After ending the conversation with the frontline, Nightingale placed a silver-white sealing ring on Roland's desk.
This was a special buckle for flying messengers. It was made of two pieces of aluminum and could hold a palm-sized curled paper inside. It was much more advanced than the original method of tying the paper directly to the claws. Coupled with Soroya's special "ultra-thin paper", the amount of information transmitted in secret letters had increased significantly.
As the probability of accidents happening to the flying messengers was not negligible after the distance exceeded 500 kilometers, all administrative offices had set up relay nodes. In order to efficiently sort secret letters, the buckle was also printed with identification numbers, which were equivalent to the train tickets of the modern world. With just a glance, one would know where the secret letter came from and where it was to be delivered.
The letter C on the buckle represented that it came from the Kingdom of Dawn. When Roland set this system for the sake of confidentiality, he directly used the Pinyin abbreviation instead of the standard characters commonly used by the Four Kingdoms.
"From Thorn Town in the Kingdom of Dawn?" He raised his eyebrows. "When did you get it?"
"Just ten minutes ago, Honey came," Nightingale replied. "But I saw you were on the phone, so I didn't interrupt you."
Did they find something new in the Cage Mountain ruins? Roland pried open the buckle and unfolded the letter.
The content of the letter was a little long, and it took him half a minute to understand the situation that the guards had encountered recently.
"I didn't expect that there would be a day when the church would ask for help from Graycastle." Putting down the letter, Roland could not help but sigh. Although he knew that once they gave up on Hermes, they would never have a chance to make a comeback, but it was not a problem for them to go to a remote place and become a powerful force. In the end, the one who gave the fugitives a fatal blow was the former bishop of the church. He had to admit that it was really a dramatic ending.
"What happened to the group of stray dogs who abandoned the orphans in the monastery in the Holy City?" Nightingale asked curiously.
"If what the letter says is true, the church has almost ceased to exist." Roland handed the letter to him. "Their last hope has betrayed them."
Nightingale looked at him after reading the letter. "What do you plan to do then?"
"Since the butler of the Count of Archduke Island has confessed everything, and we also know the whereabouts of the relics, it's only a matter of time before we send someone to the Kingdom of Wolfheart." Roland tapped the table and said, "If the Magic Ceremony Cube can react to the highly concentrated uranium, then the murals in the murals may not be purely artistic. No matter what it was used for, it was best for Neverwinter to control it. As for the captured church agent, Farina... "He paused." Bring her back with Joe for trial. "
"That does sound like your answer." Nightingale smiled.
"I thought you wouldn't like the answer." Roland deliberated over his words. "After all, the Church had once persecuted you cruelly."
"I did hate the Church, and I even hated humans." Nightingale said frankly, "But since I found out that Alice, who is also a witch, was behind all this and that everything she did was for the sake of her own survival, I changed my mind. It's hard to hate her anymore. I only feel that she's pitiful and pathetic. Besides, the Church that was supported by the Starfall City has disappeared. Even if I want to take revenge, I can't find a target. "
"Uh... did you hate humans?" Roland asked in surprise.
"It would be strange if I didn't hate them." Nightingale glared at him. "I can't control my magic awakening, and I didn't use it to do evil. Why should I be driven away like a rat on the street? Since you see me as an alien, why should I get along with you? That's probably what I thought at that time. And I dare say that most witches have similar feelings. "
"Is that why you showed up in my bedroom with a dagger in the first place?"
"At that time, I had already restrained myself enough," Nightingale burst into laughter. "The idea of hating humans was just a vague idea, but hating the nobles was a real thing. If Anna hadn't fallen into your hands, I wouldn't have had the patience to sit down and talk with you... Have you forgotten my former title? "
Well, he didn't. He was the Shadow Killer, the deadly ghost that once made the entire noble circle in the Old King's City shudder.
"So your desire at that time was..."
"It was a pretense." Nightingale covered her mouth and said, "If I could make you reveal your true nature, Anna would have a deeper understanding of what nobles are. Unfortunately..."
"Unfortunately what? Are you regretting that you couldn't persuade Anna to leave Border Town, or are you regretting that your desire didn't work? " Roland said grumpily, "It seems that I was really lucky at that time."
"When you have hatred in your heart, it's easy to go to extremes." Nightingale patted him on the shoulder. "It didn't take me long to realize that there were aliens like you among the nobles, just like me. Maybe it's not a bad idea to try to trust you."
"Should I say thank you for your approval?"
"You're welcome," she said confidently. She said confidently, "As for later, there were also Pure Witches among the witches, even existences like Zero. Naturally, those immature ideas disappeared without a trace."
"Really... It's not easy for you." Roland sighed.
"Why do I feel that you're a little depressed?" Nightingale leaned over and the ends of her hair fell on his cheek. "I pretended to be depressed in the beginning, but it doesn't mean that I'll pretend to be depressed in the future. For example... now. "
As soon as her voice died away, she disappeared into the Mist. When she reappeared, she was leaning on the recliner with dried fish in her mouth and winking at him proudly.
Roland gritted his teeth and stood up. When he was about to teach her a lesson and let her know who the real King of Graycastle was, his phone suddenly rang.
It was the hotline of the Director of the Administrative Office.
He gave Nightingale a "wait and see" look and picked up the phone.
"Your Majesty," Barov's voice soon came from the other end of the line. "A special visitor has come to the old king's city. He said that he wants to see you no matter what."
It was not common for the Hand of the King to personally introduce a guest to him. "Oh? Who's he? "
"The dramatist, His Excellency Kajen Fels." Barov sounded a little excited.
"Why him again?" Roland frowned. "Didn't I make it very clear in the letter that I refused him?" "I have a lot of things to do. If he doesn't have anything urgent..."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Barov hurriedly told him the purpose of Kajen's visit.
"Are you sure?" Roland was a little surprised.
"Yes, he said it himself!" The steward said solemnly.
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