Roland stayed with Garcia until about four in the morning, when she finally fell asleep.

The words she spoke during this half-night almost exceeded her total since they first met... although it was more like Garcia's soliloquy than a conversation. Most of it was about her process of running away from the Threeleaf family and meeting Lan, her teacher.

All Roland could do was occasionally refill her milk and act as a silent listener.

But he also noticed that Garcia's sense of justice and dedication largely came from Lan's teachings, including doing everything possible to protect the world and never giving up at any time. Although her teachings were very strict, Garcia still regarded her teacher as her pillar and goal.

Putting aside those mental journeys, at least from the current point of view, Lan has a certain affection for the dream world.

He wondered if the methods she mentioned would work.

0825 only had two bedrooms, one of which belonged to Jieluo. Roland weighed the risks of groping for a key on Garcia's body and the possible consequences, and finally decided to put her on the master bedroom bed, while he slept in the living room. This would allow her to rest well and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

According to gALgame experience, this should be the safest choice... probably.

Of course, he didn't really want to spend the night on the sofa, after all, the other side had been asleep for a long time.

After settling Garcia down, Roland looked through the bedroom window at the city shrouded in the night—this was the Dream City at four in the morning, and the lights were still shining in the city center, more dazzling than any stars. Although it looked peaceful, it was as dangerous as another world, and the "Red Moon" representing erosion had already revealed its hideous features. The only difference was that one hung high in the sky, while the other was buried deep underground.

Roland closed the curtains and exited the dream world.

After a familiar dizziness, he slowly opened his eyes, but the first thing that came into view was a pair of star-like eyes.

"..." After a moment of eye contact, Roland heard a short, hurried exclamation, and then the figure above his head quickly disappeared without a trace, as if it were just an illusion.

"Cough, cough, cough... Well, I just wanted to see if you were awake, after all, you've been sleeping for so long, I was a little worried..." Nightingale appeared at the desk, "Besides, why did you wake up so suddenly, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Uh... Roland was speechless for a moment. What did she mean by waking up too suddenly? Could he give a warning before waking up?

"Anyway, it's good that you're okay, I'm going back to bed too." She deliberately yawned, "Oh, Anna came to look for you at ten o'clock, but seeing that you weren't awake yet, she went back first. She also asked me to tell you not to overwork yourself."

"Wait, what time is it now?"

"Just past twelve o'clock." Nightingale walked to the office door, "Then... good night."

Watching the door close, Roland felt a strong sense of fatigue hit his heart. Although entering the dream world seemed like sleeping, the speed of energy consumption would not be reduced because of it. In addition, the time flow rate of the two worlds was different. In other words, he had almost not rested for two days.

He stretched and climbed out of the recliner, just about to go get a good sleep when the corner of his eye suddenly caught a strange anomaly.

Roland looked towards the top eaves of the French windows and was almost scared to scream!

He saw two pale faces hanging down from the top of the window, pressed tightly against the glass, even a little deformed because they were too close. Four dark eye sockets stared into the room, it was extremely creepy!

If he didn't think that the eyebrows were slightly familiar, he was afraid that he would have chosen to run away immediately.

Wait, familiar?

Roland suppressed his pounding heartbeat, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at it for a while before realizing that it was actually Lightning and Maggie!

How did they suddenly appear here?

And in the middle of the night.

The two outside the window also seemed to

realize that their whereabouts had been exposed and slowly floated down from the roof.

"When did you arrive in Neverwinter?" He asked with a stern face after letting the two little ones in, "Why didn't you report to me immediately?"

Roland noticed that both Lightning and Maggie had dirty hair and clothes, as if they hadn't been cleaned for more than half a year, which showed that this reconnaissance mission was not easy.

"Your Majesty, we arrived about an hour ago—" Maggie was halfway through her sentence when Lightning blocked her mouth.

"No, we just arrived not long ago, we didn't see anything!" After speaking, she glared at Maggie, "Right?"

Maggie nodded quickly. "Coo... I remembered it wrong."

Roland couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Your clumsy performance couldn't even fool Nana Waugh, okay? But what does it matter if you say you came back earlier, anyway, he doesn't mind others watching him sleep. "You've been rushing all night? Why didn't you use animal messengers to contact me? Could it be—"

A bad feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Lightning said solemnly, "Half a month ago, we discovered traces of high-level devils in the Continental Spine!"

Roland's sleepiness was swept away immediately, "And then? Did you see any outposts or anything like that?"

"Not yet," Lightning shook her head, took out a crumpled map from her arms, and spread it out on the desk. "The terrain there is not suitable for further exploration, so we had to return to Mansnow Ridge and join the Taqila witches. It took them a lot of time to set up the magic core, but they finally confirmed one thing." She pointed to a terrain like a gap in the center of the map, "There is indeed a God's Stone of Retaliation vein here, and the scale should be comparable to the Holy City of Taqila!"

There are both high-level devils and God's Stone of Retaliation veins, and the conclusion is self-evident.

Roland couldn't help but frown. The Northern Pearl was right, the enemy had made two preparations from the beginning. Taqila is certainly suitable for attack, but it is also a must-contend place for mankind. Even if it is unfortunately lost, they can also invade the Four Kingdoms from another direction—after all, even if the Impassable Mountain Range is difficult to walk through, it is better than waiting another four hundred years.

Fortunately, mankind took the lead in discovering the devils' intentions. According to Agatha's information, the obelisk needs a period of time to fully grow and mature. Before that, the red mist it generates can only cover a small area around it.

"But when we left Mansnow Ridge, we also heard a message..." Lightning hesitated a little when she said this, "At that time, Maggie and I had already crossed the Everwinter Border. The sound in the Listening Rune was very blurred, and we weren't sure if that's what it was."

"What did you hear?"

Maggie put her hands to her ears, making a funnel shape.

"The witch in charge of communication said that red mist appeared on the mountain top to the north, coo!"