Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Scroll took a quarter of an hour longer than before to calm herself down and capture the faintly discernible magical fluctuations in her mind.
When she opened her eyes again, she was already in the narrow "Archives."
Phyllis then appeared beside her — in the appearance of a young witch. Hundreds of years had not left any trace on her. Although Phyllis had lived far longer than Scroll, at this moment, Scroll was like an elder to her.
"What should we do next?" Scroll asked.
"Leave it to me." Phyllis smiled confidently, then opened the iron door and walked out of the room.
Scroll hurriedly followed her.
The bustling and bustling grand city once again appeared in front of her eyes.
Phyllis looked around and quickly locked her eyes on a young man who was walking toward her. She pulled Scroll's hand and directly stopped in front of the man.
"Hello."
Hearing the greeting, the man stopped and looked away from a small box in his hand. He raised his head with a slightly puzzled expression. But the moment their eyes met, the man's eyes revealed an obvious look of surprise. "Uh … that, what's the matter?"
"I'm sorry, I lost my phone and can't contact my friend. Can you —"
"I understand. Is a hundred dollars enough?" The man quickly took out his wallet from his pocket and handed her a red note. At the same time, there was a hint of regret in his voice. "So be it if you're cheated … But looking at your attire, the person who organized this must have put in a lot of money."
Phyllis's smile suddenly stiffened. "No, I just want to borrow your phone to make a call."
The man was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had said the wrong thing. He awkwardly handed over the small box in his hand and apologized to the two.
Phyllis shrugged and pressed a series of numbers.
At this moment, Scroll still had not figured out the situation and did not know what to say. She could only pretend to be calm and stand where she was, but her heart was particularly nervous. This place was really too different from the world she was familiar with. A strong sense of strangeness was everywhere, like a wall that pressed down on her and made it hard for her to breathe. Many people around them had already noticed the two of them and swept their undisguised gazes in their direction. Among them, there was no lack of malicious intent — this reminded her of the exposed sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association.
"Don't worry, all they can do is watch." Phyllis seemed to have sensed her uneasiness. She tilted her head and comforted her. "As long as you stare back, they will retreat faster than anyone else."
At that moment, a beep came from the small box.
"Hello, is that Phyllis?"
It was the voice of His Majesty.
In an instant, Scroll felt relieved.
This was indeed the Dream World, and His Majesty was not far from her.
The sense of unfamiliarity was still there, but it wasn't as oppressive as before. Even the naked gazes that were cast at him were no longer as awkward and uncomfortable as before.
Scroll took a deep breath and followed her gaze. Just as Phyllis had said, everyone avoided eye contact with her and turned their heads away guiltily.
The crowd on the street seemed to move again.
"It's me. Lady Scrolls is right beside me. The address here was … Yes, that was what the map showed. Was it only two kilometers away from the apartment complex? That's great. Yes, I'll wait for you here, Your Majesty — brother. "After ending the call, Phyllis threw the small box to the young man." Thanks. "
"No, you're welcome." The young man hesitated for a while and then said hesitantly, "Um, can we add each other as friends?"
Phyllis casually told him a string of numbers.
The young man recorded it down as if he had found a treasure, and then happily said goodbye to the two.
"The small box you borrowed just now, is it the wireless telephone that His Majesty always wants to communicate across thousands of miles?" Scroll asked.
"Yes, the level of technology in this world has already popularized wireless telephones in everyone's hands. Not only can they make calls, but they can also locate directions and search for information. Without it, it's almost impossible to go anywhere." Phyllis explained, "Because of this, as long as you remember the number, you can contact the other person at any time. If you meet someone you don't want to talk to, you can directly refuse or give them a random number. "
"I see." Scroll suddenly understood. No wonder His Majesty said that if the two of them were really in the same world, they would soon meet again.
"You, on the other hand, have adapted much faster than I expected. You're worthy of being a mentor of the Witch Union." Phyllis smiled.
Scroll gently shook her head and did not answer.
She knew where her courage came from.
He was already a king, but he still didn't make any progress — probably only His Majesty would say that the king should protect his subordinates, right? Really, how long will it take for him to become a qualified king?
Scroll also felt the same. From the moment the Witch Cooperation Association was sheltered, she should have stood in front of the king. But until now, she was still under his protection, which was really not a qualified performance.
But … if everyone was like this, it didn't feel bad.
In that case, let's keep the status quo for a while longer.
"Hey, hey, look at those two."
"That's a medieval robe. Are they playing cospy?"
"Speaking of which, the two of them are really beautiful!"
"They don't look much worse than celebrities …"
Whispers could be heard from time to time, but Scroll no longer felt uneasy.
About ten minutes later, a round car stopped in front of the two of them.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." His Majesty poked his head out from the driver's seat.
"Get in." Phyllis opened the door and pulled Scroll into the car.
Then, under the incredulous gaze of the onlookers, they swaggered off and disappeared into the traffic on the main road.
"We're really lucky." Ling, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said, "If the connection point between Her Excellency Scroll's domain and the apartment are only two blocks away, Faldi's flying insects can monitor this area 24 hours a day."
Faldi nodded. "This area has been cleaned up before, and there are no signs of new Fallen Evils. Safety should be guaranteed."
"That's good." Roland smiled. "So, as the first witch to enter the Dream World on her own, how do you feel now, Scroll?"
"Is this the car of the Dream World?" Scroll touched the chair behind her and knocked on the window. "The seat is even softer than a sofa, and it's so quiet and fast. It's so much better than a steam-powered truck … It would be great if we could also build such a high-end vehicle."
For some reason, she suddenly felt that Roland's smile was a little stiff, and the other three God's Punishment Witches also pursed their lips, as if they were enduring something.
"That … did I say something wrong?"
"No, ahem … this day will come sooner or later." Roland cleared his throat.
"By the way, Your Majesty, where are we going?" Scroll looked at the changing scenery outside the window and said, "Aren't you going to test the Realm of Consciousness?"
"We can talk about that later. Haven't you noticed that the two of you are too eye-catching in your current clothes?" Roland said without turning his head. "Phyllis's clothes are in the car. You can change them later, but there's nothing suitable for you at the moment. Therefore, the most important task today is naturally to change your traveling clothes! "
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