately." Agatha replied, "Isabella is very strange, She doesn't seem to care who she works for, as long as she can defeat the devil. She also said that this is what the previous pope instilled in her."

"What do you think?"

"I propose to keep Isabella for the time being."

"But she is a pure person raised by the church, she is our enemy!" Scroll frowned, "If it wasn't for her, that witch named Zero would not be able to hurt Your Majesty at all."

"As far as I know, Wendy was also raised by the church."

"That's different! Wendy never hurt anyone else."

"Isabella also didn't directly hurt any witch. Her ability can only work on the God Stone, and very few witches actively wear the God Stone," Agatha said disapprovingly, "Nightingale confirmed that she didn't lie."

"Is that so?" Roland looked to the other side of the big bed.

After a while, there was a reluctant answer from over there, "Yeah."

"The most important thing is her ability," Agatha continued, "Isabella mentioned that the lightless black holes formed by God's Stone of Retaliation all have unique vibration laws, and she can create an opposite The tremor makes the effect of the God Stone invalid. Perhaps this is the key to unlocking the secret of the Demon Slayer. I even suspect that she is a natural Demon Slayer——if one can figure out the relationship between the God Stone and magic power, other witches may be the same. can do that."

The news caused a gasp among the crowd.

For most of them, the God's Stone of Retaliation is an insurmountable hurdle. It is precisely because of the restrictions of the God's Stone that they suffer from oppression and displacement, and are helpless in the face of arrest by the church and nobles.

Roland touched his chin thoughtfully to counteract the tremor? This is almost the same as the characteristics of waves. Could it be that when the magic power spreads, it also spreads in the way of waves?

"In that case, let's keep it for now," he said after pondering for a moment, "I'll talk about how to deal with it after I meet her."

...

Apparently, the witch was not the only one in Neverwinter who was concerned about his safety. In the afternoon, Barov, Iron Axe, Karl and other high-level officials who received the news came to the castle one after another. Everyone showed a look of relief after seeing him. , especially the head of the city hall, even choked up holding Roland.

Since he had just woken up, he didn't ask too much about political affairs, but instead focused on chatting and comforting - the long-term coma made the insiders of Neverwinter panic, and the most important thing now is to cheer people up and make them feel calm. All knew that their king had recovered.

In the evening, a sumptuous banquet was held in the castle area. Almost all the officials from the city hall and the First Army attended, and the tables full of food were placed in the courtyard.

Not only that, he also ordered his subordinates to push carts of hot porridge into the square, so that all the people in the city could participate in the celebration.

After the feast, Roland returned to his bedroom.

"Nightingale," he called softly.

No one responded.

"Nightingale," he repeated, "I know you are here."

Still nothing.

Roland sighed, turned around and took two steps, stretched out his hand, and touched Nightingale's body.

The latter appeared, and when he was about to kneel down, he directly lifted her up.

Huh, the strength seems to have increased a bit.

But it doesn't matter, Roland gave her a vicious look, and before she could speak, he said directly, "I know what you're feeling guilty about, but it's not your fault, and I'm fine in the end, so don't blame me anymore It's up to me, do you understand?"

"Agasha clearly reminded me, but I still... eh, Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

Roland hugged her directly.

This was the first time he took the initiative to hug Nightingale.

Originally, Roland had prepared many words of comfort and persuasion, but when it came to his lips, he didn't want to say any more.

He knows what the other party really needs.

Before being hit by the gloomy light transformed by Zero, Nightingale pushed him away without hesitation, and the image of her back blocking him with her body is still fresh in her memory - she was ready to sacrifice at that time, facing such a woman, he What more could you ask for?

"Wait a little longer," Roland whispered, "I will settle this matter."

"Solve... what?"

He didn't answer, but he knew that Nightingale could understand what he meant - her slightly rapid breathing was the best proof.

Silence is often invisible harm.

Since he couldn't turn a blind eye, he could only put the responsibility on himself.

Even if it will be a thorny road.

Then Nightingale relaxed all over—after the pressure was removed, her expression became firm again.

When people are vulnerable, all they need is a promise.

Expectation makes sense.

"Well, I'll wait." She sobbed.

Clearly shed tears, but not a trace of sadness.

The moist and warm touch filled Roland's heart.

After seeing Nightingale off, he slept very soundly that night.

When he opened his eyes, the snow-white ceiling appeared before his eyes again.

Well... another bad dream.

Since he already knew how to escape, his mentality was much calmer this time.

Rubbing the back of his head, which was aching slightly, he walked out of the room, just in time to see the white-haired girl walking out of the kitchen with a plate.

"Awoke?" she frowned. "Did you go crazy yesterday, Uncle?"