Chapter 1148 - Camillas Return (1/2)

Chapter 1148: Camilla’s Return

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“Hey, Roland…” Nightingale’s voice jerked Roland out of his thoughts. “Are you OK?”

“Er, is anything wrong?” Roland said after a clearing throat.

“You were staring at that paper for a good several minutes, and you don’t look very well either. Terrible news?”

“No, I hope that I am wrong,” Roland said while shaking his head and briefly recounted his theory. “If that was the truth, what a dismal world we’re living in.”

Another problem that alarmed Roland was how short their lives were. One life cycle was just a fleeting second compared to the history of this planet that stretched thousands of years before the emergence of lifeforms.

Where had human beings and demons been when the radiation people and the tablet men had fought furiously for their survival?

If the Battle of Divine Will was unending, then how does one win?

No matter how fierce the battle had been, there should have been a winner in the end.

Why had both parties disappeared?

Roland suddenly regarded this battle with a sense of evil foreboding.

“I see…” Nightingale mumbled thoughtfully. “But even if you’re right, I think there’s still a solution.”

Roland looked toward her in surprise and asked, “What solution?”

“Well, I have to make it clear first. I’m not Anna, so it may be just some random crazy idea. Don’t you laugh at me, alright?”

“I won’t,” Roland promised.

Nightingale shoved a piece of dried fish into her mouth and said, “First of all, you have to admit that this is going to be a problem that will take at least two generations. So the most important task now was to pass on the information until the time is right.”

“Right… that’s true,” Roland said, nodding. “Then what?”

“That’s it.”

“Huh?” Roland gaped.

“Because by that time, this battle will have nothing to do with us,” Nightingale replied matter-of-factly. “We can only live once and already have so much to worry about in this life. Why do we want to let something that will only happen after we die bother us now? Whether our descendents would succeed or not and how they are going to do that are their problems. There’s no point of us doing their jobs for them.”

Roland could not help grinning. So, was Nightingale comforting him? Anyway, this solution was straightforward, simple and overall, very Nightingale-ish.

“Are you gloating over my shortsightedness?” Nightingale demanded while squinting her eyes at Roland.

“No,” Roland denied and immediately put on a straight a face. “That was very incisive.”

“Hmm, that sounds more or less right,” Nightingale said with satisfaction as she held her head a little higher. “If you fear our descendents couldn’t do a good job, ask the other races for help.”

“How?”

“Reconstruct the ruin and record the Battle of Divine Will as this is another way to pass on information. Didn’t you find out the existence of the radiation people and tablet men from the murals in the Temple of the Cursed? Build some underground fortresses in Graycastle and carve the wall to inform the later generations who participate in the war. If time permits, I believe there will be one or two races figuring out what they should do.”

Roland was momentarily stunned at Nightingale’s insight. Even if human beings were exterminated in the end, they could still preserve their culture and civilization in an alternate way. If some race in the future managed to terminate the endless wars with the help of this information, they would definitely carve a glorious place for humanity in their history.

Perhaps, Nightingale herself didn’t even realize how important this was for the future generations.

After a long silence, Roland shook his head in amusement, poured her a glass of Chaos Drink, and said, ‘I’m very impressed with your idea. I didn’t expect you to think this far ahead.”

“I don’t need to hear the latter half of your comment,” Nightingale said defiantly and snatched up the glass.

Roland admitted that if he failed, this would be his last resort. Although, personally, he would rather be the recorder of history than the history itself.

He then summoned Sean and asked him to send the stones in the package to Celine before he commenced his work. In the afternoon, Graycastle greeted a person Roland had been longing to see for a long time.

He met Camilla Dary, the butler of the Sleeping Island, in the castle.

To Roland’s surprise, Camilla did not came with Tilly. Travel-strained from head to toe, Camilla looked particularly disheveled.

This indicated that she went straight to the castle after the ship disembarked.