"Here you are. Two bowls of braised beef vermicelli!" The owner brought the vermicelli to the table with a ruddy face and wiped the table with a towel. Apparently, he was very proud of the martialist's visit. After all, Garcia was the star of this apartment.
"Thank you. And one more fried egg." Roland took out two pairs of chopsticks and said, "One for each of us."
"Okay!"
"If I were you, I wouldn't invite a woman to have breakfast here." Garcia rolled her eyes. "No wonder you're still single."
This is slander! If it were not for his sense of responsibility, those God's Punishment Witches would have already —
"Well, Zero has to go to school later. I have to send breakfast back. If it's too far..."
"I know, so don't do it again." Garcia interrupted him. She skillfully opened the disposable chopsticks and stirred the shallots and beef on the vermicelli. Soon, the bowl of vermicelli turned into an attractive reddish brown color. The first bite was slightly cold. Instead of chewing slowly, she directly swallowed the vermicelli like a continuous ribbon, making a slight slurping sound.
Roland's appetite was whetted just by hearing this sound.
"What?" He curled his lips. "Isn't your way of eating very authentic? I thought you weren't used to street snacks. "
"That's your illusion," said Garcia, shrugging her shoulders. "I've been here nearly ten years. Which restaurant haven't I eaten in? It's just that a clean and spacious restaurant is a courtesy, and I don't like to be stared at all the time. "
Roland found that it was true. Not only the other customers in the stall, but also the passersby would look in their direction curiously. After all, Garcia's silver-gray hair and well-proportioned figure were somewhat eye-catching.
"This... is my oversight."
"So hurry up and get down to business." Garcia stared at him. "Why are you so anxious to see me? The Martialist Association won't help you do anything illegal. "
"Why does this girl... look so alert? She just came back from the headquarters yesterday. How could she do anything illegal? Besides, is there anything more illegal than a hunting license? "
Roland hesitated for a moment. "I want to see your master. Can you help me make an appointment?"
"What?" Garcia did not respond immediately.
"Your teacher … Lady Lan." He casually made up an excuse. "I feel very guilty for standing her up last time. I want to apologize to her in person."
Garcia looked at him for a long time as if she didn't know him. Finally, she waved her hand and said, "Oh? Now you know how important it is to get my master's recommendation? But save it, she won't see you again. "
"Maybe Lady Lan doesn't hate me as much as you think?"
"Do you still want to say that she kindly explained a lot of things to you at the newcomer's assembly?" Garcia said disapprovingly. "Don't be delusional. Missed opportunities will not come back. Master will never take care of a person who is not punctual, let alone meet her."
"Let's try calling first," Roland insisted.
"You …" Garcia seemed to notice something. "You don't really want to apologize to her, do you?"
"It would be nice if you could ask me about some martial arts training," he said, putting on a serious face.
The corner of her mouth twitched. She probably wanted him to completely give up on this unrealistic idea, but in the end, she still took out her phone.
"By the way, your master's number is …"
"It's useless to tell you. If you don't have the Association's data card, you can't call the headquarters." Garcia gestured for him to keep quiet. "Hello, it's me …"
The call only lasted for less than three minutes before she hung up.
"I knew it would be like this."
"How did it go?"
"Of course she refused! She even blamed me, "Garcia said grumpily." Your image in her mind is completely ruined. Every time she mentioned you, her voice dropped at least an octave. "
"How could this be?" Roland couldn't help feeling a little puzzled. According to her attitude at the newcomer's assembly, Lan apparently didn't care about him standing her up. Instead, she seemed to think highly of him. He originally thought that Lan's secret language was a way to use the Force of Nature to a high level, so it was not surprising that Garcia didn't know about it. Now it seemed that he really heard it wrong.
At first, he didn't insist on knowing the answer to the riddle, and he even hesitated to enter the Dream World. Now that he had encountered a setback, he didn't want to give up.
"Okay." Roland drank a mouthful of soup. "When can we go to the headquarters again?"
"When you solve the Erosion by yourself and become an official martialist. Right now, you're just a newcomer."
"This condition is surprisingly easy," Roland thought. However, he remained calm and said, "I'll look forward to that day. By the way, do you still remember Ms. Lan's opening speech when we first arrived at the underground world? "
"What's wrong?"
"What did she mean when she said the Battle of Divine Will was not far away?"
"Well …" Garcia said helplessly, "My master liked a book written half a century ago called 'Raison d' Être 'and recommended me to read it. The book made some conjectures about the emergence and evolution of civilization, calling it the choice of God. Of course, this God isn't a personified character, but a kind of rule, or the purpose of the continuation of all things. But these things are too far away and have nothing to do with us. Besides, the book is only circulated in the Martialist Association, so almost no one knows about it. "
Hearing this, Roland's interest was piqued. There was no doubt that this was another book that he had never seen before, which meant it was created by the Dream World itself.
"Can I have a look?"
"The book is in the headquarters. I'll borrow it from the library when I report next month." Garcia looked at him strangely. "If I still remember this."
Seeing that Garcia was getting suspicious, Roland hurriedly finished the noodles and excused himself to leave the shop.
When the Dream World ended the next day, he heaved a sigh of relief.
If he had not been in contact with the Martialist Association, everything in the Dream World would have seemed normal. However, as long as he was in contact with them, strange things would happen one after another.
Although the exploration this time was not very smooth, it was not in vain. Moreover, the long-awaited God's Punishment Witches had once again regained their senses. Seeing their joyful faces, this trip was not in vain.
When Roland was planning to open the Dream World a few more times to speed up the time, Lightning flew into his tent with a swallow-tailed eagle in her arms.
"Your Majesty, there's an urgent secret letter for you," the little girl muttered. "It's from Neverwinter."
"Directly from the Western Region? That's not a short journey. Did something happen in Neverwinter? "
To save messengers' resources, the less urgent messages were sent to the old king's city by ship, and Theo and the others were responsible for forwarding them, such as government reports. The swallow-tailed eagle was the largest of the animal messengers and consumed the most resources. Its advantage was that it was at the top of the food chain and was very safe, but its disadvantage was that it would take up a considerable part of the witches' control. Driving a swallow-tailed eagle was equivalent to driving three gray eagles, which was quite strenuous for Honey.
Roland stroked the listless animal messenger and untied the seal from its feet. The moment he unfolded the letter, he could not help but be stunned.
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