Roland felt an indescribable cold all over his body, and sure enough, he was being stared at by someone—in this dream that should have been illusory.

He raised his head, quickly sweeping the people around him from near and far—

Who, who?

The babe?The entrepreneur?The Awakened Ones?

The banquet hall is still very lively, people enjoy this social party, the only abnormal, as if only he himself.

Roland took a deep breath and let the pounding heart beat slowly calm down.

The agreement . . . cannot mean anything else, and the sender of the message should be the same as the person who left a note in the book.

"The Rose Cafe, No. 302.""

No doubt someone wanted to see him.

Such a means have exceeded the scope of the forces of nature - the martial arts are not witches, not with a variety of abilities, the awakened people have a stronger strength, speed, physical five sense, cultivation to a certain extent can also release the cyclone, resulting in a similar magic effect, but always are biased towards the type of battle.

Besides, he had never felt any fluctuations in the power of nature before.

In other words, the tenoles of word-shape are likely to come from a higher force.

The dream world is evolving into uncharted territory, and perhaps it has something to do with it.

“It’s really... being targeted by NPCs,” Roland whispered.As a world where he is completely stagnant in time as soon as he wakes up, it is difficult to relate to reality.In addition to the foreign witches and the defeated victims who were devoured by Jero, he subconsciously believed that the rest of the people should be invented by dreams, no matter how realistic, and lack the key "self".But now, some "fiction" noticed his differences and offered to convey the news to him.

When did it start?

Was he borrowing the books inside the association from Garcia, or did he find in the reflection church that the figure more than 800 years ago was exactly like the Lan in the dream world?

Or sooner than these, like . . . the moment when . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I can't think of an answer.

Even knowing makes no sense.

The most important thing is what the other person wants to say.

“Ronald?”Thun’s voice interrupted his thoughts, “What happened?”

"No... nothing," Roland said, smiling and shaking his head.

After confirming that the glass was no longer unusual, he put it on the nearest table and headed for the witches.

“This is so delicious!If you have to wait, try it too.”

St. Milan offers a new roasted foie gras string with a tempting oily aroma.

Roland looked in her direction and couldn’t help but cover her face.I saw three witches guarding the three meals that needed to be made now, and the cook just cooked food was left in the hands of an unrelenting income, and there was a big "this place has been occupied by me" posture.

The men around him were fine, and no one would go to grab food from the little girl, and the lady had some complaints.

With excellent listening, he heard some intermittent whispers from around him—

“Who brought this man?”"It's so cute, it's like never eating something good."“Look at their clothes and shoes, they’re not going to be sneaking in outside, are they?”"I've been hungry for hundreds of years."... and so on.

After hearing these complaints, Roland had wanted to make them converge a little and swallow it again, turning his head and glaring at the group of commentators.

I’m sorry, but they haven’t tasted food in hundreds of years.

"Don't forget to bring some of the people in the house."

“Oh!”

Bite the foie gras the horn handed to him by the witch, Roland re-applied the previous idea.

If the other person has such a ability, why not meet him and talk to him?Do you have to be so awkward, like a guess?

Are you afraid of him or lack of opportunities?

Even if the former is not, the words in the wine without warning are not good for the heart, and I am afraid that it will go directly.

As for the latter... he thought involuntarily in his mind of the contents of the note.

“On the day of God’s will, when the meeting will be agreed upon...”Roland read it several times in his heart, and suddenly he couldn't help but take a cold breath, "It's hard to do it -"

The other refers to the real world, the day when the red moon comes?

The appearance of the red moon also means the beginning of the battle of God’s will.

Only at this time can the “messenger” talk to him?

But how do people in the dream world know about things in another world?You know, as long as he does not dream, here will always be in a frozen state!

And the most speechless thing is that even if the opportunity is the same as what he guesses, the location is still a fan.

The ghost knows where the Rose Cafe is in the city.

Can't choose the agreed place in the barrel building or a well-known landmark!

Just as Roland was secretly behind him, two middle-class people who looked like bosses walked past him.

“I heard your golf course is about to start?”

“The approval I just had a lot of money.“Is high always interested?”

"It's okay, I don't usually exercise much, and I'm more interested in the master you're looking for."Did you mention that it cost you more than three million dollars to name him?”

“No way, please be auspicious.To do our business, only hope to smooth the water a little, the money spent can make no more.It is said that the name he has set is very good."

“What was the last call?”

"Ring Green, there is a care for the greenfield project of the Three Leaf Group just across the river."

“Hahaha, that’s a coincidence.”

Roland couldn't help but stop, and then the two said something, he did not listen to his heart.

The name can be taken by yourself!

He kept the witch secretly looking for the rose cafe, but ignored this - if you opened a cafe, it was called roses?

If the other person sincerely wants to take over with him, you should not choose a place that you have not heard of.

On the other hand, since the other party can directly display the text in the glass he holds, it should not be difficult to know that he opened a cafe.

The second floor of the warehouse has been rented by him, as long as the two shops next door are rented, there will be enough space to set up the museum.

Even further, in addition to the bar, tables and chairs and other necessary facilities, he can set only one room, the door nameplate is set to 302!

Coupled with the Takilla Witch, it can be said that the waiter and the customer have - who stipulates that the store can not sell itself?

After thinking about the money on hand, Roland quickly made a decision.

...

Until Roland left the ballroom, Fein Han went to the back table and picked up the champagne.

She saw with her own eyes that the association's new "hunter" was shocked to throw out the glass, but she took it back at the last moment, as if it was not champagne in her hand, but a piece of red charcoal.For a moment, she even caught a flurry in each other’s faces.

What makes a hunter panic?

She couldn't imagine.

For those who walk on the edge of life and death at such times, even death is not so.

Or is it an unsurprising drink?

Kahfi knew that it was not his own delusion.

The cup foot can see the obvious cracks, which is the symbol of the force to lose control, in general, only new people who have just awakened the power of nature will appear such a leak.

It can be inferred that what he saw was not unusual.

The phie coldly opened the glass, sniffed it gently along the mouth of the cup, and found no residual odor - Roland did not drink this glass of champagne, which also meant that what surprised him had nothing to do with the wine.

She slowly drank the glass of wine and confirmed this judgment.

It's just an ordinary drink.

Compared with the almost playful dialogue between Roland and the three girls, such as "the king of two worlds" and "my minister", she was more concerned about the other party's sudden and unexpected reaction - only the behavior that came out inadvertently did not lie.

Something must have happened then.

Put down the cup, Fei Yi looked at the direction of the exit of the hall, and a strong curiosity rose in his heart.