Chapter 690 Nightingale's Suspicion

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He emerged from the dream the next morning.

Roland excitedly pumped his fist in bed—his guess had been right! It wasn't just his room... every resident of the Soul Building should have a door leading to a fragment of memory, and the location the door connected to was most likely where the defeated had placed their greatest hope.

If he wasn't mistaken, the Third Princess's last memory was stuck in Clearwater Port—the starting point of her lifelong efforts and her path to vying for the throne.

Since Garcia could hang up the phone at any moment, Roland didn't go any further into the world inside the door. After all, his current position was a bit awkward. Being mistaken for a clothes thief by a martial artist was not a pleasant experience. Before leaving 0827, he also subtly inquired about the memory door to Garcia by complaining about the useless iron door in his room, but her reaction was very indifferent, almost indifferent to the point of being uninterested.

This meant that either she was lying, or even if she had renovated the entire utility room, she still hadn't noticed that strange iron door.

If it was the latter, then it was worth pondering.

Perhaps the residents of the Soul Building simply couldn't access this sealed memory, and he was the exception, able to see and open the memory door.

It would be easy to verify. Next time, using the excuse of cleaning, he could have Jie Luo take a stroll around the utility room and know the answer to the question.

In any case, this was definitely an exciting discovery.

He naturally didn't need to thoroughly investigate every resident. The demons Jie Luo had devoured were the main focus—they were now also residents of the Soul Building. Finding them and entering their memory fragments might reveal some information that would be very helpful for the Battle of Divine Will.

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Arriving at the office, Wendy had already been waiting in the room for a long time.

A stack of resumes was placed on the table, detailed information about the Wolfheart four witches. Although he already knew the general situation from Yoko, it didn't hurt to review it completely again, especially the events that occurred in Wolfheart.

Roland flipped through the records completed by Wendy and Scroll, his gaze finally lingering on the name of Annie.

When he first heard about Annie, he found it particularly familiar. It wasn't until Nightingale reminded him that he remembered the past grievances between the Bloodfang Association and the Wolfheart witches.

However, Annie was a very common name, especially among the poor lower class. At least five or six out of every hundred women were named Annie, and repetition was not unusual. But now the resume clearly recorded that she did indeed search for the Bloodfang Association, not only being rejected but also almost being sold to a noble. Then there was a high probability that she was the "Sister Annie" mentioned by Iffy.

It had to be said that such a coincidence was really full of dramatic irony.

A week ago, he had received a flying secret letter from the Fjords, stating that Tilly and others had set off and were now about halfway through the voyage. He just wondered what their expressions would be when the two met.

Reunion wasn't all joy. Iffy would definitely be full of joy and guilt, but what about Annie? Would she forgive the one who had once "betrayed" her?

Roland sighed secretly, hoping that time could smooth out this wound.

He closed the resume and looked up at Wendy. "Has today's itinerary been decided?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the latter replied. "It's the North Slope Mine, the Steam Engine Assembly Plant, and the Chaos Beverage Factory."

Wendy suggested that the Witch Union lead newcomers to tour Neverwinter, believing that it would allow foreign witches to better familiarize themselves with local life and eliminate some unnecessary defenses and misunderstandings. Touring for two days, resting for one day, and then voluntarily choosing whether to sign a contract had become a routine practice for the Union. Since Roland entrusted the witch management affairs to Wendy, she had gradually gotten on the right track.

Judging from the locations she chose to visit, they all reflected the characteristics of cooperation between witches and commoners and could also tell those auxiliary witches that the use of their abilities wasn't just limited to combat.

Roland nodded in satisfaction. "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Remember to bring Lightning and Maggie. In case of any accidents, they can help you control the situation."

After all, Wendy wasn't good at combat, and he didn't think that every new witch would be as easy to talk to as Anna in the future. Having two more helpers on alert in the sky, plus a rotating rifle as a weapon, was enough to cope with most situations.

"I understand."

"By the way, what do you think of that guide?" He changed the topic.

"Are you talking about Number Seventy-six?"

"Yes," Roland took a sip of tea. Originally, an ordinary redeemed slave wasn't worth his personal attention, but he couldn't help but be impressed by Yoko's praise of her. And after listening to the "old friend's" story, he also developed a sense of respect for this woman who was willing to sacrifice herself to save others. If her background and origins were not problematic, it wasn't impossible to arrange an ideal job for her.

"She has a good relationship with the four witches, especially Amy, who almost treats her as her own family—I don't think it's very likely that Number Seventy-six, if she were a malicious person, would have acted that way in a crisis."

"That's what I thought... then how about letting her be a clerk in the Witch Union? I remember there are only three or four people in your office, and it would be easier for you to manage with more people."

This position didn't have any extra requirements, the salary was okay, and the work was easy, as long as she could maintain a good relationship with the witches.

Wendy smiled. "If she's willing, I have no problem."

"Don't... Your Majesty," Nightingale suddenly appeared and interrupted. "Don't give her any position for now."

Roland couldn't help but be stunned. "What's wrong?"

"I... I can't explain it," she hesitated. "I just feel like something is wrong."

He looked at Nightingale strangely, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I understand, let's put this matter aside for now."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

After Wendy bowed and left, Nightingale grasped Roland's hand with a slightly worried expression. "Sorry, Your Majesty, am I being a little... too much?"

"Is it because of security issues?"

"Yes."

"Then that's what you should do," he patted the back of her hand, comforting her. "You are responsible for the internal security of Neverwinter, and there's nothing wrong with being cautious. But your records don't show anything wrong with her, so what's the problem?"

Hearing Roland say this, Nightingale relaxed a lot. "Number Seventy-six didn't lie, my ability can prove that, it's just..." She paused and expressed her doubts. "I don't think her reaction when facing strangers is like that of an ordinary slave. So I hope to observe her for a longer period of time, which will be more reassuring."