"Your Majesty, Your Majesty...... Your Majesty?" the voice of the diffuse star pulled Roland back from his stunned stupor.

"Uh......" he rubbed his stinging forehead, "Do only astrologers know about these things?"

"All observations were made by people with star names, apprentices and disciples of the School of Arithmetic...... I don't know. The old bachelor knelt down again.

I see, Roland thought to himself, no wonder the moment he entered the door, the astrologers outside all looked like they had their last words. If you can think of the gap in your heart, you can naturally think of the possibility that the lord will kill all the people who accidentally know the truth in order to maintain the status quo. After all, in the past, rumors about the true purpose of the formation of the astrological society and the extinction of the stars were secrets that only the royal heirs were qualified to know.

As a group of people who have lived in the royal capital for a long time and are extremely familiar with court politics, Roland does not know whether to blame them for being too paranoid, or to praise their loyalty to report truthfully even if they know the possible consequences. He shook his head helplessly, "You guys did a great job. Don't reveal this conclusion for now, and continue to get busy with your work - I'm not talking about stargazing, but the arithmetic academy. It's more important to solve Neverwinter's existing troubles than to study what doesn't exist. ”

After saying that, he didn't stay any longer, turned around and pushed open the door and walked out of the attic, leaving only the old bachelor who had not yet reacted stunned in place.

"Back to the castle. Roland commanded in a deep voice.

Compared to the eagerness he had made, he was even a little quicker when he returned, almost close to trotting.

"Do you think what the astrologer said is true?" asked the nightingale, who had been following her, as she could not help but show her figure.

"I don't know...... Just a few thoughts popped into the air," Roland whispered, "Just because it's not a red moon doesn't mean it doesn't exist, maybe it's something else......"

"Something else...... Stuff?"

"Let's say, a hole. ”

Because of his preconceived notions, he had never thought deeply about the red moon, and his huge size was only due to its proximity, such as Jupiter from Europa, which could occupy almost two-thirds of the sky. But now that I think about it, the ancients called it the moon only because it happened to be round and the light was not dazzling.

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

Nightingale's tone was full of confusion, "You mean, our skies are cracked?"

"It could be worse than that, but I'll have to make sure first. ”

"How do you confirm?"

Roland glanced at her, "Dreaming." ”

......

Although it was still early, it didn't prevent him from entering the dream world, and this time he didn't notify any of the witches of divine punishment, just let the nightingale stay by his side.

"The day of the appearance of God's will, the time of the meeting. 」

Roland had been searching for what the divine consciousness meant, and it was only at this moment that he realized that perhaps the other party was not referring to what happened in the dream, but to 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 beyond it, and can perceive its changes - this may sound incredible, but the moment the Diffuse Star Master says "The Red Moon does not exist", the confusion and suspicion that had been lingering in his mind until then seemed to be pierced together by an electric light. Whether it's the "Battle of the Divine Will" he heard in Prism City, or the unsigned Book of Dreams, I'm afraid they're all guiding him in this direction.

"Uncle, what's ...... for breakfast?" asked indistinctly as she pushed open the bedroom door, standing in front of the sink, holding a toothbrush in her mouth.

"Don't eat it, just prepare your own!" Roland shouted without looking back. He casually draped a coat on the sofa, and before he even had time to put on his shoes, he stepped on two planks and went out.

At this time, the streets and alleys are already full of people, and the front of the fritter stalls and bun shops are crowded with students and office workers, and the sound of fried oil and shouting are intertwined, forming a noisy and short-lived prosperity in the tube area.

The only exception is the Rose Café.

From the signboard to the façade, it looks out of place with the surrounding paving, as if it were not mainstream. When Roland took out the key and opened the door of the store, he also caught the look of the stall owner on the opposite side looking like a fool.

He took a deep breath, pushed the door in, and headed straight for private room 302 - why there was only one private room in the entire store, and why the private room on the first floor was called 302, he deliberately ignored the past as an inconsequential minutia.

Due to the endless emergencies in Neverwinter City this week, Roland had no time to care about the dream world, and now he felt a rare nervousness when he reached out and put it on the doorknob.

As for the question of how the other party could get in before the store door opened, it was not within his consideration at all. To be able to reflect the words in the champagne glass, it must have incredible power, let alone sneak in quietly, even if it suddenly appears in front of him, there is nothing to be surprised about.

Roland took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

The cubicle was empty.

There are no superfluous furnishings in the small "tofu block" except for a low table and four chairs, and the moment you open the door, you can see every corner, and there is no hiding place.

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

Don't...... Did you guess wrong?

Also, people are not ghosts, how can they teleport here, or wait a little longer.

But more suspicion ensued.

Can the person who wrote the note really know about this café that has been open for less than a month and come to the door? What if the other party is also waiting in the agreed place?

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

At the end of the day, he didn't have any substantial evidence.

Sure enough, it's not going to be so easy to know.

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

"Jingle ......"

"Welcome light-" He subconsciously said halfway through the moment he was suddenly stunned, the witch of divine punishment did not enter the dream with him, Garcia would not come to take care of his coffee shop if he had nothing to do, and now there should be no one who is willing to come to drink sky-high coffee!

He had met each other twice.

A newcomer reception in Prism City.

Once in the Church of Reflection in the Old Holy City of Hermes.

There are only two sides, but Roland remembers that face deeply.

"I didn't expect you to open your own Rose Café, in such a corner. I almost thought you didn't find that note at all. ”

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