"Hey … Roland …" Nightingale's voice pulled him back to reality. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, what's wrong with me?" Roland cleared his throat.
"You're staring at the blueprint in a daze, and you don't look good. Is there any bad news on it?"
"No, maybe I'm just overthinking it." Roland shook his head and briefly explained his speculation. "If this is really the world, then it's really hopeless."
A problem that could not be ignored was that thousands of years was a very short period of time for life.
When the radiation people and the matchstick people were fighting each other, where were the humans? Where were the demons?
If the Battle of Divine Will was endless, then what about the civilizations that won the Divine Will?
No matter how tragic the war was, there would always be a winner.
But why were they also missing?
At this thought, Roland suddenly felt that the road ahead was much more difficult.
"I see …" Nightingale said thoughtfully. "But even if you're right, I think there's still a solution."
Roland looked at her in surprise. "What solution?"
"First of all, I'm not Anna, so I can't say anything. It's just my personal opinion. Don't laugh, understand?"
"I promise I won't laugh."
Nightingale stuffed a piece of dried fish into her mouth. "First of all, you have to admit that this is not a problem that can be solved in one or two generations, right? So the most important thing is to pass on the news until the time is right. "
"Well … that makes sense." Roland nodded. "And then?"
"There's no then."
"Ah?" He was a little surprised.
"Because it has nothing to do with us." Nightingale said matter-of-factly, "Our lifespan is limited. It's not easy to complete the responsibility of this life. Why worry about the future? As for what those people do and whether they succeed or not, it's their responsibility. It's meaningless even if you think about it until your hair turns white. "
He could not help but grin. "Is this comfort?" But no matter what, such a simple and straightforward way of thinking was indeed Nightingale's style.
"Are you going to laugh at my shortsightedness?" Nightingale narrowed her eyes.
"No." Roland immediately closed his mouth. "You've thought it through."
"That's more like it." She raised her head and said proudly, "And if you're worried that the latecomers aren't capable enough and can't shoulder this responsibility, you can always share it with the other clans."
"Share? What should I do? "
"Building ruins to record the 'truth' of the Battle of Divine Will — this is also a way to transmit information. Didn't you discover the existence of the Radiation Race and the Stickman from the murals in the Temple of the Cursed? Build a few sturdy underground fortresses around Graycastle and engrave the paintings on the walls to warn the other civilizations that are participating in the war. If enough time passes, I think there will be one or two races that can wait until the time is right. "
Roland couldn't help but be startled. Not only could Nightingale's words not be said to be short, they could even be said to be extremely profound. Even if the human race was completely annihilated in the war that determined its fate, it would not be the same as withdrawing from the stage. By using this method to transmit information, as long as there was a winner that jumped out of the framework, the human civilization would definitely be recorded in the history books.
Perhaps even she herself didn't realize the significance of this method.
After a while, Roland shook his head with a smile and poured her a cup of Chaos Drink. "It's good that you can think of this with your brain."
"You can omit the first half of the sentence." Although Nightingale said so, she still took the cup without hesitation.
"Indeed, that was the last and most helpless method." Roland thought to himself. However, if possible, he would prefer humans to be the recorder rather than the symbol to be recorded.
After calling Sean and handing him the stone pieces in the bag, Roland threw himself into the day's work. In the afternoon, the person he had been waiting for came to the castle.
It was Camilla Dary, the butler of Sleeping Island.
Strangely, she did not travel with Tilly, and there was no sign that she had taken care of herself. She still looked travel-worn.
This meant that she probably went straight to the castle as soon as she got off the ship and did not even go to the Sleeping Spell.
A bad feeling rose in Roland's heart.
"You've just arrived in Neverwinter?" He made a cup of tea for Camilla. "Thank you. How was Thunder's expedition?"
Camilla drank the tea in one gulp and almost choked. "Ahem... ahem, something happened to the Shadow Islands. Joan, she... she disappeared!"
"Disappeared?" Roland's heart sank. He could not help but exchange a look with Nightingale. "Tell me what happened."
"... That's about it." Camilla spent half an hour to tell him the whole story. "We waited outside the sea for two days, but Joan didn't come back. Thunder said that you were the only one who could possibly know what had happened to Joan underwater. That distorted scene, that floating pillar island … Can it really exist in the real world? "
How could such a thing happen!
Roland could not help rubbing his forehead. The more he learned about the world, the more he felt it was strange. He had thought that the dream was full of incongruities, but now it seemed that the reality was not much better.
The elongated stone pillars and fish did not seem to be caused by external forces. The most obvious evidence was that Camilla saw Joan's fingers suddenly lengthen before she was pulled into the deep sea. If she had been pulled out by force, the chief butler, who was in the state of Mind Resonance, would have felt unbearable pain.
But in fact, neither Joan nor Camilla felt any physical discomfort.
The only thing he could think of was that the space had been distorted.
Although it sounded strange and he had no evidence, he knew he had to say something. Camilla did not go to Tilly first, nor did she wait for her fatigue to recover before reporting to him, because she could not wait to know Joan's safety. Judging from her bloodshot eyes, Roland guessed that she might not have had a good sleep on the way. Camilla was so worried that she probably blamed herself as well.
That was to say, even if it was nonsense, he had to come up with something.
Fortunately, with the example of the Sealine, which was perpendicular to the sea surface, he could not exaggerate too much.
Roland rubbed his forehead and thought for a long time before saying, "I think Thunder made the right decision."
Camilla immediately raised her head. "You also think that Joan is still alive?"
"Yes, and she might have gone to the east of the Sealine."
"In the blink of an eye, she traveled thousands of miles. Is this... really possible?"
"I'm just guessing. First of all, I'm sure that the water level of the Shadow Waters has indeed dropped, right? This change can even affect the ebb and flow of the Fjord Islands. The amount of water must be astonishing. So, where did the falling water go? "Roland picked up a quill and drew a circle on the paper." I guess it went to the east of the Sealine. "
Camilla thought for a moment. "Thunder seemed to have said that the water near the Sealine does flow to the west."
"Because if it's not replenished, the Swirling Sea will dry up after two or three times of low tide." Roland then drew a second circle. The two circles were about a palm apart. "The problem is that if the water is moved from one place to the other and then poured out, the water should come in waves. But the fact is that the water is constantly moving. To achieve this, we have to pass through the two circles in an instant. So... what's the fastest way? "
Camilla stretched out her hand uncertainly and gestured between the two circles. "Straight?" she asked.
"In theory, yes." Roland added a straight line between the two circles. "But there's another possibility." Then he folded the paper so that the two circles overlapped. "In this way, we can reach the destination in an instant."
Camilla gasped. "How — how is this possible?"
"It's indeed beyond common sense. But if it's caused by magic power, it can't be measured by common sense. For example, Nightingale can also teleport over short distances and pass through obstacles that ordinary people can't. The effect is similar to this. "
"..." The chief butler fell silent.
"Also, although it's just a hypothesis, the phenomenon you mentioned is very intriguing." Roland inserted the tip of the quill into the circle. "For example, this quill went from the front to the back in the blink of an eye, but it actually completed the journey in a straight line. In other words, from the outside, it looks like the fish has traveled thousands of miles in less than a breath. What do you think we'll see?"
Camilla murmured, "Shrink... small?"
"That's right. The rule of 'big near' and 'small far' is still in effect. So I think it's not that the fish has been stretched, but that its body is thousands of miles away from you, so it naturally looks thin and long."
"Phew..." She let out a long sigh and finally looked relaxed. "If there's also a sea outside the circle, Joan should be able to survive."
Roland nodded.
"Thank you..." Camilla seemed to want to say something more, but her body suddenly tilted and she fell to the ground.
Nightingale caught her in time.
"She's probably just exhausted."
"Take her to the Witch Building to rest. I'll send someone to inform Tilly."
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