Chapter 1146 - In the Name of Rose (1/2)
Chapter 1146: In the Name of Rose
Translator: Transn Editor: Transn
An ominous sense of foreboding flooded over Roland. Somebody was obviously watching him in this Dream World.
Roland looked up and scanned the faces of everyone across the hall.
Who was doing this?
A waiter? An enterpreneur? Or an Awakened?
Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves at this party. He was the only person being paranoid here.
Roland took a deep breath to calm himself down.
The messenger must be the same person who had left the note in the book.
“Rose Café, No. 302.”
Without a doubt, this person wanted to meet him.
This was something beyond the Force of Nature. Unlike witches who possessed various supernatural abilities, martialists were physically faster, sharper, and more powerful than common people. They could, to some extent, release their energy to create some sort of magic, but, overall, they were more combatants than wizards.
Plus, Roland did not sense any fluctuations in the Force of Nature.
In other words, those words were more likely a result of some other unknown, more superior power.
Which was probably what made the Dream World transform.
“Hmm… some non-player character is apparently keeping an eye on me,” Roland said under his breath. The time in the Dream World was frozen when Roland was awake, so Roland believed, other than the visiting witches and those defeated by Zero, everybody else was fictitious. No matter how “real” they seemed to be, they were controlled and manipulated by the creator of this world. Now, that creator seemed to have noticed Roland’s presence and sent him a message.
“When did this start?” Roland wondered.
Was it from the moment he had borrowed the book from Garcia, or the moment he had found the person in the Reflection Church, who had been dead for over 800 years, look exactly the same as Lan in the Dream World?
Or had it started even earlier when he and Zero had fought the Battle of Souls.
Roland had absolutely no idea.
He did not want to dwell on this matter either.
The more important thing was what that creator was trying to convey.
“Roland?” Dawnen’s voice pulled Roland back to the present. “Are you OK?”
“Yes… I’m fine,” Roland said, a little flustered. While shaking his head, he said smilingly, “I’m coming.”
After making sure that the wine glass was back to normal, Roland put it down on the table closest to him and followed the witches.
“You should try this. It’s so tender, but you have to wait for a while…”
Saint Miran handed Roland some barbequed French foie gras that smelled amazing.
Roland felt very embarrassed when he saw the three witches dominate the tables and take all the food the chef had just served.
Some ladies in the hall started to complain.
Their voices were carried back to Roland —
“Who brought them here?” “They’re pretty cute, but they look as though they haven’t eaten for ages.” “Look at what they’re wearing. I hope they aren’t some little tramps.” “Poor things. It’s like they’ve been starving for hundreds of years.”
Roland gave those gossiping women a cool stare. He did not even bother asking them to stop.
“Sorry, but yes, they literally haven’t eaten for hundreds of years.”
“We ought to bring some of these to our friends.”
“Right!”
Roland lapsed into thought again as he chewed the barbequed French fois gras distractedly.
Since the creator had enormous power, why did he not talk to him in person? Why did he make everything so difficult?
Did he fear that he would frighten Roland, or he did not have such an opportunity?
Roland did not think that the creator really cared about his poor nerves. The message in his wine had indeed scared the hell out of him.
He thought of the note in the book again.
“We’ll meet when we receive divine revelation.” Roland ran these words through his head several times and gasped out. “Does it refer to…”