Chapter 910: The Confusion of Dreams (Part 2)

"Come on, two bowls of braised beef noodles!" The boss brought the vermicelli to the table with a blushing face, and wiped the table with a towel—obviously, he was quite proud of the presence of the Martial Daoist, after all, Garcia was from Tongzilou. star character.

"Thank you, add another fried egg." Roland pulled out two pairs of chopsticks and said, "One for each person."

"Okay!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't ask women to have breakfast here," Garcia rolled her eyes. "No wonder you're still single."

This is slander! If it wasn't for the sense of responsibility, those God's Punishment Witches would have given him—

"Uh, that guy Zero has to go to school later, I have to send breakfast back, if it's too far away..."

"I know, so this is not an example," Garcia interrupted him, skillfully opened the disposable chopsticks, and stirred the shallots and beef on the vermicelli, and soon the bowl of vermicelli turned into an attractive red sauce. The first mouthful was slightly cooled, and instead of chewing and swallowing slowly, it was directly smacked into the mouth, like a continuous ribbon, with only a thin squeak.

Just hearing this voice, Roland already felt his appetite whetted.

"What?" He pouted, "Isn't your way of eating very authentic? I thought you couldn't get used to street food."

"That's your illusion," Garcia shrugged. "I've lived here for almost ten years. Which restaurant have I never tried? It's just that a clean and spacious restaurant is the etiquette of a treater, and I don't I like being stared at all the time."

Roland found that this was indeed the case, not only other customers at the stall, but even passers-by would look in this direction curiously - after all, Garcia's silver-gray hair and well-proportioned figure are quite eye-catching.

"This... was my negligence."

"So hurry up and get down to business," Garcia glared, "Why are you looking for me in such a hurry? The Martial Arts Association will not assist you in doing illegal things."

This guy... why is his eyes so wary? I just came back from the headquarters yesterday, what illegal things can I do. Besides, is there anything more illegal than a hunting license?

Roland hesitated for a while, "I want to meet your master, can you make an appointment for me?"

"What?" The other party didn't respond for a while.

"Your master... Ms. Lan." He made up a reason casually, "I feel very guilty for missing the appointment last time, and I want to apologize to her in person."

Garcia looked at him as if she didn't know him for a long time, and finally waved her hand and said, "Oh? Now I know how important it is to be recommended by my master? But save it, she won't see you again."

"Maybe Ms. 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 meeting?" Garcia said disapprovingly, "Don't think about it, the missed opportunity will not come back, and the master will never treat a disobedient person. The people of the time should take care of them, let alone meet each other."

"Let's try calling first," Roland insisted.

"You..." Garcia seemed to have noticed something, "You don't really want to apologize to her, do you?"

"It would be even better if I could ask some martial arts masters about their training methods," he put on a serious face.

The former twitched the corner of her mouth, probably wanting him to give up this unrealistic idea completely, so she finally took out the phone.

"By the way, your master's number is..."

"It's useless to tell you. It's impossible to call the headquarters without the association's data card." Garcia made a quiet gesture, "Hi, hello, it's me..."

The call lasted less than three minutes before she hung up.

"I knew it was the result." --0---0---Xiao--Say---this is the gorgeous dividing line--let go of that witch the rest. Recommended reading for 00 novels: Rise of the Reborn Sect-0--0---Small--Say---This is a gorgeous dividing line---r/> "How is it?"

"Of course I refused! You even blamed me," Garcia said angrily, "Your image is completely bankrupt in her mind, and when you are mentioned, her voice drops at least an octave. "

how so? Roland couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. According to the attitude at the newcomer meeting, Lan obviously didn't care about his missed appointment, but rather valued it a little bit. He originally thought that the secret language of the other party was to practice the power of nature to a high level. It is not surprising that Garcia didn't understand it, but now it seems that he was really hallucinating at that time?

At the beginning, he didn't insist on knowing the answer to the puzzle, and even hesitated to enter the dream world. Now that he encountered setbacks, he was unwilling to give up the pursuit.

"Okay." Roland took a sip of the soup, "Then when can we go to the headquarters again?"

"When you solve an erosion incident by yourself and become a formal martial arts master—now you are just a newcomer."

This condition is surprisingly simple, Roland thought. But he said calmly on the surface, "I will look forward to that day. By the way, do you still remember Ms. Lan's opening remarks when we first arrived underground?"

"What's wrong?"

"What does she mean when she said that the battle of divine will is not far from us?"

"Well..." Garcia said helplessly, "My master admires a book written half a century ago called "Raison d'être" and recommended me to read it. The book is about the emergence and evolution of civilization. I made some guesses and called it the choice of the gods—of course, this god is not an anthropomorphic character, but a rule, or the purpose of the continuation of all things. But these things are too far away to have nothing to do with us relationship, and books are only circulated in the Martial Arts Association, so almost no one knows about it.”

Hearing this, Roland was taken aback. There was no doubt that this was another book he hadn't seen--meaning it came from the self-creation of the dream world.

"Can I see it?"

"The book is at the headquarters. Let's go to the library to borrow it when I report on work next month." Garcia gave him a strange look, "If I still remember this."

Seeing that the other party was getting suspicious, Roland quickly finished picking up the vermicelli and left the shop with an excuse.

After the dream world ended the next day, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If you don't contact the Martial Daoist Association, everything seems to be normal in the dream, but as long as you get in touch with them, strange things will emerge one after another.

Although the search was not smooth, it was not in vain. What's more, the long-awaited God's Punishment Witch once again gained the experience of regaining consciousness. Seeing their joyful appearance, this trip is not in vain.

Roland was planning to use this rest period to open the dream world a few more times to speed up the progress of time, when Lightning flew into his tent with a swallow-tailed hawk in his arms.

"Your Majesty, I have your urgent secret letter," the little girl muttered, "it's from Neverwinter."

Direct access to the west? This journey is not too short. Could it be that something happened to Neverwinter?

In order to save courier resources, less urgent messages are sent to the old capital by boat, and then forwarded by Tasa and others, such as government reports and so on. The swallow-tailed eagle is the largest and most expensive animal messenger. Its advantage is that it is at the top of the food chain and has high security. The disadvantage is that it will take up a considerable share of the witch's control. Driving one of these raptors is roughly the equivalent of three gray hawks, and it's also quite strenuous for Honey.

Roland touched the sluggish animal messenger, and undid the sealing ring from its foot. The moment he flattened the letter paper, he couldn't help but froze in place.

The devil's army unexpectedly appeared in the wild land ahead of schedule?