Roland was surprised to see Lan, but he also felt that it was only natural. "Who are you?"
"A trapped person looking for help," Lan said as she looked around. Lan looked around. "I know you have a lot to ask me. We can sit down and talk. Let's choose this seat by the window."
"You don't need to go to Room 302?" He watched as the man chose a seat close to the street and sat down.
"We agreed on a place to avoid being noticed. Since there's no one else here, we can sit anywhere," Lan said casually. "By the way, since we're in a cafe, can you get me an iced dessert?"
"I thought that the secret discussion would be about a shocking secret that would make one's nerves tense, and that the slightest leak would bring about a great disaster."
"The value of a secret depends on the person who hears it. Besides, staying underground all day and keeping an eye on the Erosion, I'm nervous enough. It's not easy to come out, so I want to relax, "Lan said slowly." A cup of iced dessert, thank you. "
Roland stared at her for a while and said grumpily, "I only have instant ones."
"That's okay."
"Damn it. She's in my territory, but she seems to be the host …" Roland thought. He poured the coffee and milk from the fridge into a cup, added two ice cubes, and brought it to Lan. His eyes never left Lan during the whole process.
"Don't worry, I won't disappear." Lan shrugged.
"That's hard to say," Roland said without blinking. "I've asked Garcia to contact you, and I've been to the Prism City twice, but at that time, you seemed to have disappeared. Since you left a note, why didn't you talk to me directly? "
This time, Lan was silent for a long time and then sighed. "Because it wasn't the right time, child."
"It wasn't the right time?" Roland paused and said, "You mean, it's more believable for me to find out that the Bloody Moon is actually the Erosion than for you to tell me?"
"Your reaction is very fast, which makes me look forward to you a little more."
"Looking forward to helping you?" Roland could not help but snort. "You don't look like someone who needs help at all."
"Then what kind of performance do you think will make you believe me? Impatiently begging? Hug your thighs and cry? Or promise a bunch of generous rewards? " Lan shook her head. "No, even if I did that, you wouldn't believe me easily. That would only make things worse."
If you don't do it, how will you know the result? Roland wanted to reply half-jokingly, but he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. She was not a peer like Garcia. She was the Chief Disciple of the Martialist Association, Garcia's master, and Roland's senior. If she counted the Sigil of Recording she saw in the Reflection Church, then she was probably seven or eight hundred years old. Looking at this character who seemed to have walked out of history, he found that he could not help but restrain himself.
"Alright..." Roland sat down opposite Lan and tried to sort out all the questions in his head. "Were you a member of the Union?" he asked.
"I have nothing to do with your world." Lan replied, "I was born here, so I will sleep here, even though it will be an extremely long process."
"But I've seen your portrait in the Reflection Church..."
"It's not strange to have similar appearances," she interrupted. "Not to mention that it's recorded in history, so it doesn't have much value as a reference."
"That's too much of a coincidence." Roland frowned.
"If you look at the timeline long enough, you'll find that any coincidence is nothing more than that. Instead of worrying about the past, it's better to focus on the present. "
Lan might not know anything, or she might be deliberately hiding it. However, Roland knew that without Nightingale's help, he would not be able to tell the truth from a few sentences. Since Lan had answered in this way, there was no point in dwelling on it. It was better to ask other questions.
"So... what is magic power?"
Lan raised the corner of her mouth. "You should have guessed it — it's nothing. All existing systems can't explain it because it doesn't belong to this world, just like low-dimensional creatures can't understand high-dimensional structures. The only thing we know is that we can use it, so you can also use a common term to describe it: the power obtained by chance. "
"Sure enough... it's the same as the Force of Nature." Roland thought to himself, "No, that's not right. It's not that magic power is the same as the Force of Nature, but that they're the same thing." The Dream World had become what it was in order to explain what magic power was from another perspective. "So the explanation you gave at the freshmen welcoming party in the Prism City... and the speculation in the book 'Raison d' Être '... are they all true?"
One was the origin and nature of the Erosion, and the other was the inference about the Battle of Divine Will. These were the two questions he wanted to find out the most.
"Not exactly, but you can think of it that way," Lan answered in a surprisingly straightforward manner.
"I want to know the exact way."
"That's beyond your ability to understand, and you can't express it in your language system." Lan took a sip of coffee. "Besides, all my actions are monitored by 'God'. Once I reveal any information that might endanger God, both worlds will be destroyed. Therefore, please remember one thing. Only what you personally comprehend is the true answer. "
Roland could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth. "Isn't this equivalent to saying that even if I lie, it's for your own good?"
"It has the ability to destroy the world?"
"That's why I used 'God' to refer to it. After all, it's the most likely image in your mind to have this ability."
"What's God's purpose?"
"To continue the Battle of Divine Will."
"Then what's your relationship with God?"
This time, Lan did not answer immediately. Instead, she hesitated and said, "I'm the one who betrayed God."
"Betrayed?"
"Yes, this kind of reincarnation will never end. I don't want to be trapped in this place forever. Also, reincarnation means loss. One day, God will also collapse. When that time comes, no matter which world it is, it will become dead silent. "
Roland looked at her for a while. "So your purpose is..."
"I need your help, child." Lan did not avoid his eyes. "I need you to stop the Battle of Divine Will and stop it completely."
"You mean, win the war?"
"No, that's just starting a new reincarnation." Lan shook her head. "If you want to stop all this, you must replace God!"
Roland could not help but be stunned. This answer... was really sensational.
He took a breath and said, "Sorry, please forgive me for refusing."
"Why?" Lan was puzzled. Her expression also changed a little from before.
"I can't verify what you've told me. Moreover, even you admitted that in order to avoid God's surveillance, you can only use ambiguous answers. Sometimes, it only takes one word to mislead. This means that I may have been deceived by you and am counting money for you. After all, you said you betrayed God. Isn't it easier to betray me? " Roland spread out his hands. "I'm not good at pulling chestnuts out of the fire. So, you'd better find someone else to replace God."
"If you can do this —"
"Stop." Roland stretched out his hand. "Didn't you say you wouldn't promise a lot of rewards? You just said that this would only make things worse. "
This time, Lan stared at him for a full ten minutes. "No... I changed my mind."
"That's not very useful." Roland got up and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Empty rewards are like hanging a carrot in front of a donkey. It looks good, but it's meaningless if you can't eat it."
"You should at least hear me out."
"I said —"
"You can let Ashes return to the world."
"Bang — bang!"
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