"What will the world look like after liberation?" Roland asked tentatively. "What benefits will you get? Will you break away from the Realm of Mind and become a physical being? "
"To be honest, I don't know," Lan said with a smile. "But it's better than being trapped here forever. At least, the future is full of possibilities. "
Roland stared at her for a while. She looked very natural, as if she had made a very normal choice.
It seemed that it was impossible to find Lan's flaws through conversation. He thought to himself, "Unless I can bring Nightingale into the Dream World." Roland's subsequent inquiries yielded little information. Whenever Lan mentioned God, she would remain silent. She could not help the Battle of Divine Will either.
Furthermore, due to the restrictions of the Dream World, she could only act as a Martial Artist here. Secretly sending messages was already the limit. According to Lan, different areas of the Realm of Mind had different rules, which even God could not change. It was precisely because of this that she was able to catch her breath and secretly search for a savior who could stop the Battle of Divine Will.
But before everything was over, she would not be truly free. The shackles that bound her still existed and could turn her efforts into nothingness at any time.
When he walked Lan to the door, Roland asked one last question.
"By the way, you said you didn't expect me to open a café. Is there really a place called Rose Café in this city?"
"Yes," Lan said with a smile. "It's in the Prism City."
"But I asked Garcia about it —"
"The café is located in the middle of the city. Only the senior members of the Martialist Association can enter it. At that time, I already knew that the Association planned to issue you a hunting license. Once you get it, you can go to the central area. But I didn't expect you to have no interest in the Association at all. You haven't been to the Prism City even after getting the license. " Lan paused for a moment. "By the way, the central shelter that stores the core of the Fallen Evils is located at the bottom of the city. Usually, only the Guardians and above can enter it."
So that's how it is … Roland finally understood why he couldn't find the rendezvous point. It turned out that the Rose Café was a welfare facility for internal personnel, and only the higher-ups could use it.
"And the next meeting--I mean, in what café, if necessary? After all, there are two Roses now. "
"The old place is better." She looked at the towering tube-shaped building and said softly, "Garcia lives in this building, right? It's not a bad idea to come here once in a while. I … might like it here. "
Perhaps? He didn't even know if he liked it or not? Roland raised his eyebrows and did not reply.
After saying goodbye, Lan's figure gradually disappeared into the alley.
Roland leaned against the door of the shop, digesting the huge amount of information he had obtained from this conversation.
Both the Dream World and the real world seemed to have become unprecedentedly clear. Magic power, Divine Will, Realm of Mind, Land of Dawn, Bottomless Abyss … These terms were no longer simple concepts. Through the new information he obtained, they became a whole.
While he was deep in thought, he suddenly felt a strange tremor pass through his body!
Roland suddenly raised his head and found that there was a distorted ripple in front of him, as if a boundless transparent wall was sweeping across the entire street, and after passing him, it rapidly expanded into the distance.
"What's going on?"
He looked at the other people in the community in surprise, but those uncles and aunties did not seem to notice anything different. They were still talking and laughing as they went about their own business.
If he had not had a similar experience, he would have thought that he was hallucinating.
"I can't be wrong." Roland clenched his fists. This was a change that only he could feel, and the fluctuation was similar to the reaction he had when he retrieved the magic creature's core. Although the former made him feel comfortable and warm, the latter made him feel a faint sense of uneasiness.
Could it be that something had impacted the Dream World, resulting in such a phenomenon?
Unfortunately, Lan had already left, and he did not go to the Prism City to get the Association's dedicated mobile phone. Otherwise, he might be able to ask her something.
Roland suppressed his distracting thoughts, locked the door of the café, and returned to the tube-shaped apartment.
He had planned to disconnect from the Dream World and return to reality, but when he pushed open the door of Room 0825, he saw Zero's sneakers at the entrance.
He was surprised. He had talked with Lan for more than an hour, and it was already past school hours. Why was Zero still here?
Looking at the living room, Roland was surprised to see the little girl lying on the ground motionlessly, with two broken cups beside her.
"No way …"
He quickly walked up to her, squatted down, and held her wrist.
Her pulse was still beating.
He looked at her face — Zero's eyes were closed, her eyebrows were slightly knitted, and her cheeks were flushed as if she was suffering from some kind of pain.
Roland tried to touch her forehead and felt a burning sensation in his palm.
"Is she … having a fever?"
Judging from the way she fell, she probably lost her balance while cleaning the coffee table.
"Damn it, she was fine this morning."
Nevertheless, Roland felt much more at ease. It was better to be sick than to be attacked by Fallen Evils. When he saw the little girl fall, he almost thought that God had sent his men to seek revenge.
Without hesitation, Roland picked her up, ran down the building, and got into the van.
The bumpy ride brought Zero back to consciousness a little. She opened her eyes and murmured, "I broke the … cup on the table …"
"I saw it."
"Sorry … I'll … pay for it. Don't drive me … to the countryside."
"Is she … delirious?"
Roland put her in the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt for her. "Shut up. Don't say anything."
Just as he was about to start the car, Zero suddenly reached out her hand and grabbed his sleeve. "Uncle … don't go."
This was the first time the little girl, who had always been angry at him, saw this. Looking at her pleading expression, Roland could not help but think of the words she had written in her diary. Perhaps the high fever had blurred her consciousness and exposed her most vulnerable side. He did not know how her family had treated her in the past. Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh. "Don't worry. I won't let you go before you pay the rent."
Hearing this, Zero slowly closed her eyes, but she still did not let go of his hand.
After being sent to the hospital, there was a long process of registration, diagnosis, hospitalization, and an IV drip. It was already afternoon. Although the little girl's condition was still not clear, her condition had stabilized.
It was not until evening that the attending doctor came to see him.
"Are you really a martialist?"
"Yes. What's wrong?" Roland asked.
"Please don't tease us next time," the doctor said grumpily. "That girl isn't sick at all. She has awakened the Force of Nature. Although it's rare, there are always one or two people who don't feel well. Didn't the Martialist Association tell you this?"
"What?"
"Awakened. Really, if it wasn't for the fact that a martialist in the hospital happened to notice this situation, I would have thought it was some rare disease. "The doctor's tone was full of impatience." You can go through the discharge procedures and bring her home. "
...
After tossing and turning for half a day, Roland returned to the apartment with Zero, who was still asleep.
Looking at the white-haired little girl curled up in his arms, he let out a long sigh... Awakened? He did not expect that as a former Pure Witch, even in this world, she still could not escape the favor of magic power. It could only be said that this was fate. Fortunately, he was watching over her in the Dream World, so she would not repeat the mistakes of her previous life.
At this time, the sky was shrouded in darkness. In the long corridor, there was only a row of old chandeliers giving off a dim yellow light and the occasional flying insects bumping into the light. When he got closer to 0825, he unexpectedly saw another familiar figure — Garcia. The other party was leaning against the door of his house, sitting in the corridor in a daze.
What's going on today? One after another, she came looking for trouble. She told Nightingale that she would only sleep for a short while, and now it was probably almost dinner time.
"Hey." Roland squatted in front of her. "Why are you in the mood to wait for me here? Did you lose your key and want to spend the night in my house? "
Garcia didn't sneer right away, which made him feel that something was wrong.
When she raised her head, Roland suddenly did not say a word.
He saw that her face was covered in tears.
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