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"How is it?" Roland put down the pen in his hand and looked up at Nightingale, who had quietly appeared in the office.
"She's asleep. She just ate a bowl of oatmeal and has a good appetite." She walked to the table and sat back in her usual position. "Now it's Sylvie's turn to keep an eye on her."
"Well, that's good."
"Do you believe what she said?" Nightingale asked.
"Anyway, the God's Stone of Retaliation has been removed. When you ask her tomorrow, you can tell whether she's lying or not. But..." Roland paused for a moment. "I think most of what she said is true."
"Why?" She asked curiously.
"Did you find out that a person from 400 years ago used the same language and script as us?" The prince said, holding his chin. "Logically speaking, it's almost impossible for two regions to be separated by the Impassable Mountain Range — unless the two regions were originally of the same origin and had close contact."
"But she called the Four Kingdoms the Barbarian Land."
"That's the key... I don't know what it was like 400 years ago. Maybe it was just a few scattered villages and some criminals exiled by the witch world. The kingdom's history books also recorded that the major cities were generally established between 200 and 300 years ago, and astrologers appeared in that era. " He said with great interest, "I've always been curious why astrologers, who generally have no achievements and no research results, can be called sages together with alchemists. Now I understand — the Union led the survivors to escape to this peripheral area, and at the same time, brought their language and civilization. These people integrated into the local people and helped them establish the regime, fortress, and city. "
"You say it as if you saw it with your own eyes." Nightingale smiled and shook her head.
"This is the only way to explain why we use the same language as her," Roland said seriously. "Because we are originally of the same origin. And in the past 400 years, civilization has been in the process of reconstruction, without the slightest development. "
"Well," she said, spreading out her hands. "Anyway, we'll know the answer tomorrow. If you guessed wrong... you have to give me a luxurious lunch. "
The so-called luxurious lunch was actually a combination of corn soup, roasted chicken legs, and ice cream bread, which the kitchen only made once a week.
"What if you guessed wrong?"
"You can have anything you want." Nightingale tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. Her cheeks and smooth neck formed a perfect curve, making her look exceptionally attractive. If one's appearance was perfect, no matter what they did, they would be tempting others. Roland had finally verified the truth of this saying.
"I got it," he coughed and turned his attention back to the paper.
Since Agatha had just woken up, Roland couldn't force her to answer all his questions accurately and meticulously. He basically followed her train of thought and asked her whatever she thought of, so the information he got was very confusing. What he was doing now was to rearrange the information in Agatha's words and find the key points to understand next.
There was no doubt that the most pressing problem was the demons.
Why did the war with the demons start and why did they stop now? This information was crucial to Border Town. There had never been a war without a reason, and the demons' behavior didn't seem to be an invasion for resources and expansion: they didn't occupy the Barbarian Land, nor did they abduct human beings. It looked like an act of pure killing.
Roland also noticed that Nightingale mentioned the Battle of Divine Will. Did the two sides start a life-and-death war at the behest of God? But at that time, there wasn't even a shadow of the church, so naturally there was also the only God they claimed. He couldn't feel at ease until he got an explanation for this.
At the same time, he also needed to figure out the food, clothing, housing, and transportation of the Holy City's civilization as soon as possible — or what their economic foundation was like. These details could help him measure the level of development of the civilization and indirectly determine the strength of the demons.
As for the Union, Roland didn't care too much about it. The small number of witches and the unstable ability of their witches had doomed this organization's combat ability to be very low. Historical experience had repeatedly emphasized that before there was a generational gap, a full-scale war was a battle of attrition. Scarce high-precision weapons couldn't make up for the overall disadvantage.
The second point was the Magic Stone.
According to Tilly, the magical characteristics of this stone could greatly make up for the weakness of the unstable ability, so that witches could exert power that didn't belong to them, so that assistant witches could also go to the battlefield — although in Roland's eyes, this was completely putting the cart before the horse. He couldn't wait to turn all combat witches into assistant witches and throw them into endless production work.
However, it was strange that the Union, which had many witches, didn't use this method to fight against the demons. Instead, it chose to create the God's Punishment Army, which was really incredible. Did the Magic Stone have some unknown shortcomings, or was it extremely difficult to produce?
Fortunately, Agatha was a member of the Quest Society, which was similar to the current Alchemy Workshop. It gathered a group of extremely talented witches and specialized in the research of Magic Stones and magic power. Roland faintly felt that there should be a lot of potential in it.
The last question was about the church.
He drew a circle on this column. Obviously, he couldn't get the answer from Agatha about the establishment and development of this organization. What he could infer from the few words was that the church was established after the witches were defeated. They obtained the secret of the Union and covered up everything about the witches, rendering them as the incarnation of the demons. If the people of the Four Kingdoms were regarded as the descendants of the indigenous people, then the church was a veritable outsider. In addition, the indigenous people had no civilization to speak of, so it was not surprising that they were deceived by fabricated history and oracle.
All of this was just because the witches used to oppress ordinary people, so the refugees who escaped from the Four Kingdoms saw the witches as enemies, and even hunted witches on this continent? Roland frowned. It sounded reasonable, but... he felt something was wrong.
There were many Blessed Warriors and Extraordinary in the Union, and even Transcendents... Even if they had the God's Stone of Retaliation, they couldn't defeat such an opponent, could they?
If they wanted to completely wipe out a force that was much stronger than them, hatred alone could not do it. The information was obviously missing a key piece of information.
"That witch doesn't seem to like you very much," Nightingale suddenly said.
"After all, she lives in a world where all witches are superior to others." Roland laughed. "In her eyes, I'm afraid I'm no different from the weeds on the roadside."
"You don't hate her?"
"Why should I? She's just a poor person abandoned by the times." He shook his head. "After sleeping in the ice coffin for more than 400 years, she woke up to find that the world was completely different. The fear brought by this feeling of strangeness will definitely make her build a mental wall to defend herself. Once she accepts all of this, she should slowly change her mind. "
"Sure enough, that's your way of answering." Nightingale smiled. "Don't worry, I won't let her offend you in the slightest."
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