After driving off the ring road for about 20 minutes, the GPS showed that they had arrived at the destination.
Roland looked around, only to find that there was not a single building nearby that could be compared to a hospital. Instead, he saw a few gorgeous new buildings that were comparable to art galleries.
"This is the place." Garcia nodded.
"Are you sure?" Roland drove the car to the entrance doubtfully and noticed the words "Rhine Green Field Sanatorium" hanging on the wall.
"Of course, because every newcomer I brought here basically had the same reaction as you."
A few burly men in suits and sunglasses quickly walked out from behind the gate, surrounding the car on both sides. One of them knocked on the window glass and said, "Sorry, this is private property. No parking service is provided here."
Roland could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth. "Hey, hey... why is this treatment again? Did I say I was here to park the car? Can't I visit patients with a van?"
Roland was about to take out his hunting license and slap it on the man's face, but Garcia rolled down the window and handed him a card. "I just bought the car, so the license plate hasn't been recorded yet. Please register it."
The man was obviously stunned. After taking the card, he looked at the car for a while longer and then turned back to the monitoring room. When he came out again, his attitude was completely different. "I'm sorry, Miss Garcia. This isn't the car you registered before, so we..."
"Isn't it normal to change cars?" Garcia calmly interrupted the other party's words.
"That's... true." The man looked at Roland and asked, "May I ask who this is..."
"My driver."
The atmosphere became a little stiff for a moment. In the end, the leader reacted first and said, "I see. I'll register the new license plate for you now."
Soon, the gate opened, and Roland released the clutch. The van slowly drove into the sanatorium's main entrance amidst the puffing sounds of exhaust.
Through the rearview mirror, he could roughly guess how those people were feeling.
Garcia was probably the most down-and-out martialist they had ever seen. She could only exchange for a van, yet she insisted on hiring a chauffeur …
"Well, I thought you wouldn't lie."
"That's because you don't know me," said Garcia, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm not as rigid as you think I am. Besides, you're a member of the association. It's just that your identity card hasn't been issued yet. "
"Can't I get my hunting license?"
"Except for a few people, the specific owners of the license have always been a secret of the Association. This is completely different from star martial artists." "Although it represents the affirmation and trust of the Association, it will also increase the risk of being sniped. In the history of the Association, there have been several cases of Fallen Evils besieging and killing martialists, and the latter were basically hunters who exposed their identities. "
In other words, as long as I reveal my identity, the Fallen Evils will send me the Natural Cores?
However, considering the safety of Zero and the other people in the apartment, Roland finally gave up the idea.
After the meeting with Lan, he could no longer simply treat the people in the Dream World as illusory NPCs.
After entering the sanatorium, Roland found that it was a completely different world. Not only was the sanatorium spacious, but there were also bridges, gardens, grasslands, and even road signs such as hot springs, swimming pools, and golf courses. It was not inferior to some high-end scenic spots.
Sure enough, poverty had limited his imagination.
Even though he had become the King of Graycastle, he had never imagined that a hospital could be built like this.
The inpatient building was located in the center of the sanatorium. Judging from the silver glass walls, it was no exaggeration to say that it was a five-star hotel.
The two of them walked into the hall, and a man as strong as a mountain quickly came to greet them. He was about forty years old, and his skin was bronze. The bulging muscles on his body stretched his martial arts robe high, and the Force of Nature on his body was also very obvious. Roland could feel the pressure from more than ten meters away.
"He's my master's master," Garcia said in a low voice, and then slightly bowed to the man. "Your Excellency …"
"I'm sorry about Lan." Rock squatted down, held her shoulders with both hands, and said in a low voice, "I failed to protect her."
At the mention of Lan, Garcia looked a little sad. She shook her head and said, "It's not your fault … When she was still alive, she often said that martialists would one day sacrifice their lives to fight against the Erosion. If you're afraid, you're not qualified to be a member of the Association."
"She taught a good disciple." Rock sighed. "Don't worry, I'll definitely make those invaders pay."
"I'm also willing to do my part to expel the Erosion."
Rock nodded approvingly, stood up, and looked at Roland. "You must be the expert in hunting Fallen Evils, Mr. Roland. Nice to meet you. I'm one of the four Guardians of the Prism City, Rock. "
"Nice to meet you." Roland took the initiative to shake hands with him.
"It's all thanks to your activity that the conflict between the new and the old factions was resolved. I have to thank you for this," Rock said straightforwardly. "From now on, please continue to protect this world."
"It's my duty," Roland replied resolutely.
How dare they try to steal from my Dream World? How can I not get rid of them completely?
His words cheered Garcia up a lot, and she felt that the person she had brought with her was finally on the right track.
At three o 'clock, the visit officially began. There were about twenty people in the group, led by Rock. Obviously, the Prism City did not send out all the higher-ups, but instead selected a few representative figures, such as the celebrity martialist Fei Yuhan.
To be honest, when Roland saw her, he felt a little guilty. After all, during the previous joint operation, not only did he get Ling to knock out all the survivors, but he also accidentally let Fei Yuhan hear some clues. He was originally prepared to deny it, but he did not expect her to not raise any objections. However, he definitely did not think that she had forgotten about it.
Thus, on the way to the visit, Roland tried his best to keep a distance from Fei Yuhan, and did not speak if he could. Fortunately, she was quite popular, and no matter which room she went to, she was the center of attention, so she did not have the time to confront him.
Shaking hands with the injured and giving a few words of encouragement was pretty much the entire process. As Garcia was not in the group, and he was a newcomer to the Association, he did not know any of the higher-ups. Thus, rather than calling the visit, it was more like following the Defender to familiarize himself. Perhaps this was also the reason why the other party asked him to come.
"The injured person in the next room is called Valkries." The doctor glanced at the name list. "She was seriously injured and should have been given a good rest. But since you're here, go in and take a look. If possible, please keep quiet. "
"Of course, the recovery of the Association members is the most important." Rock nodded and pushed open the door.
The wards in the building were all single rooms, and the area was even larger than the apartments in the tube-shaped apartment. It could easily fit more than twenty people. As usual, Roland walked at the back of the group, and only stepped forward when it was his turn to shake hands.
But when he looked at the other person in the crowd, he could not help but be shocked.
That face was extremely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before — slender eyebrows, a pair of cold eyes, a high nose bridge, and perfectly shaped lips. It could definitely be said to be incomparably exquisite. Even if it was placed on the azure skin, it would not be inferior, or rather, it was even more special.
He was stunned for a while before he searched his mind for the source of this familiar feeling.
It was the memory fragment he saw in the tube-shaped apartment building.
It was a promotion ceremony held in the City of Demons, and the host of it was Valkries!
Roland almost thought that the Senior Demon had also broken through the barrier of the Dream World and "invaded" this place from the Fragment World behind the door.
But when he suppressed his shock and carefully sized up the other party, he realized that the two of them were not exactly the same.
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