Release that Witch - Chapter 1254

[Chapter 1222 The Covenant of Divine Will]

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty… Your Majesty?” Dispersed Star’s voice pulled Roland back from his daze.

“Uh…” He rubbed his tingling forehead, “Only astrologers know about these things?”

“All the observations were made by people with star names. The apprentices and the students from the School of Arithmetic… didn’t know about it.” The old scholar knelt down again.

So that’s the case, Roland thought to himself, no wonder the astrologers outside all looked like they were confessing their last words the moment they entered the door.

If you can think of the rift in your heart, you can naturally think of the possibility that the lord will kill all those who accidentally know the truth in order to maintain the status quo.

After all, in the past, only the heirs of the royal family were qualified to know about the real purpose of the formation of the astrology association and the rumors about the World Extinct Star.

As expected of a group of people who have lived in the royal capital for a long time and are very familiar with court politics, Roland doesn’t know whether to blame them for being persecuted too deeply, or to appreciate their loyalty in reporting truthfully even though they know the possible consequences.

He shook his head helplessly, “You guys are doing a good job. Don’t reveal this conclusion for now, just keep busy with your work—I’m not talking about stargazing, but the School of Arithmetic. Compared with studying things that don’t exist, solving Neverwinter The existing troubles in the city are more important.”

After speaking, he didn’t stay any longer, turned around and pushed open the door and walked out of the attic, leaving only the old scholar who hadn’t reacted in place stunned.

“Go back to the castle.” Roland ordered in a deep voice.

Compared with his eagerness, he was even a little faster when he went back, almost close to a trot.

“Do you think what the astrologer said is true?” Nightingale who had been by her side couldn’t help showing her figure and asked.

“I don’t know…it’s just a sudden thought,” Roland said in a low voice. “It’s not a red moon but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Maybe it’s something else…”

“Something else?”

“For example, a hole.”

Because of his preconceived ideas, he has never thought deeply about the red moon, and the huge size is only because of the close distance. For example, looking at Jupiter from Io, the latter can occupy almost two-thirds of the sky.

But thinking about it now, the ancients called it the moon just because it happened to be round, and the light was not dazzling.

If it is an erosion, it can also be square or polygonal.

Nightingale’s tone was full of confusion, “You mean, is our sky cracked?”

“It could be worse than that, but I’ll have to check first.”

“How to confirm?”

Roland glanced at her, “Dream.”

…

Although it was still early, it did not prevent him from entering the dream world, and this time he did not notify any of the God’s Punishment Witches, and only let Nightingale stay by his side.

“The day when God’s will appears in the world, the time of meeting and appointment.”

Roland has been looking for what the divine will refers to, and it wasn’t until this moment that he realized that maybe the other party was not referring to what happened in the dream, but the time in the real world.

If this is the case, it means that the person who left the note not only knows the essence of the dream, but even knows that there is a real world outside of it, and can accurately perceive its changes-this sounds incredible, but when dispersed The moment the star scholar said “the red moon does not exist”, the confusion and suspicion that had been lingering in his mind before were instantly pierced together by a flash of lightning.

Whether it was the “Battle of God’s Will” heard in Prism City, or the unsigned book of dreams, they were probably leading him in this direction.

“Uncle, what’s for breakfast…” Pushing open the bedroom door, Zero was standing in front of the sink, asking vaguely with a toothbrush in her mouth.

“Don’t eat, just prepare your own!” Roland shouted without looking back.

He casually put a coat on the sofa over his body, before he even had time to put on his shoes, he stepped on two mop boards and went out the door.

At this time, the streets and alleys are full of people coming and going, and the fried dough sticks stalls and steamed stuffed bun shops are surrounded by students and office workers. The sound of deep frying and yelling are intertwined, forming the noisy and short-lived prosperity of Tongzi District.

The only exception is Rose Cafe.

From the signboard to the facade, it looks out of place with the surrounding pavements, as if it is a non-mainstream with beautiful branches.

When Roland took out the key to open the store door, he caught the idiot-like eyes of the opposite stall owner.

He took a deep breath, pushed the door in, and went straight to private room 302—as for why there is only one private room in the entire store, and why the private room is called 302 on the first floor, he deliberately ignored it as an insignificant detail .

Due to the endless emergencies in Neverwinter this week, Roland had no time to care about the dream world. Now that he put his hand on the doorknob, he actually felt a little nervous.

As for the question of how the other party can come in before the store is opened, it is not within his consideration at all.

To be able to reflect words in a champagne glass must have incredible power, not to mention sneaking in quietly, even if you suddenly appear in front of him with a swipe, there is nothing to be surprised about.

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Roland took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

The compartment was empty.

Except for a low table and four chairs, there is no extra decoration in the small “tofu block”. You can see every corner the moment you open the door, and there is no hiding place.

He couldn’t help feeling a sense of loss, and walked slowly to the table and sat down.

Could it be… Did I guess wrong?

Also, people are not ghosts, how could they move here in an instant, or just wait.

But more doubts followed.

Can the person who wrote the note really know about this cafe that has been open for less than a month and come to him?

What if the other party is also waiting stupidly at the agreed place?

Or maybe the note is just a prank, thinking that the divine spirit in the real world has nothing to do with the dream, but it can actually be justified.

After all, he didn’t have any substantive evidence.

Sure enough, this matter will not be so easy to know the answer to.

Just as Roland got up and was about to leave the private room, a pleasant wind chime rang.

“Ding Ding Dang Dang…”

“Welcome light—” He subconsciously said halfway and suddenly froze. The God’s Punishment Witch didn’t even enter the dreamland with him. There should be none!

Roland, who came back to his senses, opened the door and looked into the store, only to see a slightly familiar figure appearing at the door of the store.

He met each other twice.

Once at a reception for newcomers in Prism City.

Once in the Church of Reflection in the Old Sanctuary of Hermes.

There were only two sides, but Roland remembered that face deeply.

“I didn’t expect you to open a Rose Cafe by yourself, and it’s still in such a corner. I almost thought that you didn’t find that note at all.”

Lan said.

[End of this Chapter]