“Your majesty, your majesty, your majesty?”The sound of the stars pulled Roland back from the taunt.

“Well,” he rubbed his tingling forehead, “do these things only the astrologers know?”

“All observations are made by people with star names, and the apprentices and the disciples of the arithmetical academy ... are not aware of it.”The old man knelt down again.

It turned out that Roland thought, no wonder that the moment he entered the door, the astrologers outside were all a look of last words.If you can think of the heart gap, you can naturally think that in order to maintain the status quo, the lord will accidentally know the truth of the people who are likely to be killed.After all, in the past, rumors about the true purpose of the formation of the astrological association, and the rumors of the extinction star, are secrets that only royal heirs are entitled to know.

Indeed, it is a long-term royal capital, a group of people who are extremely familiar with the court politics, Roland does not know whether they should be blamed for their persecution delusions too deep, or appreciate their loyalty even if they know the possible consequences.He shook his head, “You’re doing great.Do not reveal this conclusion for the time being, and continue to do your work—I am not talking about stargazing, but of arithmetical institutions.It is more important to solve the existing problems of Winterfell than to study what does not exist.”

After saying that he stopped, he turned and pushed the door out of the attic, leaving only the old bachelor who had not yet reacted to the place.

“Back to the castle.”Roland commanded.

Compared to the eagerness of the time, he went back even a little faster, almost close to the trot.

“Do you think what the astrologer says is true?”The nightingale who had been with him couldn't help but ask.

“I don’t know... it’s just a sudden idea,” Roland whispered, “it’s not a red moon but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, maybe it’s something else...”

“Something else...?”

"A hole, for instance."

Because of preconceived reasons, he has not thought deeply about the red moon, and the huge body is only because it is close, such as Jupiter from Ganymede, which can occupy almost two-thirds of the sky.But now, the ancients called it the moon just because it happened to be round, and the light was not blind.

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

The Nightingale’s tone was full of bewilderment, “You mean, our sky is cracked?”

"It may be worse than that, but I'll have to confirm it."

“How to confirm?”

Roland looked at her and said, "Dreaming."

...

Although it was still early, it did not prevent him from entering the dream world, and this time he did not inform any of the divinely punishing witches, but only let the nighting caravans stand by their side.

“On the day of God’s will, the day of the meeting."

Roland has been looking for what the gods mean, until this moment he was surprised, perhaps the other side is not referring to what happened in the dream, but the time in the real world.

If this is the case, it means that the person who leaves the note knows not only the essence of the dream, but even knows that there is a real world outside here, and can accurately perceive its changes - this may sound inconceivable, but when the moment when the dying star says that "the red moon does not exist", the confusion and suspicion that have always been wandering in the mind are like being worn together by an electric light.Whether it is the "war of God's will" heard in the city of Prism, or the book of dreams that is not signed, I am afraid that it is guiding him in this direction.

“Uncle, what to eat for breakfast...” Pushing open the bedroom door, Jero was standing in front of the handwashing table, holding a toothbrush and asking vaguely.

“If you don’t eat, you’ll be ready for yourself.”Roland did not return and shouted.He put a coat on the sofa, even the shoes were too late to wear, stepped on two drag plates and went out of the door.

At this time, the streets are already people coming and going, the oil bar stalls and buns are surrounded by students and office workers, and the frying sound of nuisance is intertwined with the shouting, which constitutes the hustle and bustle of the barrel area.

The only exception is the rose cafe.

It looks out of place from the signboard to the surrounding pavement, as if it were a non-mainstream twig.When Roland pulled out the key to open the store door, he also caught the opposite stall owner's eyes like a fool.

He took a deep breath, pushed the door in, and went straight to the room of bag 302 - as to why there was only one room in the whole store, and the room was called 302 on the first floor, which he deliberately ignored as an insignificant detail.

Because of the endless winter city emergencies this week, Roland did not have time to take care of the dream world, and now he reached over the door, he felt a little tension.

As for how the other party should come in before the store door is not opened, it is not within his consideration.Being able to reflect the words in the champagne glass must have incredible power, not to mention quietly sneak in, even if the brush suddenly appeared in front of him, there is no surprise.

Roland took a deep breath and turned the door.

The room is empty as well.

In the small "tofu block" in addition to a low table and four chairs, there is no extra decoration, open the door can see every corner, there is no hiding place.

He felt a moment and slowly went to the table and sat down.

Or is it wrong to guess yourself?

Also, people are not ghosts, how can they move here in an instant, or wait.

More suspicions followed.

Can someone who writes down the note really know that this new cafe has been open for less than a month and comes to the door?What if the other person is also stupid in the agreed place?

Or the note is just a joke, thinking that the coming of God in the real world has nothing to do with dreams, but it can be said.

At the end of the day, he has no substantial evidence.

Sure enough, it won’t be so easy to know the answer.

Just as Roland got up to leave the room, a pleasant wind chime rang.

“The Tink...”

"Welcome light--" he said subconsciously half suddenly stuttered, the godly punishment witch did not enter the dream with him, Garcia will not have anything to do to take care of his coffee shop, now willing to drink sky-high coffee, there should be no one right!Roland, who had returned to God, opened the door and looked into the store, only to see a slightly familiar figure appear at the store door.

He had seen each other twice.

At a reception for newcomers in Prism City.

Once in the reflection church of the old holy city of Helmes.

There were only two sides, but Roland remembered the face deeply.

"I didn't think you'd open a rose cafe yourself, or in such a corner."I almost thought you didn't find the note."

He said.