Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it took Shu Scroll a quarter of an hour longer than before to settle down, capturing the faint magic fluctuations in his mind.
When she opened her eyes again, she was already in a small "archive".
Phyllis then appeared beside her too - in the form of a young witch. Hundreds of years have not left any traces on the other party. Although Phyllis has lived far longer than her, at this moment she seems to be the other party's elder.
"What shall we do next?" Scroll asked.
"Just leave it to me." Phyllis showed a confident smile, then opened the iron door and walked out of the room.
She quickly followed.
The bustling and bustling grand city is once again in sight.
I saw Phyllis looking around, and quickly locked on a young male approaching. She took the hand of the scroll and stopped it directly in front of the other party.
"Hello."
The man who heard the greeting stopped, looked away from a small box in his hand, and raised his head a little suspiciously. But at the moment when the eyes met, there was obvious surprise in the man's eyes, "Uh... that, what's the matter?"
"I'm sorry, I lost my phone and can't contact my friends, can you—"
"I understand, is one hundred yuan enough?" The other party quickly took out a wallet from his pocket and handed a red note to her, with a hint of regret in his tone, "If you are cheated, you will be cheated... But the way you dress up, the leader has enough money."
Phyllis's smile suddenly stiffened, "No, I just want to borrow your phone to make a call."
The man was stunned for a while, then realized that he had said the wrong thing, and while embarrassingly handed the small box in his hand, he repeatedly apologized to the two of them.
Phyllis shrugged and pressed a series of numbers.
At this moment, Shu Scroll hadn't figured out what to say, so he didn't know what to say, so he had to pretend to be calm and stand on the spot, but his heart was extremely nervous. The world here is too different from the world she is familiar with. The strong sense of strangeness is everywhere, like a wall pressing her breathlessly. Many people around have noticed the two of them, and their undisguised eyes swept straight to this side, and many of them were malicious - which made her think of the sisters who were exposed to the public during the mutual aid society. .
"Don't worry, all they can do is take a look." Phyllis seemed to sense her uneasiness and tilted her head to comfort her, "Just stare back, they will retreat faster than anyone else."
At this moment, there was a beeping sound from the small box.
"Hey, is that Phyllis?"
That was the voice of His Majesty Roland.
For a moment, Scroll felt relieved suddenly.
This is indeed the dream world, and His Majesty is not far from her.
The strangeness still exists, but it is not as depressed as before, and even with those naked gazes, it is no longer the original embarrassment and discomfort.
Scroll took a deep breath and followed his gaze to look back. Just as Phyllis said, people avoided looking at each other and turned their heads away in guilt.
The crowds on the streets seemed to flow again.
"It's me, and Madam Scroll is by my side. The address here is... Yes, that's how it's shown on the map. Is it only two kilometers from the Tongzilou community? That's great. Yes, I'll be waiting for you here, Your Majesty. —Brother." After Phyllis ended the call, she threw the small box to the young man, "Thank you."
"No, you're welcome," the other party hesitated for a while, then hesitantly said, "Well, can we add a friend?"
Phyllis casually reported a series of numbers.
The man recorded it like a treasure, and said goodbye to the two with joy on his face.
"Could the small box you borrowed just now be the wireless telephone that Your Majesty always thinks about that can communicate across thousands of miles?" Scroll asked.
"Yes, the technological level of this world has made wireless phones available to everyone, not only for making calls, but also for locating directions and finding information. , as long as you write down the number, you can contact the other party at any time. If you encounter someone you don’t want to talk to, just refuse or give a random number.”
"So it is." Scroll suddenly said, no wonder His Majesty said that if the two were really in the same world, they would soon be able to meet again.
"It's you, the adaptation speed is much faster than I expected. You are indeed the mentor of the Witch Union." Phyllis laughed.
Scroll shook his head slightly, but did not answer.
She knew where her courage came from.
Obviously they are all kings, and there is still no progress as before - the only person who can say that the subordinates are protected by the king is His Majesty Roland, right? Really, how long does it take him to become a qualified monarch
She too, she should stand in front of the king since the mutual aid society was sheltered, but until now, she is still receiving the protection of the other party, which is really not a qualified performance.
But... if everyone is like this, it doesn't feel bad.
That being the case, let the status quo remain for a while longer.
"Hey, look at the two over there."
"Is that a medieval robe, are they playing cospy?"
"Speaking of which, the two of them are really beautiful!"
"It doesn't feel much worse than a star..."
A whisper or two could be heard from time to time around, but Scroll was no longer disturbed.
About ten minutes later, a rounded vehicle stopped in front of the two of them.
"It's been a long wait." His Majesty stuck his head out of the cab.
"Get in the car." Phyllis opened the car door and pulled the scroll into the car.
Then the group walked away under the disbelieving gazes of the onlookers and disappeared into the traffic on the main road.
"Our luck is really good," Ling, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned around, "If the domain connection point of Your Excellency Scroll and the Chess Tower are only two blocks away, Falti's flying insects can monitor this area 24 hours a day. area."
Falti nodded, "This place has been cleaned up before, and there is no sign of new demonic activity now, and safety should be guaranteed."
"That's good." Roland smiled, "So, as the first witch to enter the dream state on his own, how do you feel about Scroll at the moment?"
"Is this the vehicle in the dream world?" Scroll touched the chair behind him and knocked on the window, "The seat is softer than a sofa, it drives silently, and the speed is so fast, it's better than a steam truck. Too much... If only we could build such a high-end vehicle."
For some reason, she suddenly felt that Roland's smile was a little frozen, and the other three witches of God's Punishment also pursed their lips, as if they were enduring something.
"That... did I say something wrong?"
"No, cough... This day will come sooner or later." Roland cleared his throat.
"By the way, Your Majesty, where are we going?" Scroll looked at the changing scenery outside the window and said, "Aren't you going to test the field of consciousness?"
"That can be discussed later, haven't you discovered it yet, the two of you are so eye-catching now." Roland said without turning his head, "Phyllis's clothes are in the car, just change them later. But there is currently no one that suits you. So the priority today is to change your outfit first!"