Even after leaving the Dream World, Roland could still feel the chill on his back.
"Are you all right?" Nightingale, who was lying on the desk and munching on snacks, flew to the recliner in a flash when she saw him wake up. "Did something happen over there?"
Seeing her familiar face and concerned expression, the oppressive feeling of being in an alien race instantly dissipated. He heaved a long sigh and forced a smile. "No problem, just some new discoveries."
Nightingale revealed a suspicious look. "Really? You don't look well, "she said as she reached out her hand and touched Roland's forehead." Look … you're sweating. "
Only then did Roland realize that the chill on his back came from his slightly damp inner shirt.
"You know I'm not lying. It was just a dream after all."
However, he was not as confident as he had expected. The Dream World was becoming more and more complicated, or rather, it was becoming more and more like a real world.
"I don't know." Nightingale twitched her mouth.
"Ah?"
"You need to cast a spell to detect lies." She spread out her hands. "You're not only the King of Graycastle, but also the leader of the Taquila Ancient Witches and the Sleeping Spell. Even the Kingdom of Dawn is willing to listen to your orders. Your status has already surpassed that of an ordinary king. In the future, you'll only know more and more secrets. If I knew everything... I'd feel uncomfortable." She paused. "You don't like... the feeling of being seen through, do you?"
Looking at Nightingale, who deliberately averted her gaze, Roland could not help but chuckle. Even the last bit of heaviness in his heart had disappeared.
He could roughly guess what she was thinking.
Most of the rulers did not want their subordinates to know too much. Being ambiguous and maintaining a sense of mystery was a kind of imperial strategy. No matter in the East or the West, knowing too much usually did not end well. Nightingale must have known that he would not do so, so the only way left was to alienate him.
"What's so funny?" She took two bites of dried fish indignantly. "I was just worried that you were in trouble."
"Ahem," Roland stopped smiling and said seriously, "Indeed, no one likes to be seen through by others, especially those in power —" He deliberately paused for a moment, "But, you are not 'others'."
Moreover, he was not a feudal king in the true sense.
It was precisely because he had stood on the river of history and observed the rise and fall of many dynasties that he knew what he truly wanted.
This grand undertaking could only be accomplished by a group of people who truly trusted him.
"Huh?" Nightingale could not help but stiffen.
"If you hadn't come to Border Town, I think I would have already died in the hands of the head maid sent by my third sister." Roland said unhurriedly. "Besides, when the Battle of Divine Will starts, there will definitely be more dangerous situations, and the kingdom will not be as united as a piece of iron. You still have a lot of work to do. At this point, how can I still treat you as an outsider?"
This era was not without merits. If it were in the future, his words would at most be met with a supercilious look.
"Besides, the most terrible lie is not to deceive others, but to deceive yourself. At least I don't have to worry about this with you here. "
Nightingale tilted her head and muttered, "My ability can't stop you from deceiving others and yourself."
"Of course it can. Can you feel the degree of insincerity in a sentence? For example, a 30% hesitation to cover up, and an outright lie. "
"Yes, the feedback of magic power is different."
"So, if I pretend to be full of confidence when I'm uncertain, it's tantamount to deceiving myself — and sometimes, the former is even more harmful than the latter. At this time, as long as you remind me, I may be able to correct a big mistake. "Roland spread out his hands." How about it? Now you know how important your duty is, don't you? "
"In that case," Nightingale said after a moment of silence, "I'll ask you again. This time, I'll use my ability."
Roland gestured for her to go ahead.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
So, what she most wanted to be sure of was her own safety …
Roland replied with a smile, "Ah, this time I'm really okay."
After hearing this, Nightingale was relieved. "Then what's the new discovery you mentioned?"
"This is what I'm going to announce to all the commanders of the united front." He got up, walked to the desk, and picked up the phone to the Third Border City. "I saw the demon's memory."
…
"That's what happened." Roland repeated what he saw in the Dream World in detail, but he hid the information on the martialist book and the red note. "What do you think?"
Pasha was the first to speak on the light screen. "This information is extremely important, Your Majesty. No one has ever been able to go deep into the demon's city and come back alive. You're the first person in history — although it was in the Dream World. "
"Based on this information alone, you're worthy of an audience with the Three Chiefs of the Union." Alcha did not contradict Roland. Instead, he sounded very excited. "So the demons gain power by fusing with Magic Stones. In this case, many of our previous questions can be answered! "
"That's right, especially when it comes to mastering abilities from magic stones," Celine, who had the deepest understanding of magic power, chimed in. "Since the Mad Demons can undergo such a huge change, we can infer that the Senior Demons should be born in a similar way. As long as they fuse with a certain number of magic stones, they can transform into a completely different species. This change doesn't come from bloodline inheritance, but a mutation of power. This also explains why the Senior Demons have so many different abilities. " "
"I have a question," Tilly, the leader of the Sleeping Spell, asked, "Is there an upper limit to this kind of enhancement?"
Her words caused a brief silence in the conference hall.
After a while, Celine replied, "I'm afraid not." "
"Are they even stronger than Transcendents?" Wendy furrowed her brows.
"You can't compare them like that." Celine shook her main tentacle. "Do you still remember the last words of the underground civilization? The path of magic power is the path to Godhood. One day, we will be no different from God. In other words, as long as we continue to improve our control and understanding of magic power, there will be no limit to our growth — whether it is for witches, demons, or the underground civilization. Fortunately, this path is full of thorns and is not so easy to reach. " "
"On the contrary, this news is beneficial to us. The birth of a bloodline means a stable growth. The number of Senior Demons that can be accumulated in 400 years is definitely a terrifying number, "Celine continued." Fortunately, we finally know that they also have to resign themselves to their fate. In addition, according to His Majesty's information, the success rate of promotion should not be too high. Otherwise, the demons would not have reacted so strongly. " "
"She is indeed a witch who has fought against demons all her life," Roland thought. She can analyze so much information from such a scene.
"Compared to the new promoted, I'm more worried about that rumor," Pasha said again in a voice that only he could hear. "Your discovery has, in a sense, confirmed it. I feel very uneasy. Why would someone do such a thing? I always feel that the Battle of Divine Will may not be as simple as we think. " "
Roland also replied in his mind, "Indeed. But no matter what, it has already happened. No matter how worried I am, I can't change it. All I can do is to fight to the end. " "
"Your willpower is admirable, Your Majesty," Pasha sighed after a while. After a while, Pasha sighed. "Although your identity as a mortal is a little special, the Union has indeed made a mistake. "
It was not like that from the beginning. He smiled and did not reply.
Six days later, the vanguard of the First Army officially entered the demons' territory.
Roland also received a report from the frontline.
"Sylvie reported that she has found traces of the enemy. A group of Devilbeasts is flying toward the First Army," Nightingale, who was holding the Sigil of Listening, reported.
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