"Come on, two bowls of braised beef noodles!" the boss brought the noodles to the table with a red face, and wiped the table with a towel - it was obvious that the presence of the martial artist made him quite proud, after all, Garcia was the star of the building.

"Thanks, and an extra omelette," Roland said, pulling out two pairs of chopsticks, "one for each person." ”

"Great!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't have invited women to breakfast here," Garcia rolled her eyes, "no wonder you're still single." ”

If it weren't for the sense of responsibility that was in the way, those witches would have given him a long time ago—

"Uh, that guy has to go to school later, I'll have to send breakfast back, if it's too far......"

"I know, so I'm not going to make an example," Garcia interrupted, deftly breaking open the disposable chopsticks and stirring the shallots and beef on the noodles, and soon the bowl of vermicelli turned a tempting sauce red. The first sip is slightly cool, not chewing slowly, but directly into the mouth, like a continuous ribbon, only making a thin snorting sound.

Just hearing this sound made Roland feel his appetite widen.

"What," he pouted, "isn't your way of eating very authentic? I thought you weren't used to street food." ”

"That's your delusion," Garcia shrugged, "I've been here for almost ten years, and I haven't eaten at any of them?" ”

Roland found out that this was indeed the case, and not only the other customers in the stall, but also passers-by would glance curiously in this direction—after all, Garcia's silver-gray hair and well-proportioned figure were a bit striking.

"This ...... It was my negligence. ”

"So let's get down to business," Garcia glared, "why are you in such a hurry to find me? ”

This guy ...... Why are your eyes so vigilant? I only came back from the headquarters yesterday, what can I do to break the law? Besides, is there anything more illegal than a hunting license?

Roland hesitated for a moment, "I want to see your master, can you make an appointment for me?"

"What?" the other party didn't react for a moment.

"Your master...... Ms. Arashi. He casually made up a reason, "I feel very guilty about the last time I missed the appointment, and I want to apologize to her in person." ”

Garcia looked at him as if she didn't know him for a long time, and then waved her hand and said, "Oh, now I know how important it is to get my master's introduction? ”

"Maybe Ms. Lan doesn't hate me as much as you think?"

"Do you want to say that she kindly explained a lot to you at the newcomer conference," Garcia said disapprerovingly, "don't be delusional, the missed opportunity will not be repeated, and the master will never take more care of an unpunctual person, let alone meet him." ”

"Let's give a call first," Roland insisted.

"You ......," Garcia seemed to sense something, "you don't really want to apologize to her, do you?"

"It would be nice if I could ask some martial artists for their training methods," he said, putting on a serious face.

The former twitched the corners of her mouth, probably trying to get him to give up this unrealistic idea completely, and she finally took out the phone.

"By the way, your master's number is ......"

"It's useless to tell you, it's impossible to get to the headquarters without the association's data card," Garcia made a quiet gesture, "Hey, hello, it's my ......"

The call lasted less than three minutes before she hung up.

"I knew it was the result. ”

"How?"

"Of course she refused!" she blamed me," Garcia said angrily, "your image is completely bankrupt in her mind, and her voice is at least an octave lower at the mention of you. ”

How could this be? Roland couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, according to the attitude of the newcomer conference, Lan obviously didn't care about his broken appointment, but still had a hint of importance. He had thought that the other party's secret language was the use of training the power of nature to a high depth, and it was not surprising that Garcia didn't know it, but now it seems that he really had auditory hallucinations at that time?

At first, he didn't insist on knowing the answer to the puzzle, and he was even a little hesitant to enter the dream world, but now that he has encountered a setback, he is unwilling to give up the pursuit.

"Alright," Roland took a sip of soup, "and when can we go to HQ again?"

"By the time you've solved an erosion incident on your own and become a full-fledged martial artist—you're just getting started. ”

It was surprisingly simple, Roland thought. But on the surface, he said quietly, "I will look forward to that day." By the way, do you remember Ms. Lan's opening remarks when we first arrived underground?"

"What's wrong?"

"What did she mean when she said that the battle of the Divine Will is not far from us?"

"Well...... "Garcia said helplessly, "My master admires a book written half a century ago, called 'The Reason for Existence', and recommended me to read it." The book makes some conjectures about the emergence and evolution of civilization, and calls it the choice of the gods—of course, this god is not an anthropomorphic character, but a rule, or the purpose of the continuation of all things. However, these things are too far away to have anything to do with us, and since books are only circulated in the martial arts association, almost no one knows about them. ”

Hearing this, Roland was intrigued. No doubt, this is yet another book he has not seen - which means that it comes from a self-creation of the dream world.

"Can you show me?"

"The book is at headquarters, let's borrow it in the library when I report next month. Garcia gave him a strange look, "If I remember this." ”

Seeing that the other party's suspicion was gradually rising, Roland hurriedly finished picking up the noodles and left the store first under the pretext of leaving.

When the dream world was over the next day, he let out a sigh.

If you don't come into contact with the Martial Arts Association, everything seems to be normal in your dreams, but as long as you catch up with them, strange things will emerge one after another.

Although the search did not go well, it was not for nothing. What's more, the long-awaited witches of divine punishment have once again gained the experience of regaining consciousness, and seeing their overjoyed appearance, the trip is not in vain.

Roland was about to take advantage of this recuperation time to open the dream world a few more times and speed up his time when Lightning flew into his tent with a swallow-tailed eagle in his arms.

"Your Majesty, there is your urgent letter," muttered the little girl, "from Neverwinter. ”

This journey is not close, could it be that something has happened to Winterfell?

In order to save messenger resources, less urgent messages were sent to the old royal capital by ship, and then Tasa and others were responsible for forwarding, such as government affairs reports, etc. The swallow-tailed eagle, on the other hand, is the largest and most expensive of the animal messengers, with the advantage of being at the top of the food chain and being safe, and the disadvantage that it will take up a considerable share of the witch's control. Driving one such bird of prey is almost equivalent to three gray eagles, and it is quite strenuous for honey.

Roland touched the flagging animal messenger and undid the seal from its foot. The moment he flattened the letter, he couldn't help but freeze in place.

The devil's army actually appeared in the wilderness in advance?