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In the process of falling into a dream, Roland has become perfect. As long as he closes his eyes and thinks about the unique things in the dream world, he can "trigger" the beam of light that goes straight to the sky. After that, he will wake up naturally and usher in the morning of another world.
But this time there was a small accident. He didn't wake up naturally, but was woken up by a series of phone rings.
Fortunately, this kind of sleep is not really falling asleep, and there is no feeling of drowsiness. Roland rolled over and got up, picked up the mobile phone from the bedside table, and found that it was Garcia who called.
"Hey, do you know what time it is?"
"Six-thirty, it's not too early," the other end interrupted, "and how do I know if any of your relatives will suddenly come to visit?"
Roland couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. It seemed that the last time he let her doves was still on the other side's mind, "Uh... Is there something wrong?"
"Haven't you always wanted to know what's going on with erosion? The association has set a visit time for newcomers, just this afternoon. Come to 0827 after breakfast."
"Didn't you say afternoon?"
"You're not the only newcomer. It also takes time to rush to meet people from other districts," Garcia's voice raised a point. "Why, are you taking your relatives out today?"
And there's more than one. Of course, he knew that if he answered like this, the other party would definitely block the door, and he was really curious about the "erosion" in Garcia's mouth, "Okay, but I slept a little late yesterday, so... You know, There may be a little smell on my body, let me take a bath first."
"..." She fell silent. Even through the microphone, Roland could feel the contempt coming from the other side. In the end, Garcia dropped "Please hurry up" and hung up the phone.
Then it's time to hurry.
Roland got dressed and walked into the living room. Zero was busy in the kitchen. She was frying eggs with concentration, and the spatula in her hand was swaying like a shovel. Just looking at this action, it would almost make people forget that she was only a junior high school student.
"Good morning," he greeted, "I'll go out first and be back soon."
Zero showed a suspicious expression, "Uncle, are you going to exercise in the morning?"
"Forget it..." He said casually, "By the way, the company has a staff meeting in the afternoon, I may have to come back later, you don't have to wait for me to have dinner together."
"I know," the little girl pouted.
After leaving the Cheongzilou, the community was already lively. The rice noodle shops on the streets were blowing white air, and the breakfast stalls were sizzling with the fritters that were put into the pot. Even though it is late autumn and people are wearing a lot thicker clothes, there are still many elderly morning runners around the building, wearing short sleeves and sweatpants, walking briskly to the sound of radio and vendors , his hands and feet are not much slower than the young guy.
Roland turned into an alley not far from Tongzilou and stopped in front of a shop that had not yet opened. The rental notice posted on the shop floor is quite eye-catching, but before the word rental, a big "has" has been drawn artificially.
He took out the key and opened the side door.
Walking into the house, more than 20 witches standing inside knelt down to him at the same time, and saluted in unison, "Meet Your Majesty!"
For a moment, he seemed to have returned to Neverwinter again.
Just separated by a wall, it seems like a world apart.
"Welcome to the dreamland," Roland nodded.
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"You mean, do you have a special mission today?" On the second floor of the store, Phyllis, Falti, Ling, and Tong En surrounded Roland and listened carefully to his explanation as the first pioneers to enter the dreamland. They have a certain understanding of the world, so they have become guides for the rest of the Taquila survivors. Whether it's eating, drinking and enjoying, or hunting down demons, they can all play a role of care and guidance, which really relieved Roland a lot of burdens.
And this shop is a new stronghold that he obtained through hunting and rented by an intermediary. Compared with the previous warehouse, it is not only much more spacious, but it is not easy to arouse suspicion during activities.
Roland repeated the notice from the Martial Daoist Association, "According to Garcia's previous statement, when the association organizes new people to learn about the inside story, they will take them to the headquarters. The specific location of this place has never been known to outsiders, so I want to take advantage of it. This opportunity, find out the base where they hide the power of nature, and this requires your ability."
"Let my bugs follow you," Falti summoned the magical insect nest, picked out a beetle and pinched it at her fingertips, "so that I can always know your location."
After getting permission, the witch put the beetle on his collar, and the bug quickly crawled into the long hair and hid it. The appearance didn't change. He could only faintly notice that there was something behind his neck.
"Furthermore, Phyllis and Ling are going with me," Roland suppressed the psychological discomfort and turned to look at the other two, "You guys remember how to take a taxi, right?"
Phyllis nodded, "Beckon, tell the driver to keep an eye on the car in front, and give the money when it arrives."
"Speak less when driving, and respond silently to any questions asked by the other party," Ling patted her chest and added, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, we remember it clearly!"
"That's good," Roland applauded. "After the car stops, try to see if you can sneak in. Although there is no God's Stone of Retribution in this world, I don't know if the Martial Daoist Association has other means to interfere with the operation of magic. Don't force it if you can't do it, your most important task is to hide yourself, understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the three of them said in unison.
"Then... Your Majesty, what about me?" Tong En pointed at himself expectantly.
"You stay here and take care of Taquila's sisters," Roland took out ten hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and handed them to the other party, "This is money for takeaways, including breakfast, lunch and dinner, and the planned entertainment activities are scheduled to be postponed. until tomorrow."
"Eh... But I'm also very suitable for sneaking in," Tong En said unwillingly.
"Because you are suitable for sneaking in, you need to stay here. In case of any accident, if you want to evacuate without attracting others' attention, only you can do it." Roland patted her on the shoulder, "Of course. , if you have arranged everyone properly, I will take you to the cinema next time."
"I... I understand," Tong En regained his energy when he heard the word "specialized", "Please leave it to me."
He had let four people try it before calling for takeout, and the Taquila witch's outstanding receptivity allowed them to quickly master this skill. As long as one person is left, there should be no major flaws. .
In this way, he is ready to go to the headquarters of the Martial Daoist Association.