"Come on, two bowls of braised beef noodles!" The boss brought the noodles to the table with a flushed face, and wiped the table with a towel. Obviously, the presence of the martial artist made him quite proud. After all, Garcia is the star of the cheese shop. figure.
"Thank you, add another omelette," Roland said, pulling out two pairs of chopsticks, "one for each person."
"Okay!"
"If I were you, I wouldn't invite women to breakfast here," Garcia rolled her eyes. "No wonder you're still single."
This is defamation! If it wasn't for the sense of responsibility, the witches of God's Punishment would have given him—
"Uh, that fellow Zero has to go to school later, I have to send my breakfast back, if it's too far..."
"I know, so I'm not going to do this," Garcia interrupted him, skillfully breaking open the disposable chopsticks, stirring the shallots and beef on the noodles, and soon the bowl of noodles turned an attractive red sauce. The first sip was slightly cold, instead of chewing and swallowing slowly, it directly slammed into the mouth, like a continuous ribbon, only making a thin squeaking sound.
Just hearing this voice made Roland feel his appetite widened.
"What," he pouted, "Isn't your way of eating very authentic? I thought you were not used to street food."
"That's your delusion," Garcia shrugged. "I've lived here for almost ten years. Which store have I never eaten at? It's just that clean and spacious stores are the etiquette for guests, and I don't. I like being watched all the time."
Roland found that it was indeed the case. Not only other customers at the stall, but even passers-by glanced in this direction curiously - after all, Garcia's silver-gray hair and well-proportioned figure were quite striking.
"This... it was my negligence."
"So hurry up and get down to business," Garcia stared, "Why are you looking for me in such a hurry? The Martial Daoist Association will not assist you in doing illegal things."
This guy... why are his eyes so guarded? I just came back from the headquarters yesterday, what can I do illegally? Besides, is there anything more illegal than a hunt license
Roland hesitated for a while, "I want to meet your master, can you make an appointment for me?"
"What?" The other party didn't respond for a while.
"Your master... Ms. Lan." He made up a reason casually, "I feel very guilty for missing my appointment last time, and I want to apologize to her in person."
Garcia looked at him for a long time as if she didn't know him, and finally waved her hand, "Oh? Now I know how important it is to get a recommendation from my master? But save it, she won't see you again."
"Maybe Ms. Lan doesn't hate me as much as you think?"
"Do you still want to say that she kindly explained a lot to you at the newcomer's meeting," Garcia said disapprovingly, "Don't be delusional, missed opportunities won't come again, and the master will never take care of a person who doesn't keep up. The people of the times will take more care, let alone meet."
"Let's try calling first," Roland insisted.
"You..." Garcia seemed to notice something, "You don't really want to apologize to her, do you?"
"It would be even better if you could ask some martial artists for training methods," he pretended to be serious.
The former twitched the corners of her mouth, probably wanting to let him give up this unrealistic idea completely, but she finally took out the phone.
"By the way, your master's number is..."
"It's useless to tell you, it's impossible to hit the headquarters without the association's data card," Garcia made a silent gesture, "Hey, hello, it's me..."
The call lasted less than three minutes before she hung up.
"I knew it was the result."
"How about it?"
"Of course it was refusal! He even blamed me for a while," Garcia said angrily, "Your image is completely bankrupt in her mind, and when she mentions you, her voice is at least an octave lower. "
How could this be? Roland couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. According to the attitude at the newcomer's meeting, Lan obviously didn't care about his missed appointment, but still had a hint of importance. He originally thought that the other party's secret language was to practice the power of nature to a high level, and it is not surprising that Garcia didn't know, but now it seems that he was really hallucinating at that time
At first, he didn't insist on knowing the answer to the puzzle, and even hesitated to enter the dream world. Now that he has encountered setbacks, he is unwilling to give up the pursuit.
"Okay," Roland took a sip of the soup, "Then when can we go to the headquarters again?"
"When you solve an erosion incident by yourself and become a full-fledged martial artist - now you are just a newcomer."
This condition is surprisingly simple, Roland thought. However, he said calmly on the surface, "I will look forward to that day. By the way, do you remember Ms. Lan's opening remarks when we first reached the ground?"
"What's wrong?"
"What does she mean when she says the battle of divine will is not far from us?"
"Well..." Garcia said helplessly, "My master really appreciates a book written half a century ago called "Reason for Existence", and also recommended that I read it. The book explains the emergence and evolution of civilization. After some conjecture, it is called the choice of the gods - of course, this god is not an anthropomorphic character, but a rule, or the purpose of the continuation of all things. But these things are too far away and have nothing to do with us, In addition, books are only circulated in the Martial Arts Association, so almost no one knows about it."
Hearing this, Roland was taken aback. No doubt, it was another book he had not seen before - which meant it was self-created from the dream world.
"Can I see it?"
"The book is at the headquarters. I'll borrow it from the library when I report for work next month." Garcia gave him a strange look, "If I remember this."
Seeing that the other party's suspicion was growing, Roland hurriedly finished the vermicelli and left the store on the pretext.
After the dream world ended the next day, he let out a sigh of relief.
If you don't contact the Martial Daoist Association, everything seems to be normal in the dream, but as long as you get along with them, strange things will emerge one after another.
Although this search was not very smooth, it was not in vain. What's more, the long-awaited God's Punishment Witch once again gained the experience of consciousness recovery. Seeing their extremely happy appearance, this trip was not in vain.
When Roland was planning to take advantage of this rest period to open a few more dream worlds and speed up the advance of his time, Lightning flew into his tent with a swallow-tailed eagle in his arms.
"Your Majesty, there is your expedited secret letter," the little girl muttered. "It was sent from Neverwinter."
Direct to the west? This journey is not too close. Could something happen to Neverwinter
In order to save messenger resources, less urgent news is sent to the old capital by ship, and then Tassa and others are responsible for forwarding, such as government affairs reports and so on. The swallow-tailed eagle is the largest and most expensive animal messenger. The advantage is that it is at the top of the food chain and has high safety. Driving one of these raptors, roughly equivalent to three gray eagles, was also quite laborious for Honey.
Roland touched the malaise animal messenger and untied the sealing ring from its feet. The moment he flattened the letter, he couldn't help but froze in place.
The devil's army actually appeared in the wild land ahead of time