Roland felt an indescribable chill enveloping his entire body. Sure enough, he was being watched by someone—in this dreamscape that should have been illusory.
He raised his head, quickly scanning the people around him from near to far—
Who, who is it?
The wine steward? The entrepreneur? The Awakened?
The banquet hall was still bustling with noise; people were enjoying the social gathering. The only abnormal one seemed to be him.
Roland took a deep breath, allowing his pounding heart to gradually calm down.
The appointment… it couldn’t refer to anything else. The messenger who delivered the note must be the same person who left it.
“Rose Cafe, Room 302.”
Without a doubt, someone wanted to see him.
This method had surpassed the realm of natural forces. Martial artists weren't witches and weren't known for their varied abilities. Awakened individuals possessed greater strength, speed, and sensory perception. After xiuliàn to a certain degree, they could even project their Qi vortex, creating effects similar to magic. But overall, they were geared towards combat.
Besides, he hadn't sensed any fluctuations of natural forces around him at all.
In other words, the illusion of words appearing was likely from a more advanced power.
Perhaps the dream world was constantly evolving towards an unknown realm, and this was related.
“So I'm being watched by an NPC,” Roland muttered to himself with a self-deprecating tone. As a world where time completely stopped when he was awake, it was hard to connect it to reality. Apart from the witches from the outside world and the defeated who were devoured by Jie Luo, he subconsciously believed that everyone else was fictional creations of the dream. No matter how realistic they seemed, they lacked the crucial "self." But now, a "fictional" entity had noticed his difference and proactively sent him a message.
When did it start?
Was it when he borrowed internal association books from Garcia, or when he discovered that a figure from over a hundred years ago in the Reflection Church was exactly the same as Lan in the dream world?
Or was it even earlier, like… the moment Jie Luo pulled him into the soul battlefield?
He couldn't figure out the answer.
Even if he knew, it wouldn't matter.
The most important thing was what the other party wanted to say.
“Roland-ge?” Tong'en's voice interrupted his thoughts. “Is something wrong?”
“No… it's nothing,” Roland replied, shaking his head with a smile. “I'm coming over.”
After confirming that the wine glass was no longer abnormal, he casually placed it on the nearest dining table and walked towards the witches.
“This tastes so smooth and tender! Roland, you should try it too…”
Saint Millan handed over a newly grilled skewer of foie gras, and the tempting aroma of fat rushed towards him.
Roland looked in her direction and couldn't help but cover his face. He saw three witches guarding three stations where food was being freshly prepared, taking all the food that the chefs had just cooked, with the air of "this place is occupied by me."
The men around were fine; no one would snatch food from little girls' hands, but the women had quite a few complaints.
With his excellent hearing, he heard some fragmented whispers coming from around him—
“Who brought these people?” “They're so cute, but they look like they've never eaten anything good.” “Look at their clothes and shoes; could they have sneaked in from outside?” “Tsk, tsk, they're acting like they've been hungry for hundreds of years.”… and so on.
After hearing these complaints, Roland wanted to tell them to restrain themselves, but he swallowed his words and glared fiercely at the group gossiping behind their backs.
Sorry, they really haven't tasted food for hundreds of years.
“Don't forget to bring some back for the people at home.”
“Okay!”
Biting into the grilled foie gras skewer that the witch handed him, Roland picked up his previous train of thought.
Since the other party possessed such abilities, why not talk to him face to face? Why make it so awkward, like a guessing game?
Were they afraid of scaring him, or were they lacking some kind of catalyst?
The former didn't matter; having words appear in the wine out of nowhere would probably send someone with a weak heart straight to the hospital.
As for the latter… he couldn't help but recall the contents of the note.
“The day the Divine Will manifests, the time of the meeting… is it?” Roland murmured a few times in his heart, and suddenly couldn't help but gasp. “Could it be—”
Was the other party referring to the real world, the day the Red Moon descends?
The appearance of the Red Moon also meant the beginning of the Divine Will War.
Only at this time could the "messenger" communicate with him?
But… how would someone from the dream world know about things in another world? He knew that as long as he didn't dream, this place would always be in a state of frozen stillness!
And the most speechless thing was that even if the catalyst was as he guessed, the location was still a mystery.
Who knows where the Rose Cafe is in the city?
Couldn't they have chosen a meeting place in a tube building or a famous landmark!
Just as Roland was secretly complaining, two middle-aged men who looked like bosses walked past him.
“I heard your golf course is about to start construction?”
“It just passed the approval process a while ago; it cost me a lot of money. What, is Gao interested?”
“Not really; I don't exercise much. I'm more interested in that master you found. I heard from others that you spent over three million to have him name it?”
“No choice; it's for good luck. In our line of work, we just hope everything goes smoothly. The money spent can be earned back, right? It's said that the names he gives have very good effects.”
“What did he name it in the end?”
“Rhine Green Field; it happens to correspond to the Green Land project of the San Ye Group across the river.”
“Hahaha… that's quite a coincidence.”
Roland couldn't help but pause slightly, and after that, he didn't hear anything they said.
The name… can be chosen yourself!
He had been having the witches secretly search for the Rose Cafe, but he had overlooked this point—what if he opened a cafe himself and called it Rose?
If the other party sincerely wanted to contact him, they shouldn't choose a place that no one had ever heard of.
Conversely, since the other party could directly display words on the wine glass he was holding, it shouldn't be difficult for them to know that he had opened a cafe.
The second floor of the warehouse had already been rented by him. As long as he rented the two shops next door, he would have enough space to set up the cafe.
Even further, besides the necessary facilities such as a bar and tables and chairs, he could completely set up only one private room, with the door plaque set to 302!
With the witches of Gata as his staff, he could say he had both waitresses and customers—who said you can't be both the seller and the buyer?
After calculating the funds he had on hand, Roland quickly made a decision.
……
It wasn't until Roland left the banquet hall that Fei Yuhan walked to the back row of dining tables and picked up the champagne glass.
She personally saw the association's newly promoted "Hunter" throw the wine glass out in shock, but grabbed it back at the last moment, as if what he was holding wasn't champagne, but a piece of red-hot charcoal. For a moment, she even caught a hint of panic on his face.
What could make a Hunter panic?
She couldn't imagine it.
For people who walked on the edge of life and death at all times, even death wouldn't be enough to cause such a reaction.
Especially for a glass of ordinary wine?
But Fei Yuhan knew that it wasn't her imagination.
There was a visible crack on the base of the glass, which was a symbol of loss of control due to excessive force. Generally speaking, only new natural force awakeners would make such a mistake.
From this, it could be inferred that what he saw was definitely unusual.
Fei Yuhan picked up the wine glass and gently sniffed around the rim, but didn't find any remaining scent—Roland hadn't drunk this champagne, which also meant that what surprised him had nothing to do with the wine.
She slowly drank the glass of wine to confirm this judgment.
It was just ordinary wine.
Compared to the almost childish conversations between Roland and the three girls about "King of Two Worlds" and "My Minister," she was more concerned about his unexpected reaction—only unintentional gestures wouldn't deceive people.
Something must have happened at that time.
Putting down the glass, Fei Yuhan looked in the direction of the hall exit, and a strong curiosity rose in her heart.