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"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" Nightingale's voice snapped Roland out of his daze. "The Director is still waiting for your reply."
"Ah, I understand." Roland blinked and collected his thoughts. He handed the report back to Barov. "Do as you say."
"Yes." Barov placed his hand on his chest. Before he left, he solemnly added, "Please take care of yourself, Your Majesty."
After the Director left the office, Roland asked Nightingale, "What's wrong? Do I look bad?"
"Well, you look fine." The latter deliberately sized him up for a while before saying, "You've been spacing out a lot lately. Could it be related to the Dream World's Erosion?"
Roland shook his head. "The changes in the Dream World won't affect anything. It's just that some things seem a little strange when I think back on them. There's nothing to worry about."
"Is that so... That's good." Nightingale curled her lips.
It was already the fourth day since he left the Dream World. Although Faldi had successfully located the headquarters of the Association, Ling could not sneak in. According to her, there had never been a place like that. It was built so deep underground that one could not even see their own fingers, but there was no shadow to hide in. Her head was full of "light ribbons". She had waited for a few hours, but the light had never been extinguished.
After the incident, Ling was rather dispirited and asked Roland to punish her, but the latter naturally rejected her without hesitation.
The following tour plan was carried out very smoothly. After that, Roland did not stop bringing new Taquila witches into the Dream World. However, what he had seen and heard in the headquarters that day was still weighing on his heart like a stubborn stone.
The entire incident, from top to bottom, revealed an indescribable strangeness.
First, there was the conclusion about the membrane world.
He had always thought that the Dream World was a modern society filled with the Force of Nature in order to integrate his and Jie Luo's memories and to maintain internal self-consistency. In other words, no matter how many incredible phenomena there were, they were all rules set for the sake of self-consistency. Most of these rules were derived from his consciousness, so he could understand and easily accept them.
However, what Chief Disciple Lan had said was completely beyond the scope of his knowledge.
The only thing Roland knew was that the membrane theory was developed from the superstring theory. That was all. These two theories were particularly mysterious, and he had never read them in depth. Unlike quantum mechanics, he had at least read one or two popular science books. In the Dream World, they were supposed to be invisible and hidden, just like those books that only had a cover and were completely blank when opened.
However, whether it was Lan's explanation or the derivation formulas and proofs displayed on the screen in the hall, they all seemed plausible. It was the first time he had seen something he could not understand in a dream. It felt like a high school student dreaming of the pinnacle of physics, the Grand Unified Theory. It was absurd and unbelievable.
This even caused him to feel that the current Dreamscape was completely different from the world he'd first entered.
It was as if something was growing wildly in a place he couldn't see.
Another strange thing was the Chief Disciple herself.
After Garcia's reminder, Roland realized that martialists had better eyesight, hearing, and reflexes than ordinary people. If Lan spoke to him on the stage, not only the guards around him, but also the newcomers in the first two rows of the hall should have been able to hear them. However, the fact was that no one looked at the two of them at that time. Even though it was not a whisper in their ears, it did not attract any attention. At that time, he did not pay much attention to it, but later he remembered that a newcomer who was taken care of by the Chief Disciple alone would definitely attract attention.
What the other party said puzzled him as well.
"Listen carefully to what I'm going to say. It may be helpful to you. "
How would talking about the origin of the Erosion and the relationship between martialists and Fallen Evils help him? Even if he wholeheartedly wanted to join the Association and become a person who could save the world, it did not matter whether he knew these things or not.
All these strange signs made Roland feel a little resistant to the Dream World. He planned to temporarily stop the connection with the Dream World after all the God's Punishment Witches had entered and enjoyed themselves once.
At the critical moment of the Battle of Divine Will, it was better to be safe.
"Your Majesty?" Nightingale's voice came to his ears again, this time with a faint heat. "… You look like you're in a daze again."
"Ahem, I'm really fine." Roland shook his head and put aside the distracting thoughts. "I just have a little more things to think about recently, so I'm a little tired."
"But why do I feel that your words are a little insincere?" Nightingale sat on the table and crossed her legs. "Could it be that in the Dream World, you and those witches …"
"That's impossible!" He did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I just took them to experience different flavors of food!"
"Well … that's true." Nightingale blinked and revealed a sly smile. "I'm also a little worried. I can't go to that world, so I can't protect you at all times. If they suddenly attack, it will be troublesome. After all, you've been unconscious for hundreds of years. Now that you've finally recovered, you'll definitely want to relive all the feelings of the past. There were more than 20 witches there. How could you withstand them all at once? "
"You're getting more and more ridiculous." Roland glared at her. "Who did you learn all these ideas from? Can't you put your energy into studying?"
Nightingale covered her mouth. "I just mentioned it casually."
"If I had your ability, it would definitely loudly remind me that you're lying." Roland snorted. "You wanted to ask this question from the beginning, didn't you?"
"Okay, I admit it … But it's not just me." Nightingale stuck out her tongue and disappeared. "I was asked to ask this question by someone."
"Asked by someone?" Before Roland could ask who asked him to ask, there was a knock on the office door.
He had to take back his words for the time being. "Come in."
The door opened, and a tall man quickly walked in. He then neatly closed his legs and raised his hand to salute Roland. "Your Majesty, Iron Axe reporting to you!"
It took about four or five days to travel from the Port of Clearwater to Neverwinter, and it was quite exhausting to travel all the way by ship. However, there was not a trace of fatigue on this alien officer's face. His eyes were still full of vigor and high fighting spirit.
"Very good." Roland nodded gratifyingly. "You should already know the battle plan of Neverwinter, right?"
"I heard from Brian," Iron Axe replied. "The First Army will be divided into two groups. They will recover Graycastle from the east and the west, and finally cross the border to attack the City of Glow in the Kingdom of Dawn. But there's one thing I don't understand. You asked Brian to take over my task and stay in the Port of Clearwater to protect Miss Echo. Then who will be in charge of the Eastern Front? "
It seemed that he had already taken the main direction of the attack on his shoulders even before the task was assigned. Roland could not help but smile. "Brian still lacks experience. It's not a problem for him to guard a place, but it's easy for him to lead an army alone. So you'll be in charge of the Eastern Front."
Iron Axe was slightly stunned. "Then the offensive on the Western Front …"
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