"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" Dispersion Star's voice pulled Roland back from his stupor.
"Uh..." Roland rubbed his aching forehead. "Are these things only known to the astrologers?"
"All the observations are done by people with star names. The apprentices and the disciples of the Arithmetic Academy... don't know about it." The old scholar knelt down again.
"I see," Roland thought. "No wonder the astrologers outside looked like they were going to say their last words when I entered the door." If they could connect the dots, they could also imagine the possibility that the lord would kill all the people who accidentally knew the truth to maintain the status quo. After all, in the past, the real purpose of the Astrology Association and the rumor of the Star of Extinction were secrets that only the successors of the royal family were qualified to know.
As expected of a group of people who had lived in the capital for a long time and were extremely familiar with palace politics, Roland did not know whether he should blame them for being overly paranoid, or praise them for their loyalty even though they knew the possible consequences. He shook his head helplessly. "You've done a good job. Don't reveal this conclusion for the time being. Continue with your work. I'm not talking about astrology, but about the Arithmetic Academy. It's more important to solve the current problems in Neverwinter than to study something that doesn't exist. "
After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the attic, leaving the old scholar standing there in a daze.
"Go back to the castle," Roland ordered in a low voice.
Compared with his eagerness when he left, he walked back even faster, almost trotting.
"Do you think what the astrologers said is true?" Nightingale, who had been following him, could not help but show herself and ask.
"I don't know... it's just a sudden thought," Roland said in a low voice. "It's not the Bloody Moon, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Maybe it's something else..."
"Something else?"
"For example, a hole."
Because of his preconceived notions, he had never thought deeply about the Bloody Moon. Its huge size was only because it was close to the moon. For example, when he looked at Jupiter from Io, the latter almost occupied two-thirds of the sky. Now that he thought about it, the ancients called it the moon just because it was round and not dazzling.
If it was really Erosion, it could be square or polygonal.
Nightingale's tone was filled with confusion. "Are you saying that our sky has cracked?"
"It could be worse than that, but I have to confirm it first."
"How do I confirm it?"
Roland glanced at her. "In your dreams."
…
Although it was still early, it did not prevent him from entering the Dream World. This time, he did not inform any of the God's Punishment Witches, only leaving Nightingale by his side.
"The day of the Divine Will's appearance is the appointed time to meet. "
Roland had been trying to figure out what the Will of the Divine referred to. It was only at this moment that he realized that the Will of the Divine was not referring to the events in the Dream World, but the time in the real world.
If that was the case, it meant that the person who left the note not only knew the essence of the Dream World, but also knew that there was a real world outside of it and could accurately perceive its changes. It sounded incredible, but the moment Astrologer of Dispersion Star said that the Bloody Moon did not exist, all the confusion and suspicion that had been lingering in his mind were instantly penetrated by a bolt of lightning. Whether it was the "Battle of Divine Will" he heard in the Prism City or the unnamed Book of Dreams, they were probably all leading him in this direction.
"Uncle, what do you want for breakfast?" Zero stood in front of the sink and asked vaguely with a toothbrush in her mouth when he pushed open the bedroom door.
"I'm not eating. Just prepare your own food!" Roland shouted without turning his head. He casually put on a coat from the sofa and went out on two slippers without even putting on his shoes.
At this time, the streets were crowded with people. Youtiao stalls and bun stalls were crowded with students and office workers. The sizzling sounds of frying and shouting interweaved with each other, forming a short but noisy bustle in the tube area.
The only exception was the Rose Café.
From the signboard to the storefront, it looked out of place with the surrounding stalls, like a gorgeously dressed non-mainstream shop. When Roland took out the key to open the door, he saw the stall owner looking at him as if he was an idiot.
He took a deep breath, pushed the door open and went straight to private room 302. As for why there was only one private room in the whole café and the private room on the first floor was called 302, he deliberately ignored it as an insignificant detail.
Due to the endless emergencies in Neverwinter this week, Roland had no time to care about the Dream World. Now that he put his hand on the doorknob, he felt a little nervous, which was rare for him.
As for how the other party could enter the shop before the door was opened, it was not within his consideration at all. The person who could reflect words in a champagne glass must have incredible power. Not to mention sneaking in quietly, even if he suddenly appeared in front of him, he would not be surprised.
Roland took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.
The compartment was empty.
Except for a low table and four chairs, there was nothing else in the small "tofu block". The moment he opened the door, he could see every corner. There was no place to hide.
He could not help but feel a little disappointed. He slowly walked to the table and sat down.
"Did... I guess wrong?"
"Yes, people are not ghosts. How can they teleport here? I should wait a little longer."
But more doubts followed.
"Did the person who wrote the note really know that this cafe, which opened less than a month ago, would come to find me? What if the other party also waited at the agreed place?
Or maybe the note was just a prank, thinking that the Arrival of the Divine Will in the real world had nothing to do with the Dream World.
In the end, he did not have any substantial evidence.
As expected, it was not so easy to know the answer.
Just as Roland got up and was about to leave the private room, a sweet sound of wind chimes rang.
"Ding ding dang dang..."
"Welcome light —" He subconsciously stopped mid-sentence. The God's Punishment Witches did not enter the Dream World with him, and Garcia would not come to his cafe for no reason. There should not be anyone who was willing to drink the expensive coffee now! When Roland came back to his senses, he opened the door and looked into the shop, only to see a slightly familiar figure at the door.
He had seen the person twice.
Once at the newcomer reception in the Prism City.
Once at the Reflection Church in the old Holy City of Hermes.
Roland had only seen her twice, but she had left a deep impression on him.
"I didn't expect you to open your own Rose Café, not to mention in a corner like this. I almost thought you didn't even find the note. "
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