The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the living room, he opened his eyes.
The table fan had been blowing hot air all night, and the cicadas were chirping outside the window.
"Well, now I can confirm that sleeping in the Dream World will not bring me back to reality," Roland thought, and it can also help me rest.
"Although it sounds a little strange, but... whatever, as long as it works."
He yawned and got up from the sofa. When he was about to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, Zero's scream suddenly came from the bedroom.
Then she appeared at the door with a flushed face, pointed at Roland, and stammered, "Yesterday I... you..."
"I slept on the sofa last night." Roland shrugged. "Come on, you were sweaty and didn't take a shower. I won't sleep with you."
The little girl picked up her collar and smelled it. Her face became even redder, and compared with her snow-white hair, it was no different from a ripe apple. She hurriedly ran back to her bedroom and fiddled with it for a while, and then rushed into the bathroom with a change of clothes.
Soon, the sound of a shower came from inside.
When she came out, Roland had already made breakfast.
Compared with the usual monotonous fried eggs and fried fritters, this time the breakfast was much more sumptuous — fried bacon, salt and pepper egg, grilled dried fish, and a plate of fresh grapes.
Of course, all the raw materials came from the Holy City behind the iron gate.
"You bought meat?" Zero asked in surprise with a wet headscarf wrapped around her. Roland could see her Adam's apple moving slightly, and it was obvious that she was swallowing.
"Yes, I bought a lot and put them in the fridge." Roland handed her a pair of chopsticks. "I found a new job."
"Really?" Her voice suddenly became excited, as if she had forgotten what had just happened.
"Yes, I'll get my salary soon," Roland said with a smile. "I bought these to celebrate."
The little girl breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you finally broke the bottom line and did something irrevocable."
"What do you mean irrevocable?" He secretly cursed. Could it be that this fellow thought that he would steal or rob? Uh... it seems that robbery in the Dream World is not a big deal. "
"So you also got a heatstroke yesterday because you were out in the sun while looking for a job?"
"Probably …" He threw a grape into his mouth. "Anyway, we don't have to worry about money anymore."
"So fragile." Zero curled her lips. "When will you stop making people worry so much, Uncle?"
Roland almost choked on his grapes. "You make it sound like you're always worried about me."
"Uh..." This time it was Zero's turn to be speechless. After a while, she glared at him and said, "The breakfast you made is really a waste of ingredients. You obviously didn't salt the bacon, but you added one more!"
This guy really knows how to change the topic. Roland picked up a piece of bacon and put it into his mouth. "I think it's not bad. It's just that there are some parts that aren't fried."
"Let me do it in the future, really," Zero said as she quickly swept the food on the plate. She then picked up her schoolbag and walked out of the door. "Leave the plates here. I'll wash them with dinner when I come back."
"Wait," Roland stopped her. "Do you know where there's a secondhand bookstore nearby?"
...
This time, it took him three days to get out of the Dream World. When he woke up, the sun in Neverwinter had already risen in the middle of the sky.
It seemed that the flow of time in the Dream World was about 1: 8. In other words, one night in the real world was equivalent to two days in the Dream World. If he included the time he spent in bed, he would not be noticed even if he stayed in bed for three days.
The first thing Roland did when he got up was to find a Golden Dragon. He then put it in his hand and squeezed it hard —
The Golden Dragon did not move at all, but his fingers were hurting from the squeezing.
It seemed that the inexplicable power would only appear in the Dream World. He sighed and put the Golden Dragon back in its original position. He put on his coat and sat in front of the desk.
Roland planned to copy down the key knowledge he had reviewed while his memory was still clear, including the missing parts of various basic subjects and the detailed design drawings of some large-scale industrial equipment.
In the past three days, he had not been idle at all. Selling the stolen goods went smoothly. He first found a local second-hand goods forum and posted the pictures of the armors on the Internet, claiming that he had a batch of imitation medieval handicrafts for sale at a low price. Because of the excellent workmanship and the extremely low price, buyers soon came to him.
In the end, all the armors were sold at the price of 500 coins per set, and the crossbow and dagger were sold at a cabbage price of 100 coins per set. Anyway, it was a business with no capital, so Roland did not feel sad at all. However, the Golden Dragon was much more difficult to sell than he had imagined. Even if he squeezed all of them into a round pancake, the bank would not accept gold goods sold illegally, regardless of whether they were gold bars or gold jewelry.
The gold shop was also rejected. Several gold shops nearby only took back the jewelry sold in the shop and had to pay a handling fee. However, a salesman gave him an address, saying that there was an old pawnshop there that could take back gold goods of unknown origin, but the price was only half of the market price. Thinking that there were only about ten Golden Dragon pieces in total, and the quality was far from pure gold, Roland simply threw them all into the closet.
If he had the time, he might as well move a few more sets of armors.
As for the three dazzling gems, Roland did not know who to sell them to, so he had to leave it unsettled in the end.
With the remaining money, he immediately swept through the second-hand bookstore near the apartment building and bought all the textbooks he had read. As for those he had not read, they only had a cover, and the pages were all blank. Obviously, the Dream World was not beyond the scope of his consciousness, so it was impossible for Anna to dominate all fields for the time being.
Fortunately, he had a wide range of hobbies. He had browsed a lot of miscellaneous useless knowledge on the Internet, and he could find detailed answers even if he had only seen some drawings on the Internet.
In addition to these necessities that could quickly improve the technological level of Neverwinter, Roland also bought two new clothes for Zero and a set of winter camping equipment for himself, spending all the money he had earned.
He could still remember the shock and disbelief on the little girl's face when she received the new clothes. She had refused several times before accepting them, completely lacking the carefree attitude that a child of her age should have. When he asked her curiously, he found out that it was the first time she had received a gift. It was already good enough that they did not beat her at home.
As the creator of the Dream World, Roland inexplicably felt a little guilty.
He was busy until noon when Nightingale quietly appeared in the room.
"You didn't go down for breakfast?"
"Yes," Roland replied without raising his head. "Please bring me a lunch. I'll eat in my bedroom."
"This is the result of your morning?" Nightingale weighed the stack of papers on the table in surprise. "How did you suddenly come up with so many ideas?"
"They originally existed in my mind, but I just forgot about them for a while." Roland exercised his wrist. "Have a look. What do you think?"
"A mathematical model that describes... the electromagnetic field in... a certain volume... in the form of integral?" Nightingale put her hand on her forehead. "Your Majesty, I'm a little dizzy. I'll bring you lunch first."
Roland could not help but smile. "Go ahead."
"By the way, aren't you going to the office today?" She turned around and asked when she reached the door.
"What's wrong?"
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