"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" The voice of the scattered star pulled Roland back from his stupor. .
"Uh..." He rubbed his stinging forehead, "Does only astrologers know about these things?"
"All observations were done by people with star names. The apprentices and the group of disciples in the Arithmetic Academy... didn't know it." The old scholar knelt down again.
So that's the case, Roland thought to himself, no wonder the astrologers outside had the look of explaining their last words the moment they entered the door. If you can think of the rift in your heart, you can naturally think of the possibility that the lord will silence all those who accidentally know the truth in order to maintain the status quo. After all, in the past, the true purpose of the astrological association and the rumors about the world-destroying star were secrets that only the heirs of the royal family were qualified to know.
As expected of a group of people who lived in the capital for a long time and were extremely familiar with court politics, Roland didn't know whether to blame them for being persecuted and delusional, or to appreciate their loyalty to reporting truthfully even though they knew the possible consequences. He shook his head helplessly, "You guys are doing very well. Don't reveal this conclusion for the time being, and keep busy with your work. I'm not talking about stargazing, but the School of Arithmetic. Compared with researching things that don't exist, how to solve the problem of Neverwinter City? Some troubles are more important."
After he finished speaking, he didn't stop, turned around and pushed open the door and walked out of the attic, leaving only the old scholar who hadn't reacted yet froze in place.
"Go back to the castle." Roland ordered in a deep voice.
Compared to his eagerness, he went back even a little faster, almost trotting.
"Do you think what the astrologer said is true?" Nightingale who had been following her couldn't help but asked.
"I don't know... It's just that some ideas suddenly popped up," Roland whispered. "It's not a red moon but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, maybe it's something else..."
"Something else?"
"Let's say, a hole."
Because of preconceived ideas, he has never thought deeply about the red moon, and the huge size is only because of the close distance. For example, Jupiter can be seen from Io, which can occupy almost two-thirds of the sky. But now that I think about it, the ancients called it the moon just because it happened to be round, and the light was not dazzling.
If it is really eroded, it can also be square or polygonal.
Nightingale's tone was full of confusion, "You mean, is our sky cracked?"
"It could be worse than that, but I'll have to make sure."
"How to confirm?"
Roland glanced at her, "Dreaming."
…
Although it was still early, it did not prevent him from entering the dream world, and this time he did not notify any witches of God's Punishment, and just kept Nightingale by his side.
The day when the divine will appeared in the world, when the meeting was agreed.
Roland has been searching for what the divine will refers to, and it was not until this moment that he realized that perhaps the other party was not referring to what happened in the dream, but the time in the real world.
If this is the case, it means that the person who left the note not only knows the essence of the dream, but even knows that there is a real world beyond it, and can accurately perceive its changes. The moment he said "the red moon doesn't exist", the confusion and suspicion that had been lingering in his mind before was like being pierced by an electric light in an instant. Whether it was the "Battle of God's Will" heard in Prism City, or the unsigned dream book, they were probably leading him in this direction.
"Uncle, what's for breakfast..." Pushing open the bedroom door, Zero asked vaguely while standing in front of the sink with her toothbrush in her mouth.
"Don't eat, just prepare your own!" Roland shouted without looking back. He casually draped a coat from the sofa on his body, and before he even had time to put on his shoes, he stepped on two drag boards and went out the door.
At this time, the streets and alleys were already crowded with students and office workers. The fritters and buns were crowded with students and office workers. The sound of frying was intertwined with shouts, which constituted the hustle and bustle of the Cheongzi District.
The only exception is Rose Cafe.
From the signboard to the facade, it seems out of tune with the surrounding paving, just like a non-mainstream flamboyant. When Roland took out the key to open the store door, he also caught the look of a fool from the opposite stall owner.
He took a deep breath, pushed the door in, and went straight to private room No. 302. As for why there is only one private room in the entire store, and the private room on the first floor is called 302, he deliberately ignored it as an insignificant detail.
Due to the endless occurrence of emergencies in Neverwinter this week, Roland had no time to take care of the dream world at all. Now that he put his hand on the doorknob, he felt a little nervous.
As for the question of how the other party could get in before the store door opened, it was not in his consideration at all. To be able to reflect the words in the champagne glass must have incredible power, let alone sneak in quietly, even if the brush suddenly appears in front of him, there is nothing to be surprised.
Roland took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.
The compartment was empty.
Except for a low table and four chairs, there are no extra decorations in the small "tofu block", and every corner can be seen the moment the door is opened, and there is no hiding place.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, and slowly walked to the table and sat down.
Could it be... Did you guess wrong
Also, people are not ghosts, how could they move here in an instant, or wait.
But more doubts followed.
Can the person who wrote the note really know about this newly opened cafe and come to it? What if the other party is also foolishly waiting at the agreed place
Or maybe the note is just a prank, thinking that the coming of divine will in the real world has nothing to do with the dream, but it can actually make sense.
After all, he didn't have any substantive evidence.
Sure enough, it will not be so easy to know the answer.
Just as Roland got up and was about to leave the private room, a pleasant wind bell rang.
"ding ding ding dong..."
"Welcome to the Light," he subconsciously said halfway through and was suddenly stunned. The Witch of God's Punishment did not enter the dream with him, and Garcia would come to take care of his coffee shop if he had nothing to do. Those who are willing to drink high-priced coffee should be one of them. There will be none! Roland, who had recovered his senses, opened the door and looked inside the store, only to see a slightly familiar figure appearing at the door of the store.
He has seen each other twice.
Once at a newcomer reception in Prism City.
Once in the reflection church in the old holy city of Hermes.
There were only two sides, but Roland deeply remembered that face.
"I didn't expect you to open a Rose Cafe yourself, in such a corner. I almost thought you didn't find that note at all."
Lan said.