When Roland heard Iron Axe's report, he wondered if there was something wrong with his ears for a moment.
"You said you saw a vast desert in Echo's song and brought back a grain of sand from the desert?"
If it was just an auditory hallucination, could it still be considered a song?
"I didn't bring it back, Your Highness." Iron Axe solemnly put the grain of sand on the desk. "I was in a daze at that time and didn't even think to check if the scene was real. It seemed to have suddenly appeared in my hand. If I had to describe it, it should be the flying sand brought by the hot wind. "
Roland thought for a moment and asked, "She only sang this one song?"
"There were some other songs, but I couldn't listen to them at all," Iron Axe recalled. "The scene was like a miracle... If it was before, I would have believed Lady Silvermoon even if she claimed to be the Three Gods Emissary. Your Highness, did her ability evolve? "
Iron Axe had followed Roland for more than a year, so he obviously had a certain understanding of witches.
"It should be, but it's also the first time I've encountered such a situation." Roland thought for a moment and decided to call Echo over to ask her personally.
After Iron Axe left, Roland picked up the grain of sand and carefully looked at it. "Is this a magic creation?"
"I'm not sure," Nightingale said behind him. "There are no traces of magic on it."
No traces of magic did not mean that it was not an object created by magic. It was just that this kind of material existed in reality and did not need to be maintained by magic, nor would it be affected by the God's Stone of Retaliation. For example, Soroya's paintings.
Echo soon came to the study. Nightingale immediately appeared beside Roland and smiled at her. "Congratulations."
Echo was startled. "Me?"
Nightingale nodded. "The magic in your body has condensed. Didn't you notice?"
"Re-really?" Echo said in surprise. "Does this mean my ability has evolved?"
"What does it look like?" Roland thought to himself.
"A blue transparent crystal, as clear as water," replied Nightingale. "Its magic power is equal to that of Maggie."
It seemed that this evolution had nothing to do with the epiphany. Instead, it had unknowingly completed the condensation. After Roland told Echo about Iron Axe's experience in the illusion, she seemed very surprised.
"You said … he seemed to have returned to the Southernmost Region and was in the middle of the sea of sand?"
"The word 'as if' is worth considering, because when he returned from the desert, he had an extra grain of sand on him." Roland laughed. "Although sand can be found everywhere, he wouldn't go as far as to dig through the snow and find a grain of sand in the mud to deceive me." He paused. "What did you see at the time?"
"Nothing …" Huiyin replied, a little embarrassed. "I closed my eyes at that time and didn't notice the changes in my surroundings."
"Then show us now," Roland said, holding his chin with great interest. "Use the song from your hometown that you created."
"Uh … here?"
"Yes," he affirmed. "There's still an hour before dinner. It won't affect anyone else."
"I also want to hear a song that can make people feel immersed," added Nightingale excitedly.
"Well … all right."
Huiyin took a deep breath. Soon, a mixed sonata that did not belong to this era began to play. The sweet voice of a woman echoed in the study. At first, she was a little reserved, probably because she had never sung indoors before. But as the tune gradually reached its climax, she was completely immersed in the music.
Roland seemed to have heard the sound of a hot wind blowing through the green forest. The temperature in the room seemed to have increased by a few degrees, and his nose also smelled of the sand being baked by the scorching sun … When the aftertaste slowly dissipated, Roland thought about it for a long time before he recovered from the music. There was no doubt that this was a lyrical song full of exotic flavor. For a tone-deaf person like him, there was no fault at all … However, he did not see the vast desert. He was still sitting in the study, and there was no trace of the oasis with the trickling stream.
He looked at Nightingale, who shook her head. Obviously, she did not see the strange illusion either.
Did the ability not work?
"Did you only write this song?" asked Roland.
"Yes." Huiyin nodded.
"Then sing a few more songs I taught you." He thought for a moment and decided, "Let everyone come and listen."
Soon, the study was full of witches. Even the three witches from Sleeping Island rushed over, although they still had a stack of cards in their hands. Huiyin was a little nervous, but with Vendy's encouragement, she slowly regained her composure and sang all the songs, including the Guerrilla Song.
And without exception, these songs were warmly applauded by the witches.
After asking about the feelings of the witches, Roland had a general judgment in his heart.
That was, the degree to which one would be influenced by the song depended on the listener's subjective experience. Those who had the same experience as the atmosphere of the song would be more influenced. Based on the modern songs that Roland had taught the witches, everyone had the best response to the guerrilla song. After thinking about it, it was only because the witches had seen the First Army marching to the beat of the drums that they could better understand the meaning of the song.
Iron Axe, who was a Sand Nation, could naturally strongly resonate with the music full of the Southernmost Region.
However, for the time being, Roland could not know how deep this influence could reach … If the listener was completely immersed in it, would everything in the illusion become real?
But in any case, Huiyin's new ability still made him look forward to it, such as encouraging the soldiers, calming the masses, and cooperating with future theatrical performances … The role of a person who could arouse the audience's emotions was immeasurable.
…
In the afternoon of the next day, Roland summoned Vader from Border Town to his study.
"Your, Your Highness … I, I'm here …" Vader's teeth were chattering, obviously he had not recovered from the high-speed flight.
Now, the only mode of transportation to and fro between the two places was Maggie Express. Of course, even if he was wrapped in a thick blanket, flying under the claws of a giant beast at 60 kilometers per hour against the cold wind was still not a comfortable experience.
"Good job." Roland patted the fat pigeon on his shoulder.
"Coo!" The pigeon proudly raised its head.
"I called you here because I want you to assist the nobles of the Elk Family in training a team." He looked at Vader. "The situation here is different from Border Town. There are rats, refugees, and vicious criminals. It's somewhat similar to Valencia."
Vader baked himself by the fireplace for a while and finally stopped trembling. "You mean … you want me to form a patrol team?"
"No, it's the police." Roland explained the crackdown plan. "The First Army will lead the operation in the first half, but the security of Stronghold will still be maintained by the police. As a policeman, the most important thing is to protect the people. "
"Treat the people as harmonious as the spring breeze, and treat criminals as merciless as Thunder," Vader could not help but repeat.
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