Roland felt an indescribable chill enveloping his body. As expected, he was being watched by someone in this supposedly illusory Dream World.
He raised his head and quickly scanned the people around him.
Who, who?
A waiter? An entrepreneur? An Awakened?
The banquet hall was still bustling with people enjoying the party. The only abnormal person seemed to be Roland himself.
Roland took a deep breath and slowly calmed his racing heart.
The agreement... could not be referring to anything else. The messenger of the message should be the same person who left the note in the book.
"Rose Café, No. 302. "
There was no doubt that someone wanted to see him.
This kind of means was beyond the scope of the Force of Nature. Martialists were not witches, and they were not good at all kinds of abilities. The awakened ones had stronger strength, speed, and five senses. When they practiced to a certain extent, they could also release their cyclones, which were similar to spells. But generally speaking, they were more inclined to the combat type.
Moreover, he had not sensed any fluctuation of the Force of Nature around him.
In other words, the Crafty Trick that made the words appear was probably from a more advanced power.
The Dream World was constantly evolving into an unknown realm, which might have something to do with this.
"I'm really... being watched by an NPC," Roland muttered self-deprecatingly. As a world where time would completely stop when he was awake, it was really difficult for him to relate to reality. Except for the foreign witches and the defeated people who had been devoured by Zero, he subconsciously thought that the rest of the people in the Dream World should be imaginary. No matter how real they were, they lacked the key "self". But now, a "Fabricator" noticed his difference and took the initiative to send him a message.
When did it start?
Was it when he borrowed the internal books of the Association from Garcia, or when he found in the Reflection Church that the figure from 800 years ago was exactly the same as Lan in the Dream World?
Or was it earlier than that, like the moment when Zero pulled him into the Soul Battlefield?
He could not think of an answer.
Even if he knew, it would be meaningless.
The most important thing was what the other party wanted to say.
"Brother Roland?" Dawnen's voice interrupted his thoughts. "What happened?"
"No … nothing." Roland snapped back to reality and shook his head with a smile. "I'll be right there."
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the wine glass, he placed it on the nearest table and walked towards the witches.
"This tastes so smooth and tender! Even if you have to wait, you should give it a try … "
Saint Miran handed him a skewer of freshly grilled foie gras, and the enticing aroma of the grease wafted over.
Roland followed her gaze and couldn't help but cover his face. He saw the three witches standing guard in front of the three tables that needed to be freshly cooked, taking all the food that the chef had just cooked into their hands. They had the posture of "this place has already been occupied by me".
The surrounding men were still fine. None of them would snatch food from the hands of the young ladies, but the ladies were rather disgruntled.
With his excellent hearing, he heard some intermittent whispers coming from the surroundings.
"Who brought them here?" "They're so cute, but why do they look like they've never eaten anything good?" "Look at their clothes and shoes. Did they sneak in?" "Tsk tsk, they look like they've been starving for hundreds of years."
After hearing these complaints, Roland wanted to tell them to restrain themselves, but he swallowed his words and turned around to glare at the group of people who were gossiping behind him.
"Sorry, they really haven't tasted food for hundreds of years."
"Don't forget to bring some for your family."
"Oh!"
Biting into the foie gras skewer handed to him by the witches, Roland resumed his previous train of thought.
Since the other party had such an ability, why didn't they talk to him face to face? Why did they have to make it so awkward and make it seem like a riddle?
Were they afraid of scaring him, or did they lack some kind of opportunity?
If it was the former, the words would appear in the wine without warning. If it were someone with a weak heart, he would have died immediately.
As for the latter... His mind involuntarily recalled the contents of the note.
"The day the Divine Will appears, the appointed time to meet...?" Roland silently repeated it several times in his heart. Suddenly, he could not help but gasp. "Could it be..."
Was the other party referring to the day the Bloody Moon appeared in the real world?
The appearance of the Bloody Moon also meant the beginning of the Battle of Divine Will.
Only at this time could the "messenger" talk to him?
But... how did the people in the Dream World know what was happening in the other world? As long as he did not enter the Dream World, this world would always be in a frozen state!
What made him speechless was that even if the opportunity was as he had guessed, the location was still a mystery.
Who knew which corner of the city the Rose Café was located in.
Couldn't they have chosen a tube-shaped apartment or a well-known landmark as the meeting place?
Just as Roland was silently cursing, two middle-aged men who looked like bosses walked past him.
"I heard that your golf course is about to start construction?"
"It was approved a while ago and cost me a lot of money. Why, President Gao, are you interested? "
"Not really. I don't usually exercise. I'm more interested in the master you found. I heard that you spent more than three million on him? "
"I had no choice but to ask for good luck. People in our line of work only hope that everything goes smoothly. We can earn more money after we spend it. It's said that the names he sets are very effective. "
"What's the last name?"
"The Rhine Green Field. It's just across the river from the Clover Group's green field project."
"Hahaha... That's quite a coincidence."
Roland could not help but be slightly stunned. He did not hear what the two men said after that.
Names... can be chosen by oneself!
He had been secretly asking the witches to look for the Rose Café, but he had neglected this point. What if he opened a café and named it Rose?
If the other party really wanted to contact him, they should not have chosen a place that he had never heard of.
On the other hand, since the other party could directly display the words in the wine glass in his hand, it should not be difficult for them to find out that he opened a café.
He had already rented the second floor of the warehouse. As long as he rented the two shops next door, he would have enough space to set up the café.
He could even go one step further. Other than the bar counter, tables, chairs, and other necessary facilities, he could just set up a private room and set the nameplate as 302!
With the addition of the Taquila witches, he could say that he had both waiters and customers. Who said that a café could not sell its own food?
After calculating the funds on hand, Roland quickly made a decision.
…
After Roland left the banquet hall, Fei Yuhan walked to the table at the back and picked up the glass of champagne.
She saw with her own eyes that the Association's new "Hunter" threw the glass of champagne with a shocked expression, but at the last moment, he caught it back. It was as if he was not holding champagne, but a piece of burning charcoal. For a moment, she even saw a trace of panic on his face.
What could cause a hunter to panic?
She could not imagine it.
For people like him who constantly walked on the edge of life and death, even death would not cause him to panic.
Not to mention a cup of ordinary wine?
But Fei Yuhan knew that it was not an illusion.
There were obvious cracks on the bottom of the glass, a sign that he had lost control of his strength. Generally speaking, only a newcomer who had just awakened the Force of Nature would make such a mistake.
From this, it could be inferred that what he saw was not ordinary.
Fei Yuhan lifted the glass and gently sniffed it, but did not find any residual smell. Roland had not drunk this glass of champagne, which meant that the thing that surprised him had nothing to do with the wine.
She slowly drank the wine in the glass and confirmed her judgment.
It was just ordinary wine.
Compared to the childish conversation between Roland and the three girls, such as "King of the Two Worlds" and "My minister", she was more concerned about his reaction when he was caught off guard. Only when he inadvertently revealed his actions could he not lie.
Something must have happened at that time.
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