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"Your Majesty Roland...... Roland?"

The voice seemed to come from a long distance, soft and soft.

It wasn't until he felt a hint of itching in his ears that Roland suddenly came back to his senses.

"You're wandering again," said the nightingale, crouching at the long table, staring at him, one hand propped up his slightly tilted chin, and the other hand shaking his white index finger. Apparently she was using this finger to pluck his ear just now.

"Uh...... Really?" Roland cleared his throat and pretended to look through the seizure statistics, "probably because the weather is particularly suitable for napping today." ”

"But this isn't the first day of a daze," Nightingale dodged back to the chaise longue next to the tent, "and it's been that way since the last time I came back from the Reflection Chapel." Did something happen?"

Roland subconsciously wanted to veto, but the words came to his lips but stopped, the lie had no effect on the nightingale, and he couldn't deceive himself - even after almost a week, he still couldn't figure it out.

"I did find something wrong...... It's just that it's so weird that I don't know how to explain it. ”

"If it's hard to say, you don't have to tell me," Nightingale said with his head in his arms and looking at the sky, "my head is not as good as yours anyway, and even if I say it, I won't be able to help nine times out of ten." If it were Anna, she would be able to help—"

"I didn't tell her either. Roland smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Huh...... Really?" the nightingale immediately rolled over from the recliner, "Why?"

"Because it's more weird than I can comprehend," he said bluntly, "but it doesn't affect anything, in other words, it's just my personal trouble." There is no point in telling her that there is nothing but adding to her troubles. ”

"I see. The nightingale blinked, revealing a look of sudden realization, but Roland knew that she didn't understand at all, just didn't know what to do.

"So don't tell her about my old daze," he admonished, "and no one can solve these problems but myself." ”

"Hey, of course!" for some reason, the nightingale suddenly became happy, she patted her chest first, and then took a piece of grilled dried fish from her pouch and threw it into her mouth, looking satisfied.

After stabilizing the other party, Roland sighed secretly, although his eyes looked at the statistical table, he couldn't look at it at all, and the scene in the secret room of the church was always floating in his mind.

Why did a fictional character appear in the early days of the Federation? Even judging from the portraits, she existed a little earlier.

Roland later asks Isabella, Agatha, and Phyllis, but the answer is no—that history is too far away for Tachira to say who the background painting at the Covenant meeting is, only that she was once famous.

He had always thought that there were two kinds of people in the dream world, one was the defeated who were devoured by Jieluo, who were bound in the soul building and still had an inextricable relationship with this world. The most obvious feature is the almost identical appearance, as well as the memory fragments in the residence.

The other is fictional, who comes from the background of the dream, which is partly extracted from his brain and partly fabricated by the world itself.

But now his perception has been shaken.

According to Isabella, Gerlo's lifespan was roughly between 200 and 250 years, and her service to the Pope is documented, which should not be wrong. So the question is, no matter how you look at this "never aging" pure person, she can't swallow a figure from 800 years ago - her age may be very staggering for ordinary people, but it is nothing in the long river of history.

After all, she was still a person born in the church era, and if she was simply compared to her seniority, Agatha and the others were enough to be her grandmother.

So is it the person in the painting who runs into the dream world by himself?

The idea is even more incredible.

How can an ancient person survive in the modern world and disguise himself without flaws, and where is her soul stored before the dream appears?

In addition, the appearance of "Arashi" also negates this speculation.

She can be called an extraordinary temperament, but she is definitely not close to beauty, which shows that she is not a witch - without strange abilities, no matter how outstanding a person is in life, she will only turn into a pinch of dust a hundred years after death.

Aside from the above two ideas, the most reasonable explanation is the most prosaic one, that is, the two are just bumping into each other, and everything is purely coincidental.

Adopting this idea would have saved him a lot of trouble, but Roland had no time convincing himself - was it really a pure coincidence?

If you want to find further answers, I'm afraid you have to find her herself.

The thought of the increasingly unpredictable dream world makes Roland feel a little unconsciously resistant, but it is also uncomfortable to be haunted by unknown secrets.

After hesitating for nearly a week, Roland finally made up his mind.

Of course, it was also the Tachira Divine Punishment Witch who pleaded in every way to make up his mind, and the rather free waiting time after visiting the holy city of Hermes.

......

The process of entering the dream was still very familiar, and when he opened his eyes, the date was still fixed in the last time he left - although it had been more than a month between the two times, the surrounding scene had not changed in the slightest, and on the bedside table was a group photo of a trainee, as if he had just returned from the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association.

Roland took out his phone, flipped to Garcia's number column, and pressed the dial button.

The phone was quickly connected, and an even soft pant came from the microphone, "Hey?"

He looked out the window, and at this time the sky was tinged with a touch of fish belly white, "Are you exercising in the morning?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you know," Garcia's tone was still so disgusted, but at least there was no coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away compared to before, "What's the matter?"

"Well, I have a question I want to talk to you about, how is it now? I'll come to you right away, and I'll treat you to breakfast by the way. ”

"So urgent?" the other party was silent for a moment, "Then you come down, I'm in this alley in front of the tube building." ”

"Wait for me. Roland hung up, got dressed as fast as he could, and rushed out of the room. As he passed by the living room, he saw a disheveled and worried Jieluo. The latter, apparently had just risen from his bed, his crumpled pajamas slid down to one side, revealing half of his white shoulders, and a pair of oversized men's slippers were draped over his feet, no doubt his.

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

"Mud wait...... I'll go boil the water later......" Jieluo said vaguely.

"No need, I'll bring breakfast later, you can just wash up and wait for it." Roland patted her on the head and pushed her into the bathroom before hurrying out the door. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.