Release that Witch Chapter 909: Confusion of dreams (on)

"Your Majesty Roland ... Roland?"

The sound seems to come from a long distance, gentle and soft.

Until a itch was felt in the ear, Roland suddenly returned.

"You're distracted again," Nightingale lay down at the long table, facing his eyes, with one hand supporting the slightly tilted chin, and one hand shaking the white index finger. Apparently she just touched his ear with this finger.

"Uh ... is that it?" Roland cleared his throat and pretended to look at the statistics of the seizure report, "probably the weather today is particularly suitable for a nap."

"But this is not the first day," Nightingale flashed back to the deck chair beside the camp, "Since the last time I returned from the Reflection Church, has anything happened?"

Roland subconsciously wanted to veto, but then he stopped talking. lie was not valid for Nightingale, and he could not deceive himself. -- even after a week passed, he still couldn't figure it out.

"I did find some problems ... but it's too weird and I don't know how to explain it."

"If you ca n’t tell me, do n’t tell me," Nightingale held his head back and looked at the sky. "My head is not as good as yours anyway, even if it is said to be possible, it will not help. If it is Anna, it should Can help -- "

"I didn't tell her either." Roland shook his head with a grin.

"Hmm ... is that right?" Nightingale immediately turned over from the deck chair, "Why?"

"Because the weirdness of this matter is beyond what I can understand," he said bluntly, "but it doesn't affect anything, in other words, it is only my personal trouble. Tell her that it only adds to her troubles. , Doesn't make much sense. "

"So that's it." Nightingale blinked, revealing a look of sudden realization, but Roland knew that she didn't understand at all, but she didn't understand it.

"So don't talk to her about my old 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 pulled out a slice of roasted dried fish from her bag, and threw it into her mouth, looking satisfied.

After stabilizing the other side, Roland sighed secretly. Although he looked at the statistics table, he could not see it at all, and the scene in the secret room of the church kept floating in his mind.

Why does a fictional character appear in the early days of Federation? Even from the portrait, she existed earlier.

Roland asked Isabella, Agatha, and Felice afterwards, but the answers were all whether the history of -- is too far away for Taqila. No one can tell who the background paintings at the oath meeting are. She was once famous.

He always thought that there are two kinds of people in the dream world. One is the defeated people who were swallowed up by Zero. They are bound in the soul building and still have inextricable relationships with this world. The most obvious feature is that it has almost the same appearance and memory fragments in the residence.

The other is a fictional person. They come from a dream background, partly extracted from his brain, and partly fabricated by the world.

But now his cognition is shaken.

According to Isabella, the life span of Zero is roughly two hundred to two hundred and fifty, and her service history of Pope's also has corresponding records. This should not be wrong. So the question is, how do you think that this "never aging" Pure One can't devour a character -- 800 years ago? Her age may be amazing for ordinary people, but it ’s nothing in the history. Already.

After all, she is still a character born in the Church era. If she is simply more senior, Agatha and others are enough to be her grandmother.

So the man in the painting ran into the dream world by himself?

This idea is even more incredible.

How does an ancient man survive in modern society without disguise? Besides, where was her soul before the dream appeared?

Besides that, the appearance of "Lan" can also deny the speculation.

She can be said to be extraordinary in temperament, but she can't stand up to beauty. This shows that she is not a witch -- who has no strange ability. Even the most outstanding person in her lifetime will only become a pinch after 100 years of death. dust.

Aside from the above two ideas, the most reasonable explanation is the most bland type, that is, the two are just hitting their faces, and everything is purely coincidental.

Using this idea can save him a lot of trouble, but is it really a pure coincidence that Roland always has difficulty convincing himself --?

If you want to find further answers, I have to find her own talent.

When you think of the dream world that is becoming more and more elusive, Roland will feel a little unconscious resistance, but beset by unknown secrets, it also feels uncomfortable.

The two evils are the least important. After hesitating for almost a week, Roland finally made up its mind.

Of course, to help him make up his mind, there are all kinds of begging Taqila God Punishment Witches, and the waiting time after shopping Holy City of Hermes is quite idle.

...

The process of entering the dream is still very familiar. When he opened his eyes, the date was still fixed. When he left last time, --, although the interval between the two has been more than one month, the surrounding scene has not changed at all, and it is placed on the nightstand. A photo of the trainee as if he had just returned from the Martial Daoist Association headquarters.

Roland touches the takes action machine, turns to the Garcia number field, and presses the dial key.

The phone is quickly connected, and there is an even light gasp over the microphone, "Hey?"

He glanced out the window, at this moment Skyrim appeared a touch of fish belly, "Are you doing morning exercises?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you know," Garcia's tone is still so disgusting, but compared to at least the cold feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away, "is there anything wrong?"

"Yeah, I have a question I want to talk to you, how about now? I will come to you right away, and please have your breakfast by the way."

"So anxious?" The other side was silent for a moment, "Then you come down, I'm in the alley in front of apartment building."

"Wait for me." Roland hung up the phone, dressed as quickly as possible, and rushed out of the room. As he passed the living room, he saw Zero with shabby clothes and a shaggy face. The latter apparently just got up from the bed, and the crumpled pajamas slid down to the side, exposing a half-skinned tender shoulders, and a pair of oversized men's slippers -- was undoubtedly his.

He shook his head and had to stop, and turned around to help the little girl arrange the collar.

"Mud, wait ... I'll go under the boiling water ..." Zero was vague.

"No, I'll bring breakfast later, and you'll have to wait to eat then it will be alright after washing." Roland patted her head, pushed her into the bathroom, and hurried out the door.