Half an hour later, Roland finally had a rough idea of what had happened during the more than a month he had been unconscious. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The church has undoubtedly suffered a heavy blow, the Divine Punishment Army has almost been wiped out, more than half of the Inquisition Army has been annihilated, and many of the more than 2,000 people who have fled back have already taken the Mad Pill, and it is only a matter of time before they are corrupted by magic.

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 was no longer able to touch the border of the Grey Keep, and it was difficult to say whether it would even survive the next Demon Moon.

However, the losses of the First Army were no less significant.

Mainly because of the raid of the Black Veil Witch - all the soldiers who saw her eyes and did not wear the Divine Punishment Stone were affected to varying degrees, and of the more than 700 casualties, she was responsible.

And the fall of Roland also greatly shaken the morale of the army.

As a last resort, Iron Axe gave the order to withdraw the troops.

Fortunately, at this time, the functions of the city hall were very complete, and with everyone's concerted efforts, there were no problems. The version announced to the population was that His Majesty had been wounded in battle and needed to recuperate, and that the funeral of the fallen soldiers of the First Army was also presided over by Iron Axe and Barov.

After listening to the narration of the witches, Roland became extremely interested in the captured Pure.

"You say, they don't have any affection for the church?" he said, looking at Agatha, "that witch named Isabella is still willing to help us fight the devil?"

"Neither Vanilla nor Maggie were adopted by the archbishop, but were only chosen from the convent for this mission, as Nightingale had confirmed separately. "But Isabella is very strange, and she doesn't seem to care who she serves, as long as she can defeat the devil." She also said that this was all an idea instilled in her by the previous pope. ”

"What do you think?"

"I suggest leaving Isabella behind for the time being. ”

"But she is a pure one raised by the Church, our enemy!" Shujuan frowned, "If it weren't for her, that witch named Jieluo wouldn't have hurt Your Majesty at all." ”

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

Wendy never hurt anyone else. ”

"Isabella has not directly harmed any witches either, her abilities can only work on the Divine Stone, and few witches actively wear the Divine Stone," Agatha said disapprovingly, "Nightingale confirmed that she was not lying. ”

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

After a while, there was a reluctant reply, "Hmm." ”

"The most important thing is her ability," Agatha continued, "Isabella mentions that the lightless black holes formed by the Divine Punishment Stone all have a unique tremor pattern, and she can create a tremor that is contrary to it, causing the Divine Stone to fail. Perhaps this is the key to cracking the secret of the Demon Slayer, and I even suspect that she is a natural Demon Slayer - if the relationship between the Divine Stone and magic can be understood, other witches may be able to do the same. ”

The news caused a gasp in the crowd.

For most of them, the Divine Punishment Stone is an impassable threshold, and it is precisely because of the restrictions of the Divine Stone that they will suffer from oppression and exile, and they are helpless in the face of the arrest of the church and the nobility.

Roland touched his chin thoughtfully, counteracting the tremor? This is almost the same as the characteristics of waves, could it be that when magic spreads, it also spreads according to the way of waves?

"In that case, let's keep it for now," he said after a moment's silence, "I'll wait until I've met her." ”

......

Witches were obviously not the only ones in Neverwinter who were concerned about his safety, and in the afternoon, Barov, Iron Axe, Karl and other high-ranking officials who received the news came to the castle one after another, and everyone showed a relieved look when they saw him, especially the head of the town hall, who even choked up with Roland in his arms.

Having just woken up, he didn't ask too much about politics, but focused the conversation on gossip and reassurance—the prolonged coma had terrified the insiders of Neverwinter, and now the most important thing was to cheer everyone up and let everyone know that their king had recovered.

In the evening, a sumptuous feast was held in the castle district, with almost all the officials of the town hall and the First Army in attendance, and tables full of food were set up in the courtyard.

Not only that, but he also ordered his men to push cartloads of hot wheat porridge into the square, so that the people of the whole city could participate in the celebration.

After the feast, Roland returned to his bedroom.

"Nightingale," he called out softly.

No one responded.

"Nightingale," he repeated, "I know you're here. ”

Still no movement.

Roland sighed, turned and took two steps, reached out, and touched the nightingale's body.

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

Hey, the strength seems to have gotten a little bigger.

But it doesn't matter, Roland glared at her viciously, and before she could speak, he said directly, "I know you're guilty of something, but it's not your fault, and I'm safe in the end, so stop blaming yourself, understand?"

"Agatha had warned me, but I was still ...... Eh, Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

Roland hugged her directly.

This was the first time he had taken the initiative to hug the nightingale.

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

He knows what the other person really needs.

Before being struck by the ghostly light that Jieluo had turned into, Nightingale pushed him away without hesitation, and the back of her body in front of him was still fresh in her memory—she was ready to sacrifice at that time, and what more could he ask for in the face of such a woman?

"Wait a little longer," Roland whispered, "I'll settle the matter." ”

"Resolved...... What?"

He didn't answer, but he knew that Nightingale understood what he meant—as evidenced by her slightly rapid breathing.

Silence is often an invisible harm.

Since he can't turn a blind eye, he can only put this responsibility on himself.

Even if it's going to be a thorny road.

Then the nightingale relaxed—and when the pressure had cleared up, her expression became firm again.

When people are vulnerable, all that is needed is a promise.

Expectation makes sense.

"Well, I'll wait. She sobbed.

Tears are shed, but there is no trace of sadness.

The moist and warm touch filled Roland's heart as well.

After sending off the nightingale, he slept very soundly that night.

When he opened his eyes, the snow-white ceiling appeared in front of him again.

All right...... It's this clumsy dream again.

Since he already knew the way to get out of it, this time his mind was much calmer.

Rubbing the back of his head with a faint pain, he walked out of the room just in time to see the white-haired girl coming out of the kitchen with a plate.

"Woke up?" she frowned, "Did you go crazy yesterday, uncle?"