"Your Majesty Roland... Roland?"
The sound seemed to come from a long distance, soft and soft.
It wasn't until he felt a hint of itching in his ear that Roland snapped back to his senses.
"You've lost your mind again," Nightingale crouched in front of the long table, facing his eyes, one hand resting on her slightly sloping chin, and one hand shaking her pale index finger. Apparently just now she used this finger to fiddle with his ear.
"Uh... Is that so?" Roland cleared his throat and pretended to look at the seizure statistics report, "Probably because the weather today is particularly suitable for naps."
"But it's not the first day I've been in a daze," Nightingale dodged back to the reclining chair beside the tent. "It's been like this since the last time I came back from the Reflection Church. Did something happen?"
Roland subconsciously wanted to veto it, but the words came to a screeching halt. Lies were ineffective against Nightingale, and he couldn't deceive himself—even after nearly a week, he still couldn't understand this matter.
"I did find some problems... It's just that it's too weird, and I don't know how to explain it."
"If it's hard to tell, you don't have to tell me," Yeying said, holding the back of her head and looking at the sky, "My head isn't as useful as yours anyway, so even if you say it out of ten, it won't help. If it's Anna, it should be able to help. —"
"I didn't tell her either." Roland shook his head with a wry smile.
"Eh... Really?" Nightingale immediately turned over from the reclining chair, "Why?"
"Because this incident is weirder than I can comprehend," he said bluntly, "but it doesn't affect anything, in other words, it's just my personal trouble. Telling her has nothing but added trouble. What's the point."
"I see." Nightingale blinked, showing a look of sudden realization, but Roland knew that she didn't understand at all, she just didn't realize it.
"So don't tell her about me being in a daze," he urged. "No one can solve these problems except myself."
"Hey, of course!" For some reason, Nightingale suddenly became happy. She first patted her chest, then took out a piece of grilled dried fish from the cyst and threw it into her mouth, looking satisfied.
After stabilizing the other party, Roland sighed secretly. Although his eyes were looking at the statistics table, he couldn't see it at all. The scene in the church's secret room was always floating in his mind.
Why did a fictional character appear in the early days of the federation? Even judging from the portrait, she existed even earlier.
Afterwards, Roland asked Isabella, Agatha, and Phyllis, but all of the answers he got were whether—that history was too far away for Taquila, and no one could say that the background painting at the oath meeting was. What character can only be inferred that she was once famous.
He always thought that there were two types of people in the dream world. One was the losers who were swallowed by Zero. They were bound in the Soul Building and still had an inextricable relationship with this world. The most obvious feature is that it has almost the same appearance, and the memory fragments in the residence.
The other is a fictional person, who comes from a dream background, partly extracted from his brain, partly fabricated by the world itself.
But now his cognition has been shaken.
According to Isabella, Zero's lifespan is roughly between 200 and 250 years old, and her journey of serving the Pope is also recorded accordingly. This should not go wrong. So the question is, how can this "never aging" pure person be able to swallow a character from 800 years ago - her age may be amazing to ordinary people, but it does not count in the long history. what.
After all, she was still a figure born in the church era. If she was simply compared to her seniority, Agatha and the others would be enough to be her grandmother.
So the person in the picture ran into the dream world by himself
The idea is even more incredible.
How can an ancient person survive in modern society and pretend to be flawless? Besides, before the dream appeared, where was her soul stored
In addition, the appearance of "Lan" can also deny the speculation.
She can be called an extraordinary temperament, but she is absolutely incomparable with beauty, which shows that she is not a witch - without the strange ability, no matter how outstanding a person was during his lifetime, he will only turn into a puff of dust a hundred years after his death.
Aside from the above two ideas, the most reasonable explanation is the most prosaic one, that is, the two just bumped into each other's faces, and everything is purely coincidental.
Adopting this idea can save him a lot of trouble, but Roland still has trouble convincing himself in his heart - is this really a pure coincidence
If you want to find the answer further, I am afraid you have to find her.
When he thinks of the dream world that has become more and more unpredictable, Roland will feel a hint of unconscious resistance, but he is also troubled by unknown secrets.
The lesser of the two evils, after hesitating for nearly a week, Roland finally made up his mind.
Of course, what helped him make up his mind were the Taquila God Punishment Witch who begged in every possible way, as well as the idle waiting time after visiting the Holy City of Hermes.
…
The process of entering the dream is still very familiar. When he opened his eyes, the date was still fixed on the last time he left-although it had been more than a month between the two times, the surrounding scene had not changed in the slightest. The trainee took a group photo, as if he had just returned from the headquarters of the Martial Daoist Association.
Roland took out his mobile phone, turned to Garcia's number column, and pressed the dial button.
The call was quickly connected, and there was an even light gasp from the microphone, "Hello?"
He glanced out the window, and only then did the sky turn white, "Are you practicing in the morning?"
"Don't talk nonsense if you know it," Garcia's tone was still so disgusting, but compared to before, at least there was no cold feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away, "Is there something wrong?"
"Well, I have a question I want to talk to you about. How are you doing now? I'll come to you right away and treat you to breakfast by the way."
"In such a hurry?" The other party was silent for a moment, "Then come down, I'm in the alley in front of Tongzilou."
"Wait for me." Roland hung up the phone, dressed as quickly as possible, and rushed out of the room. When he passed the living room, he saw Jieluo who was disheveled and had a worried face. The latter had apparently just gotten up from the bed when his crumpled pajamas slid down to one side, revealing half-white shoulders, and under his feet was a pair of oversized men's slippers—no doubt they were his.
He shook his head on his forehead, had to stop and turned around to help the little girl tidy up the collar.
"Mud wait... I'll go to boil the water later..." Zero said vaguely.
"No need, I'll bring breakfast later, you can just wait to eat after washing up." Roland patted her on the head, pushed her into the bathroom, and hurried out the door.