Roland's emotions also surged with these words. He originally wanted to blame her for risking her life, but looking at her relaxed smile, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his throat. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
In the end, he patted her on the back and said, "Don't be so reckless next time."
Nightingale nodded and then shook her head. Her voice was so low that only he could hear it. "I'm not like Anna, who can turn those drawings into reality... That's all I can do for you." She paused for a moment and then continued, "But please rest assured, guarding... is the most important thing. I won't put myself in danger easily."
Her straightforward words made her cheeks turn slightly red. Although she suddenly became unclear halfway through her words, Roland still heard the word "you".
After saying that, Nightingale probably exhausted all her courage and scuttled out of his arms and into the Mist.
It was hard to imagine that this woman, who obviously had the courage to say these words, could single-handedly fight a horrible monster in the ruins with a gun and explosives.
He could not help but sigh with emotion.
"From now on, please continue to let me be your guard."
Nightingale's voice came from behind. When she mentioned this, her tone suddenly became much calmer, and for some reason, Roland felt a long-lost sense of security.
Then came the customary hug from the other witches.
But what made him a little uncomfortable was the way the Taquila survivors looked at him.
Different from the members of the Union who were full of laughter, they still maintained basic order after reaching the shore. Under the leadership of several people, they carried black boxes through the dock. But when they passed by Roland, their eyes almost seemed to be nailed to him. There was a burning passion in their eyes. Their desire and eagerness made him shiver a few times.
Roland knew the reason. It was because Pasha and the others had told the God's Punishment Witches in the front line of the Snow Mountain about the news of the Dream World. The purpose of their return was to transport the soul instrument to the Great Snow Mountain and complete the transfer of the devouring worm.
The problem was that he would not care so much if they were all women. However, most of these God's Punishment Witches had male appearances. After all, the origin of their bodies limited their choices. They had no choice but to possess the male Scourge. But for Roland, the feeling was quite different.
Even if they knew that their souls were still female, they would still instinctively feel repulsed when being stared at by a group of tall and strong "men". If there was an irrepressible desire in their eyes, the feeling would be even worse.
When the welcoming ceremony finally ended and Roland returned to the castle, Nightingale once again appeared on his desk, swinging her long legs.
"Is it true that those empty shells can enter Dreamscape?"
It seemed that not only the Taquila survivors, but also other witches had heard the news.
"I was also very surprised at first," Roland shrugged. "As long as they cut off their consciousness within the range of the beam of light, they will appear in the dream. That beam of light is not so much a connection with the gods, but rather a transmission channel."
Nightingale pursed her lips and did not answer. Her eyes became brighter and brighter, and she put her feet on his knees. It was obvious that she was much more daring when there were no outsiders watching.
"No!" Roland immediately vetoed. "I know what you are thinking. You want to transform yourself into a God's Punishment Witch and then enter Dreamscape? I won't allow you to do that. "
Unlike Anna, Nightingale was obviously impulsive. He had already experienced this before, so when he realized what she was thinking, he immediately shouted at her to stop her from thinking. If he did not do anything, she might really do it.
"But I..."
"It's not a problem," Roland said without hesitation. "Entering Dreamscape doesn't mean that my consciousness is integrated into them, nor does it mean that they can exist in the world forever. It's just an imitation of a strange world, and it's also being eroded by unknown forces. Maybe one day it won't exist anymore. And even if I enter Dreamscape every day, it will only be for a short night. What about other times? Are you going to live with a shell that will never feel anything? "
Nightingale lowered her head and was silent for a while. "I just heard that they can go to a place that only you have seen, and I think it's too unfair."
Roland was amused by her indignant tone. "The price they have to pay is unimaginable. Living without feeling anything is more terrible than an invisible cage. Even the Dreamscape is just a little compensation. You don't have to envy them. And what happened to 'staying... by my side is the most important thing'? " He imitated her tone and said, "I don't want a bearded Scourge to stay by my side all day."
Nightingale immediately turned her head away in embarrassment. "I, I know! I didn't say that I have to possess an empty shell. You said it yourself. "
Roland smiled. "Do you want a Chaos Drink?"
She immediately turned her head back. "Yes!"
Well, it's really easy to understand.
He took out a bag of fragrant dried fish from the drawer and placed it on the table. He then opened a bottle of a new sky-blue flavor drink and filled Nightingale's glass. "Thank you this time. I heard from Agatha that if you hadn't severely injured that monster, everyone would have been in danger."
Nightingale drank the drink in one gulp and let out a long breath. She then picked up a piece of dried fish and rubbed her nose. "There's nothing to thank me for. You're being too polite."
"I'm not being polite." Roland shook his head. "If the exploration team of the Witch Union had been annihilated, it would have been an irreparable loss to Neverwinter. So, your contribution is as important as Anna's. It's just that we each have our own strengths. Do you understand?"
After hearing these words, Nightingale could not help but raise the corner of her mouth, but as if she did not want him to see through her thoughts, she hurriedly chewed on the dried fish to hide her joyful expression. "Uh … Right, you said that the Dream World is being eroded by an unknown force. What's going on? Will you be in danger? "
Faced with such a blunt way of changing the topic, Roland laughed inwardly. He did not expose her and continued to say, "It's a long story, but there's one thing I'm sure of. No matter what happens to that world in the end, it won't affect me in reality. As long as I don't want to enter the Dream World, the beam of light won't appear."
As for the unknown force, Roland had said that the Martialist Association would organize new entrants to understand the true nature of the world sooner or later. No matter what she was referring to, he had to see it to know.
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