Release that Witch

909. Chapter 909 Puzzle of Dreams (Part 1)

    “Your Majesty Roland…Roland ? ”

    The sound seemed to come from afar, gentle and soft.

    Roland felt violently coming back until he felt a bit of itching in his ear.

    “You are gone,” Nightingale crouched at the long table, opposite his four eyes, one hand holding a slightly tilted chin, one hand shaking the white index finger. Apparently she just used this finger to play with his ears.

    UhYeah?Roland cleared his throat and pretended to look at the statistical report. “Probably today’s weather is especially suitable for naps.”

    “But this is not the first day of a daze,” Nightingale stunned back to the lounge chair next to the camp. “It’s been the case since the last time I came back from the reflection church. Did something happen? ”

    Roland subconsciously wants to veto, but when the words come to a standstill, lie is ineffective against Nightingale, and he can’t deceive himself – even if it’s been a week or so, he still can’t understand it.

    “I did find some problems…Just, it’s too weird, I don’t know how to explain it. ”

    “If you can’t say it, you don’t have to tell me,” Nightingale held the back of his head and looked at heaven. “My head doesn’t work for you anyway, even if it’s said that it’s not good enough.” If it is Anna, it should be able to help –“

    “I didn’t tell her either.”Roland smiled and shook his head.

    EhYeah?Nightingale immediately turned over from the lounge chair, “Why?”

    “Because the difference in this matter is beyond the scope I can understand,” he bluntly said, “but it can’t affect anything, in other words, it’s just my personal trouble. Telling her that there is no point in addition to increasing troubles. ”

    “So that’s it.”Nightingale blinked and revealed a look of ignorance, but Roland knew she didn’t understand it at all, but she didn’t know it.

    “So don’t tell me about my old daze,” he muttered. “These questions can’t be solved except myself.”

    “Oh, of course!”Somehow, Nightingale suddenly became happy. She first patted her chest, then took out a slice of grilled dried fish from the bag and threw it into her mouth, a satisfying look.

    After stabilizing the other side, Roland sighed in secret, his eyes looking at the statistics, but he couldn’t see it at all, and there was always a scene in the church’s secret room.

    Why is a fictional character appearing in the early days of the Federation? Even from the portrait, she still exists earlier.

    Afterwards, Roland asked Isabella, Agatha, and Felice, but the answer was whether the history was too far for Taqila, and no one could tell who the background painting in the vows was. He is famous.

    He always thought that there are two kinds of people in the dream world. One is the ruined by the Zero. They are bound in the soul building and still have a thousand relationships with the world. The most obvious feature is that it has almost the same appearance, as well as the memory fragments in the residence.

    The other is the fictional, they come from the dream background, part of which is extracted from his brain, and part of which is fabricated by the world.

    But now his cognition has been shaken.

    According to Isabella, Zero’s life span is roughly between the ages of two hundred and twenty-five, and that she has a corresponding record in serving Pope’s history, which should not go wrong. Then the question is coming. How do you see that this “never aging” Pure One can’t swallow a character eight hundred years ago – her age may be amazing for ordinary people, but it won’t be in the long history. What is it?

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

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

    This idea is even more incredible.

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

    In addition, the appearance of “岚” can also decide to guess.

    She can be called temperament, but she is absolutely not beautiful. This shows that she is not a witch – no strange ability, even if she is outstanding before her death, it will only turn into a dust after death. .

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

    Using this idea can save him a lot of trouble, but Roland has always been difficult to convince himself – is this a pure coincidence?

    If I want to find the answer further, I am afraid I have to find her talent.

    Roland felt a little unconsciously resisting the dream world that was becoming more and more unpredictable, but it was also uncomfortable with the secret of the unknown.

    After two weeks of hesitation, Roland finally made up his mind.

    Of course, to help him make up his mind, there are still a lot of Taqila God Punishment Witches, and a very leisurely waiting time after visiting the Holy City of Hermes.

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    The process of entering the dream is still very familiar. When he opens his eyes, the date is still fixed at the time of the last departure – although the interval has been more than a month, the surrounding scene has not changed at all, the one on the bedside table A photo of the trainee, as if he had just returned from the headquarters of the Martial Daoist Association.

    Roland touched the phone, flipped to Garcia’s number field and pressed the dial button.

    The phone was quickly connected, and there was a uniform panting sound from the microphone. “Hey?”

    He looked out the window, and at this time the sky only showed a white belly. “Are you doing morning exercises?”

    “Do not talk nonsense if you know,” Garcia’s tone was still so disgusting, but at least there was no sense of chilling that refused to be thousands of miles away. “What’s the matter?”

    “Well, I have a question I want to talk to you. How is it now? I will come to you right away, please have breakfast. ”

    “So urgent?”The other party was silent for a moment. “Then come down, I am in this alley in front of the package.”

    “wait for me.”Roland hangs up and gets dressed as fast as possible and rushes out of the room. As he passed through the living room, he saw the untidy, stunned Zero. The latter apparently just got up from the bed, the rumpled pajamas slid down to one side, revealing a half-white shoulder, and a pair of oversized men’s slippers were placed under the feet – no doubt it was his.

    He shook his head and had to stop and turn around to help the little girl to sort the collar.

    “Mud and so on…I will go to the water below when I will…”Zero is vague.

    “No, I will bring breakfast up later, you will wait to eat then it will be alright.”Roland patted her head and pushed her into the bathroom before she hurried out.