Chapter 347 (1/2)

Chapter 347: Confusions

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“How is she?” Roland asked. Roland put down the pen, looking up at Nightingale who had just quietly appeared in his office.

“She’s fallen asleep. Before that, she had a bowl of oatmeal. It seems that she had a good appetite.” Nightingale went to the table and sat back in her old place. “Now it’s Silvio’s turn to guard her.”

“Well, that’s not bad.”

“Do you believe what she said?” Nightingale asked.

“With the God’s Stone of Retaliation being removed, you can easily judge if she is lying when you question her tomorrow, but…” Roland paused for a moment, “I think most of what she said is true.”

“Why do you think so?” she asked curiously.

“Have you noticed that as a person from 400 years ago, she’s using the same diction and language as us?” the prince said with his hands propping up his chin. “Theoretically, such a situation would be almost impossible for two territories separated by the Impassable Mountain Range, unless these two territories were of the same origin and had frequent contact.”

“But she called the Four Kingdoms the Barbarian Land.”

“That’s the point … I don’t know what the scene was like 400 years ago. Perhaps all this used to be was just a few scattered villages and some criminals exiled by the world of witches. The Kingdom’s history book also records that the age of the major cities was generally between 200 and 300 years, and astrologers also came into existence during that era,” he said with great interest. “It had always bewildered me that the astrologers, who generally had no achievements nor research findings, were also called ‘sages’, the same as alchemists. Now I think I’ve got my answer—the Union fled to this borderland, and brought with them the survivors, their language and civilization. These people mingled with the locals, and helped the latter build the regime, fortress and city.”

“You speak as if you’d seen it happening.” Nightingale shook her head, smiling.

“This is the only way we can explain why we’re using the same language as her,” Roland said earnestly, “because we’re of the same origin. And during these 400 years, civilization was constantly in the process of rebuilding without the slightest opportunity of advancing past where it used to be. “Alright,” she said with her hands laid out, “anyway, you’ll know the answer by tomorrow, and if your guess is wrong… then you’ll have to give me a ‘luxury lunch’.”

The so-called luxury lunch was composed of corn soup, roast chicken drumstick and ice cream bread and was usually only served once a week.

“What if you’re wrong?”

“Whatever you want,” said Nightingale, tilting her head and squinting. The perfect curve formed by her cheek and smooth neck was exceptionally beautiful. “Regardless of what kind of movement an attractive person makes, it will always look seductive.” Roland finally believed this saying.

“I will bear that in mind,” he said with two coughs, turning his attention back to his notebook.

Since Elsa had only recently awakened after four decades of sleep, Roland didn’t want to press her to give accurate and detailed answers to all his questions. For the most part, his questions followed her train of thought, and the information he gained was quite disordered as a result. What he was doing at the moment was to rearrange the information he gleaned from Elsa, and to find out the key points he had to know next.