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"You said you saw the vast desert in the echoing song, and brought back a grain of sand from the desert?"

Auditory hallucinations are just that, even hallucinations come out, is this really still singing?

"No, Your Highness," Iron Axe solemnly placed the gravel on his desk, "I was in a completely stunned state, and it didn't even bother to verify whether the sights were real. It seems to have appeared in my hand out of nowhere, and if I have to say it, it must be flying sand brought up by the hot wind, right?"

The more he talked, the more mysterious it became, and Roland thought for a moment, "She only sang this song?"

"There were some tunes, but I couldn't listen to them at all," Iron Axe recalled, "and it was a miracle...... If it had been before, even if Lord Silvermoon claimed to be the messenger of the three gods, I would have believed it. Your Highness, is this an evolution of her abilities?"

After following him for more than a year, it is obvious that this Mo Jinsha also has a certain understanding of witches.

"It should be, but it's the first time I've encountered such a situation," Roland thought for a moment, and decided to call Echo over and ask him personally.

After the Iron Axe was ordered to leave, Roland pinched up the sand and looked at it carefully, "Is this a magical creation?"

"I don't know," the nightingale's voice came from behind him, "there's no trace of magic on it." ”

The absence of traces of magic does not mean that it is not an object created by magic, but that this substance is a real thing, and after it is formed, it does not need to be maintained by magic, and it is not affected by the Stone of Divine Punishment, such as Zoroa's painting.

Echo soon came to the study, and the nightingale immediately appeared at Roland's side and smiled at her, "Congratulations." ”

The latter was stunned, "Me?"

Nightingale nodded, "The magic in your body has been condensed, haven't you noticed?"

"Really, really?" Echo was surprised, "Does this mean that my abilities have evolved?"

"What does it look like?" said to Roland.

"A blue, transparent gem, as clear as water," replied the nightingale, "and the total amount of mana is comparable to that of Maisie." ”

It seems that this evolution has nothing to do with epiphany, but has unconsciously completed the condensation, and Roland looked very surprised when she told the illusion of the iron axe to the echo.

"You say...... It's as if he's back in the far south, in a sea of sand?"

"As if it were worth considering, because he came back from the desert with an extra grain of sand," laughed Roland, "and though there was such a thing as sand everywhere, he wouldn't have dug through the snow and found one in the mud to deceive me." He paused, "What did you see?"

"Nothing...... echo replied with some embarrassment, "I was closing my eyes and not noticing the changes around me. ”

"Then show us now," Roland propped his chin with interest, "and use that hometown song you have created yourself." ”

"Uh...... Here?"

"Well, that's right," he affirmed, "it's half an hour before supper time, and it won't bother the others." ”

"I also want to hear songs that are immersive," Nightingale replied with gusto.

"That'...... All right. ”

Echo took a deep breath, and soon, a mixed sonata that did not belong to this era at all sounded, and a sweet singing voice belonging to the woman's unique voice surrounded the study, and at first she was a little restrained, probably never singing in the room, but as the tune gradually reached its climax, she was fully engaged in the music.

Roland seemed to hear the sound of the hot wind blowing through the green forest, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise a little, and the smell of the sand baked by the scorching sun could be heard in his nose...... As the afterglow slowly dissipated, Roland took a long time to recover from the music. There is no doubt that this is a lyrical song full of alien flavors, and for him who is not full of five notes, he can't find anything wrong at all...... However, he did not see the vast desert, he was still sitting in his study, and the oasis with the trickling stream was nowhere to be seen.

He looked at the nightingale, who shook her head at him, apparently she hadn't seen the strange illusions either.

Is this ability not taking effect?

"Is this the only song you wrote?" asked Roland.

"Hmm," Echo nodded.

"Then sing a few more songs I taught you," he thought for a moment, and decided, "let everyone come and listen to them." ”

In a few moments, the study was filled with witches, and even the three of them rushed over, even though they still had a stack of unfinished cards in their hands. Echo was visibly nervous, but with the encouragement of the nightingale, she slowly regained her composure and sang all the songs, including "Guerrilla Song".

And these tunes, without exception, received warm applause from the witches.

After asking everyone about their feelings, Roland also had a rough judgment in his heart.

That is, the degree of influence by the song also depends on the subjective experience of the listener, and those who have the same experience as the atmosphere of the song, the greater the influence, the judgment is based on the modern songs taught by themselves, everyone has the best response to the guerrilla song, and think about it, only because the witches have seen the scene of the First Army marching forward with the drum beat of the song, and they can better understand the meaning contained in the tune.

Sand people like Iron Axe can naturally resonate strongly with the music full of the extreme southern style.

However, what kind of impact can be achieved at the most advanced level, Roland cannot be known through testing for the time being...... If the perceiver is fully immersed in it, will everything in the illusion become a real reality?

Still, he was looking forward to Echo's new abilities – to inspire the fighters, to pacify the crowds, and to accompany future theatrical performances...... The role of a person who can drive the emotions of the audience is immeasurable.

......

The next afternoon, Roland summoned Vader from the Frontier Town in his study.

"Your Highness, Your Highness...... I—I'm coming......" His teeth chattered, apparently still recovering from the high speed of the flight.

Now, the only way to get between the two places quickly is Maisie Express, and of course, even if you are wrapped in a thick blanket and fly in the cold wind at 60 kilometers per hour under the claws of a giant beast, it is still not a comfortable experience.

"Good job," Roland patted the fat pigeon on his shoulder.

"Goo!" the latter raised his head triumphantly.

"I called you here to help the elk nobles train a team," he looked at Vader, "The situation here is different from the border town, there are rats, refugees, and evil criminals, but it is somewhat similar to Golden Spike City. ”

Vader baked by the fireplace for a while, finally stopping his trembling, "You mean...... Let me form a patrol?"

"No, it's the police. Roland recounted the strike hard plan, "The first half of the operation will be led by the First Army, but in the end, the security of the fortress will still have to be maintained by the police." And as a police officer, the most important thing is the concept of being a protector of the people. ”

"Treat the people as harmoniously as a spring breeze, and treat criminals as ruthlessly as thunder. Vader couldn't help but repeat.

"That's right," said the prince with a smile, "I hope you'll teach them well." (To be continued.) )