Chapter 1222 Divine Promise

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" Mist Star's voice pulled Roland out of his daze.

"Uh..." He rubbed his stinging forehead, "Are these things only known to astrologers?"

"All observations were done by people with star names. The apprentices and the disciples from the Academy of Arithmetic... didn't know anything about it." The old bachelor knelt down again.

So that's it, Roland thought to himself, no wonder the astrologers outside looked like they were giving their last words the moment they entered. If you can think of the gap in your heart, you can also think of the possibility that the lord will silence all those who accidentally know the truth in order to maintain the status quo. After all, in the past, the true purpose of forming the astrological association and the rumors about the world-destroying star were secrets that only the royal heirs were qualified to know.

As expected, they were a group of people who had lived in the royal capital for a long time and were extremely familiar with palace politics. Roland didn't know whether to blame them for being too paranoid about persecution, or to admire their loyalty in reporting truthfully even though they knew the possible consequences. He shook his head helplessly, "You have done a good job. Don't reveal this conclusion for the time being, and continue to work on your work - I am not talking about stargazing, but the Academy of Arithmetic. Rather than studying things that don't exist, solving Neverwinter The city’s existing troubles are more important.”

After saying that, he stopped staying, turned around, opened the door and walked out of the attic, leaving only the old bachelor who had not yet reacted, standing there stunned.

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

Compared with the eagerness when he got up, he was even a little faster when he returned, almost close to a trot.

"Do you think what the astrologer said is true?" Nightingale, who had been following him, couldn't help but show up and asked.

"I don't know... I just suddenly had some thoughts," Roland whispered, "It's not a red moon, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Maybe it's something else..."

"Something else?"

"Let's say, a hole."

Because of his preconceptions, he has never thought deeply about the red moon. Its huge size is only because of its close proximity. For example, when looking at Jupiter from Io, the latter can occupy almost two-thirds of the sky. But now that I think about it, the ancients only called it the moon because it happened to be round and the light was not dazzling.

If it is really erosion, it can be square or polygonal.

Nightingale's tone was full of confusion, "Are you saying that our sky is cracked?"

"It could be worse than that, but I have to confirm it first."

"How to confirm?"

Roland glanced at her and said, "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, but only let the nightingale stay by his side.

"The day when God's will appears, the time when we meet and make an appointment."

Roland had been searching for what the will of God was referring to. It was not until this moment that he realized that perhaps the other party was not referring to what happened in the dream, but to the time in the real world.

If this is the case, it means that the person who left the note not only knew the essence of the dream, but even knew that there was a real world outside of it, and could accurately perceive its changes - this may sound incredible, but when it is diffused The moment the Star Scholar said "The Red Moon does not exist", the confusion and suspicion that had been lingering in his mind before seemed to be pierced together by a flash of lightning. Whether it was the "War of Divine Will" heard in Prism City or the unsigned dream book, they were probably leading him in this direction.

"Uncle, what do you want for breakfast..." Pushing open the bedroom door, Jie Luo was standing in front of the sink, holding a toothbrush in her mouth and asked vaguely.

"If you don't want to eat, just prepare your own!" Roland shouted without looking back. He casually put a coat on the sofa on his body, without even having time to put on his shoes, and stepped out of the door on two slippers.

At this time, people were already coming and going in the streets and alleys. Students and office workers gathered in front of the fried dough stick stalls and steamed bun shops. The sound of frying and shouting intertwined with each other, creating a noisy and short-term prosperity in Tongzi District.

The only exception is Rose Café.

From its signboard to its facade, it looks out of place with the surrounding stalls, as if it is extravagantly decorated. When Roland took out the key and opened the store door, he caught the look of the stall owner opposite as if he was looking at a fool.

He took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and went straight to private room No. 302. As for why there was only one private room in the entire store, and why the private room was called 302 on the first floor, he ignored them as insignificant details. .

Due to the endless incidents in Neverwinter City this week, Roland had no time to pay attention to the dream world. Now that he put his hand on the doorknob, he actually felt a rare trace of nervousness.

As for the question of how the other party could get in before the store door opened, it was not within his scope at all. If you can reflect words in a champagne glass, you must have incredible power. Let alone sneak in quietly, even if you suddenly appear in front of him, there is nothing to be surprised about.

Roland took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

The cubicle was empty.

Apart from a low table and four chairs, there are no extraneous furnishings in the small "Tofu Block". When you open the door, you can see every corner, and there is no hiding place.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness, and slowly walked to the table and sat down.

Could it be...did I guess wrong?

Also, people are not ghosts, how can they move here instantly, or they should wait.

But more doubts followed.

Could the person who wrote the note really know about this new cafe that was opened less than a month ago and come to visit it? What if the other party is also waiting at the agreed place?

Or maybe the note was just a prank, and it would make sense to think that the coming of gods in the real world has nothing to do with dreams.

After all, he didn't have any substantial evidence.

Sure enough, the answer to this won't be that easy.

Just as Roland stood up and was about to leave the private room, a pleasant sound of wind chimes rang.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

"Welcome to the light -" he was suddenly startled in the middle of speaking subconsciously. The God's Punishment Witch didn't follow him into the dreamland, and Garcia wouldn't come to take care of his coffee shop without any problem. Now she is willing to come and drink sky-high price coffee. There should be none! After coming back to his senses, Roland opened the door and looked into the store, only to see a slightly familiar figure appear at the door of the store.

He met each other twice.

Once at a newcomer reception in Prism City.

Once in the Church of Reflection in the old holy city of Hermes.

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

"I didn't expect you to open your own Rose Cafe, in such a corner. I almost thought you didn't notice the note at all."

Lan said.