"Of course not." Roland tapped her forehead affectionately. "And this idea is very much like your style.
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"Then why are you happy about Edith's words?" Anna was puzzled.
"What I'm glad about isn't her speculations, because history itself is full of all kinds of possibilities," Roland said with a smile. "It's hard enough to see the past clearly, let alone predict the future. For example, the Third Battle of Divine Will may be successfully passed, but the Fourth Battle of Divine Will will be completely destroyed a few hundred years later. Or, the enemies hiding in the sea are far more powerful than we can imagine, and the people on land can only be separated, surrounded, and destroyed … At that time, not to mention the immortality of the Kingdom, even the continuation of the human race will be a problem. "
"Hmm … This guess is indeed your style," Anna said, mimicking his tone. "Then why are you so happy?"
"From her perspective," Roland spread out his hands, "when she said those words, Edith had already changed from a noble official to a state official."
"State … officials?" Anna repeated this somewhat awkward word.
"That's right. She's no longer looking at the Northern Region. Instead, she's looking at Graycastle as a whole. It's very rare for people in this era to speculate on the direction of the kingdom as a whole. Even Barov can't do this. In the mind of the City Hall Director, he always weighs the gains and losses from the perspective of Neverwinter."
This was a drastic change. From the beginning, Edith Kant still considered herself a member of the nobility in the North. Her words and deeds, as well as her advice, were not only to assist her superiors, but also to fight for benefits for the North. This was the most common thought among the feudal nobles. They believed that only the territory where their family resided was their only home. Even if they were loyal to the king, the interests of the territory were above the king's orders.
"There's another point, which is her view of witches." Roland went on to say, "Being able to comprehend witches can bring about a leap in technology, and from this point alone, it can be seen that she is ahead of most people."
Following orders on the surface and knowing the reason for doing so were two completely different things. Although Roland had mentioned in his textbook that technology was the primary productive force and witches were the best catalysts for technology, most of the City Hall officials did not understand the significance of giving preferential treatment to witches. They only did so because of His Majesty's order. The common people also didn't understand that they were getting along well with the witches because some of the witches had brought convenience to their lives, nothing more. This coexistence was as fragile as a layer of bubble. When there was a major conflict or setback, it was extremely easy for both sides to regress. Only when the idea that witches were indispensable was deeply rooted in people's hearts could this problem be fundamentally solved.
It could be said that this point satisfied Roland even more than the former. After all, with the acceleration of centralization of power and the disappearance of feudal differences, more and more officials would accept the idea of one country, one rule. However, it would probably take a long time for them to understand the nature of witches' ability.
Of course, Edith was not without shortcomings. Although her vision was better than most people's, it was still not ahead of the times. In her mind, she still envisioned an immortal Graycastle Kingdom.
However, considering that she was now about the same age as Nightingale, it was not surprising that she had such an idea. Roland was looking forward to what kind of consul she would become in 20 or 30 years under his guidance.
After the general explanation, Anna tilted her head and said, "Since the future is unpredictable and you're not thinking about Graycastle after you die, what do you plan to do if we survive the Battle of Divine Will?"
"You already know, don't you?" Roland stared at her rippling eyes and said.
Similar topics had been mentioned more than once during the night when they hugged each other to sleep. Crossing the Fertile Plains to go to the Land of Dawn and even to the demon's territory; crossing the Sealine and leaving human footprints on the other side of the sea; unveiling the veil of God and understanding the truth of this world. For this purpose, he would use all available resources, not only the Kingdom of Graycastle, but also everyone living on this continent would contribute to this exploration. Any stubborn person who tried to stop him would be his enemy.
"Remember to take me with you." Anna grinned and said, "I don't want to miss such a scene."
"Yes, I'll definitely go with you, even if it means going to the end of the world." Roland kissed her lips.
*
City of Neverwinter, Third Border City.
Tilly guarded in front of the magic core, watching its every change. The surging magic power was like the blue sea, causing the outer skeleton to expand and contract rhythmically, as if it was breathing. A yellow ball of light flashed in the center of the pyramid, like a gem washed by waves. At the same time, it attracted all her attention.
As long as the ball of light was still shining, it meant that the Five-Colored Magic Stone was still intact.
If you're tired, it's better to take a rest. Suddenly, Pasha's words rang in her mind, and at the same time, she heard a rustling sound behind her. If there's any news here, I'll inform you immediately.
Tilly turned around and saw a huge sarcoma hanging down from the top of her head. Although the transformed Senior Witches all looked the same, after these days of getting along with them, she found that she could faintly tell the difference between them.
"I'm not tired. It's only been five days..." She could not help but yawn. "... I'm just a little sleepy."
When I'm still conscious, there's no difference between sleepiness and fatigue. Pasha waved her tentacles. "Don't worry, the Magic Stone is not broken, which means that the witches are still safe. If they really encounter demons, they will definitely crush the stone."
Tilly also understood this, but she still couldn't feel at ease. "If I had known this would happen, I would have gone with them." She thought with some annoyance. She did not expect that she would be persuaded by that idiot Ashes.
In theory, this trip would not be too dangerous. The selected witches were all outstanding witches who had fought against the church, and the way they sneaked in was similar to the way they attacked the church at the Fjords. Lotus was responsible for creating a sinking hole in the ground, and then using the track to open up a short-distance passage, so that everyone could go back and forth between the two holes in the blink of an eye. For the enemy, even if they found something strange underground, they would only be able to see a closed hole after digging up the soil.
The key was the last step. In order to give the phantom instrument a wider field of vision, the position where the Magic Stone was crushed should be as high as possible. Tilly originally planned to use the Stone of Flight to complete the positioning, but in the end, Ashes took over the task.
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