This explanation was somewhat far-fetched, but Anna and Scroll could not find any more problems with it.
After he woke up, his body temperature, breathing, and pulse were all normal. Even Roland himself felt strange. The dizziness came without warning, as if his consciousness was suddenly cut off. The road from North Slope Mountain to the castle was completely blank.
During the examination, he also learned from Scroll what happened after he fainted.
Several people heard Anna's cry, but they did not witness the scene of him collapsing. At the moment when Roland lost consciousness, Nightingale pulled both of them into the Mist at the same time. Later, Anna came out and explained that it was just a cry of surprise when she almost slipped and fell, so the matter was covered up.
As for where His Majesty the King went, no one paid special attention. After all, Nightingale's strength was deeply rooted in everyone's hearts. It was almost impossible to hurt Roland with her. Therefore, as long as she was there, Roland did not need personal guards to accompany him at all times. Besides, the King of Graycastle did not need to inform them of his whereabouts. Since the radio communication test was a great success, it was very normal for His Majesty to go first.
Because of this, only Anna, Scroll, and Nightingale stayed by his side. Even the other members of the Witch Union did not know about it.
Hearing this, Roland finally felt relieved.
He had to admit that Nightingale had made the best choice at the critical moment. Now that the affairs of Graycastle were tied to him and there were strong enemies outside, the upper and lower levels had to maintain a high degree of unity in order to fight a bloody path in the Battle of Divine Will. If he collapsed at this time, it would inevitably lead to unstable factors. Even if it was only a temporary coma, people could not help but speculate about his physical condition.
The best way to deal with it was to pretend that it had never happened.
"Thanks to you." Roland smiled at Nightingale.
The latter did not take the opportunity to ask for a few Chaos Drinks like she usually did. Instead, she responded in a low voice, "No, it's nothing... It's good that you're fine."
It was only eight o 'clock in the evening when he finished the meal sent by the kitchen.
Roland had intended to return to the office to modify the 'Fire of Heaven's blueprint, but Anna forced him back to bed with the excuse that a patient needed to rest. Helplessly, he had no choice but to do as he was told. He even canceled his trip to the Dream World that night. After all, the sudden coma made him feel a little guilty. Previously, the long hours of overtime had led to the tragedy, so it was not a bad thing to rest for a while.
After saying goodnight, the three of them walked out of the room.
After the door was closed, the room was immediately shrouded in darkness. Only the faint light of the city outside the window shone on a small piece of glass in the gap between the curtains.
After about a quarter of an hour, Roland heard a rustling sound.
In this quiet and windless bedroom, the bottom of the velvet curtain swayed slightly.
He tilted his head and saw a black shadow appear at the window, blocking the only source of light. The faint light behind him drew out a thin silver line on his silhouette.
Such a scene was inexplicably nostalgic.
Roland sat up and said without surprise, "Now can you tell me what happened?"
The black shadow walked to the window and revealed a head of beautiful curly hair.
It was Nightingale.
"You knew I would come?" She was startled.
"You wouldn't be like this usually." Roland smiled and shook his head. He took out the Stone of Lighting from the bedside cabinet and placed it in the lamp slot. A gentle yellow light immediately illuminated the entire room. "Your expression just now was as if your thoughts were written all over your face."
"Then Anna, she …" Nightingale subconsciously covered her face.
"I'm guessing she noticed it too? That's why she left me in the bedroom. " Roland let out a long sigh. "But since she didn't take the initiative to ask, it's equivalent to tacitly agreeing with your judgment of the matter. If you feel that you shouldn't let others know, she probably won't pursue the matter."
This was undoubtedly a form of trust.
Nightingale's eyes revealed a complicated expression.
"To be honest, I'm also very curious." Roland continued, "When I said that I felt comfortable and didn't feel any discomfort, I didn't deliberately make up a lie to comfort you. It was my true feeling. You could clearly hear this, but why did you look so worried at that time? What were you worried about? "
She lowered her eyelids and said, "There were more than three people who knew that you were unconscious."
"More than three people?"
"Nana wasn't in Neverwinter, and Lily couldn't heal you. At that time, no one could even determine your condition." Nightingale said slowly, "In a moment of desperation, I thought of someone … Although she couldn't do anything about the specific illness, at least she could make an overall judgment. So I hid it from Anna and took her into the bedroom. "
"You mean …"
"Momo."
Roland's heart skipped a beat. She was indeed an extremely suitable candidate. The trend of her lifespan itself could explain a lot of problems. Nightingale was undoubtedly much more mature than before to be able to sort out her thoughts and find the right way to deal with such a chaotic situation. However, thinking of her troubled look, he faintly felt that it might not be a good result.
"What did Momo see?"
"… Fourteen." Nightingale stared at him for a long time before replying in a low voice, "The number changed from seventeen to fourteen."
"Shortened … by three years?" Roland could not help but frown. This was a little too strange. If the illness had worsened, there should have been some signs. But now he really felt energetic, not to mention the pain.
Nightingale seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. "It's not an illness, nor is it fatigue … I've compared the samples of the criminals in the mine, and none of them matched yours. It's obviously not normal to shorten a period of a few months to three years. Otherwise, the actual time in these four or five years is equivalent to a reduction of thirty or forty years. It can only have started recently. "
Now that she said it, it was indeed possible. Roland touched his chin and said, "But I haven't encountered anything special recently …"
"No, there's one thing." Nightingale bent down. "Perhaps you haven't noticed it, but I know better than anyone — in the past few months, the number of times you've entered the Dream World has increased by several times compared to before. Other than this, I can't think of any other reason!" She reached out to hold Roland's hand, and her tone also changed a little. "Promise me, don't enter the Dream World again, okay?"
So that's why, Roland could not help but understand. That's right, the biggest change in the past few months was probably the Dream World — the key was not the number of times he entered, but the absorption of the Force of Nature cores. According to Lan, the Dream World would continue to expand due to the growth of magic power, until it invaded the realm of God. He did not know what the Realm of Mind would eventually become, but he could clearly feel the self-enrichment process of a world.
And as the creator closely connected to it, it seemed reasonable that the pressure he had to bear had increased significantly.
Now that he thought about it, Lan's solemn mention of "time is running out" might not only refer to the will of God, but also his situation.
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