Chapter 909: The Confusion of Dreams (Part 1)

"Your Majesty Roland...Roland?"

The voice seemed to come from far away, soft and soft.

It wasn't until Roland felt a little itching in his ears that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"You're distracted again." Nightingale leaned down in front of the long table, facing his eyes, with one hand supporting her slightly tilted chin, and the other shaking her white index finger. Apparently she was poking his ear with this finger just now.

"Uh...really?" Roland cleared his throat, pretending to look at the seized statistics report, "Probably because today's weather is particularly suitable for taking a nap."

"But it's not the first day I've been in a daze." Nightingale flashed back to the recliner beside the tent, "It's been like this since I came back from the Reflection Church last time. Did something happen?"

Roland subconsciously wanted to veto it, but the words stopped when he reached his mouth. Lies were ineffective against Nightingale, and he couldn't deceive himself—even after almost a week passed, he still couldn't figure it out.

"I did find some problems... It's just that it's too weird, and I don't know how to explain it."

"If it's hard to tell, you don't need to tell me." Nightingale held her head and looked up at the sky. "My brain is not as useful as yours anyway. Even if I say it, it will not help you. If it is Anna, it should be able to help." -"

"I didn't tell her either." Roland smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Eh...is that so?" Nightingale immediately turned over from the couch, "Why?"

"Because the weirdness of this matter is beyond my comprehension," he said bluntly, "but it doesn't affect anything. In other words, it's just my personal troubles. Tell her that there is nothing wrong with it other than increasing troubles." What's the point?"

"I see." Nightingale blinked her eyes, showing a look of sudden realization, but Roland knew that she didn't understand at all, it was just that she didn't understand it.

"So don't tell her that I'm always in a daze," he urged, "No one can solve these problems except myself."

"Hey, of course!" For some reason, Nightingale suddenly became happy. She patted her chest first, then took out a piece of dried grilled fish from her bag and threw it into her mouth, looking satisfied.

After stabilizing the opponent, Roland sighed secretly. Although his eyes were looking at the statistics table, he couldn't see anything in it. The scene in the church room was always floating in his mind.

Why would a fictional character appear in the early days of the federation? Even judging from the portrait, she existed earlier.

Afterwards, Roland asked Isabella, Agatha, and Phyllis, but the answers he got were all yes—that period of history was too far away for Taquila, and no one could tell the background painting at the oath meeting What kind of person it is, we can only infer that she was once famous.

He always thought that there were two types of people in the dream world, one was the defeated who were swallowed by Zero, they were bound in the soul building, and they were still inextricably linked with this world. The most obvious feature is that they have almost the same appearance, and the memory fragments in the residence.

The other is the imaginary, they come from the dream background, some are extracted from his brain, and some are fabricated by the world itself.

But now his cognition has been shaken.

According to Isabella, Zero's life expectancy is roughly between 200 and 250 years old, and there are corresponding records of her service to the Pope, so there shouldn't be any mistakes in this point. So here comes the question, what do you think of this "never aging" --0---0---small--say---this is a gorgeous dividing line-let go of that witch 00 novels Netizens please remind: Please pay attention to rest your eyes when reading for a long time. Recommended reading for 00 novels: Evolution Frenzy-0--0---Small--Say---This is a gorgeous dividing line---Even the pure cannot devour a character who was eight hundred years ago——Her age is about It may be amazing to ordinary people, but it is nothing in the long river of history.

After all, she is still a person born in the church era. If she simply compares her seniority, Agatha and others are enough to be her grandmothers.

So is the person in the painting running into the dream world by himself?

The idea is even more incredible.

How can an ancient person survive in modern society and pretend to be flawless? Besides, before the dream appeared, where was her soul stored?

In addition, the appearance of "Lan" can also refute this guess.

She can be said to have an extraordinary temperament, but she is definitely not comparable to her beauty. This shows that she is not a witch—without the strange ability, no matter how outstanding a person was during his lifetime, he would only turn into a handful of dust after a hundred years of death .

Putting aside the above two ideas, the most reasonable explanation is the most unremarkable one, that is, the two just bumped into each other, and everything is purely coincidental.

Adopting this idea can save him a lot of trouble, but Roland still has difficulty convincing himself—is this really a pure coincidence?

If you want to find the answer further, I'm afraid you have to find her herself.

Thinking of the increasingly unpredictable dream world, Roland would feel a trace of unconscious resistance, but being troubled by unknown secrets also felt uncomfortable.

The lesser of two evils, after hesitating for nearly a week, Roland finally made up his mind.

Of course, what helped him make up his mind was the Taquila God Punishment Witch who begged in every possible way, and the relatively free waiting time after visiting the Holy City of Hermes.

...

The process of entering the dreamland was still very familiar. When he opened his eyes, the date was still fixed at the time when he left last time—although there had been more than a month between the two times, the surrounding scene had not changed at all. A group photo of trainee Zhang, as if he had just returned from the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association.

Roland took out his phone, turned to Garcia's number, and pressed the dial button.

The phone was connected quickly, and there was an even panting voice from the receiver, "Hello?"

He glanced out of the window, only then did the sky turn pale, "Are you exercising in the morning?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you know it." Garcia's tone was still so disgusting, but compared to before, at least she didn't feel the coldness of being thousands of miles away. "What's the matter?"

"Well, I have a question I want to talk to you about. How about now? I'll come to you right away and treat you to breakfast by the way."

"In such a hurry?" The other party was silent for a moment, "Then come down, I'm in this alley in front of Tongzilou."

"Wait for me." Roland hung up the phone, got dressed as quickly as possible, and rushed out of the room. When he passed the living room, he saw Jie Luo, disheveled and sleepy. The latter obviously just got up from the bed not long ago, the crumpled pajamas slid down to one side, revealing half of his white and tender shoulders, and a pair of oversized men's slippers were worn under his feet—no doubt they belonged to him.

He rubbed his forehead and shook his head. He had to stop and turned around to help the little girl straighten her collar.

"Mud, wait... I'll go under the boiling water later..." Zero said vaguely.

"No need, I'll bring breakfast later, you can eat it after washing up." Roland patted her on the head, pushed her into the bathroom, and hurried out the door.