Release that Witch

When I saw you, Roland felt both surprised and taken for granted. "Who are you?"

"A trapped person who is seeking help." He stunned for the next four weeks. "I know that you have a lot of words to ask me. We can sit down and talk slowly, just choose the seat next to the window."

"Don't go to the 302 room?" He stared at each other and sat down on the seat near the street.

"The place is to avoid the eyes and ears. Since there are no other people here, it is natural to sit anywhere." He said casually, "Yes, since it is a coffee shop, can you have a cup of ice for me?"

"I thought that the secret talk was about a terrifying secret, which made people nervous and leaked, and it would lead to great disasters."

"The value of the secret depends on the person who hears it. Not to mention staying in the ground all day, but also to guard against the expansion of erosion, the nerves are already nervous enough. It is easy to come out, naturally it is easy to get better." "Do you have a glass of ice, thank you."

Roland stared at her for a moment, and she didn't have a good air. "I only have instant here."

"No problem."

Hell, obviously on his own site, but it seems to be dominated by her anti-customer... He poured the brewed coffee liquid and milk into the cup in the refrigerator, and added two ice cubes to the other side. Throughout the process, his eyes did not leave.

"Reassured, I won't disappear from the air," he shrugged.

"That can be said," Roland said, not blindly. "I used to contact you, and I went to Prism City twice, but at that time you just disappeared completely. Since you left a note. Why not talk to me directly?"

This time, I was silent for a long time before whispering, "Because the time has not yet arrived, the child."

Timing... not yet? Roland paused. "What do you mean, let me discover that the Red Moon...is actually eroding, more credible than telling me to take this initiative?"

"Your response is very fast, which makes me look forward to you a little more."

“Looking forward to help you?” Roland couldn’t help but sigh. “Your look is nothing like a person who needs help urgently.”

"What kind of performance do you think will make you believe? Urgently begging? Holding your thighs and crying? Or is it a lot of rewards?" He shook his head, "No, even me. If you do this, you won't easily believe that it will only make things worse."

You don't know how to know the result. Roland wanted to go back to the joke. The words went to the mouth but swallowed. The other person is not the same age as Garcia. She is the chief disciple of the martial arts association, Garcia. Master, the predecessor of his predecessors. If the time stamps seen in the reflection church are counted, then her age is probably seven or eight hundred years old. Looking at the characters who seem to have come out of history, he finds that he can't help but converge a lot.

"Okay..." Roland sat down across the street and roughly combed the countless questions in his head. "Have you been a member of the federation?"

"I have nothing to do with your world." He said, "I was born here, and I will sleep here, although this is a very long process."

"But I saw your portrait in the reflection church."

“It’s not surprising that there are similarities in appearance,” she interrupted. “Not to mention the records that have survived in history, and there is not much value for reference.”

"This is too much of a coincidence." Roland frowned.

"If you pull the timeline long enough, you will find that any coincidence is no different. Instead of thinking about the past, it is better to put the main energy into the present."

She may not know it, or she may deliberately conceal it, but Roland knows that without the help of the nightingale, it is impossible to judge the authenticity in a few sentences with the level of his observation. Since the other party answers this way, it doesn't make sense to entangle it. It is better to ask more questions.

"So... what is the magic?"

Raising his mouth, "You should have already vaguely guessed that it is nothing. The existing system cannot explain it because it does not belong to this world, just as low-dimensional creatures cannot understand high-dimensional structures. Currently only What we know is that we can use it, so you can also describe it in a common word: the power of chance."

Sure enough... just like the power of nature. Roland thought, no, no... It’s not accurate, it’s not the same as the power of nature, but they are all the same thing. In order to explain to yourself what magic is from another angle, the dream world will become like this. "That was the explanation you made at the Welcome Conference in Prism City... and the speculation in the book "The Reasons for Being" is... really?"

One is the origin and essence of erosion, and the other is the inference of the constant reincarnation of the battle of God. These two are the problems he most wants to clarify.

"Inaccurate, but you can think so." The answer was unexpectedly refreshing.

"I want to know the exact statement."

"That's more than your ability to understand, and you can't accurately express it with your writing system." She took a sip of coffee. "In addition, all my actions are under the supervision of "God", and once revealed, it may harm it. The message that both worlds will be destroyed. So keep in mind that only the things you personally realize are the real answer. ”

Roland couldn't help but smack the mouth. This is not the same as saying that I am lying for you.

"Is it capable of destroying the world?"

"So I used the gods to refer to it. After all, this is the image that is most likely to have this ability in your consciousness."

"What is the purpose of the gods?"

"Let the battle of divineity continue."

"What is your relationship with the gods?"

This time I did not answer immediately, but hesitated. "I am the one who betrayed it."

"betray?"

"Yes, this kind of reincarnation will never end. I don't want to be trapped in this place. And reincarnation means wear and tear. One day, the gods will collapse. By then, no matter which world." It will become dead."

Roland looked at her for a while, "Then the purpose of your search for me is..."

"I need your help, child," he said. "I don't want to avoid his eyes. "I need you to stop the battle of God and stop it completely."

"You mean, win the war?"

"No, that's just a new round of reincarnation," he shook his head. "If you want to stop it, you must replace the gods!"

Roland couldn't help but hold it. This answer... is really sensational.

He took a breath. "Sorry, please forgive me."

"Why?" I couldn’t help but the expression on my face had some changes that were different from before.

"What you told me, I can't verify it, not to mention that you even admit that you can only use ambiguous answers in order to avoid the surveillance of the gods. Sometimes misleading often only requires one word, which means I have May be cheated by you, still helping you count the money. After all, you claim to betray the gods, is it easier to betray me?” Roland’s hand, “It’s not something I’m good at, so replacing the god’s great career, you still look for it. Let others."

"If you can do this"

"Call," Roland said. "Is it good to not make a lot of rewards? You just said that this will only make things worse."

This time, I watched him for ten minutes. "No... I changed my mind."

"That's not very useful," Roland got up and poured himself a cup of coffee. "The short reward is like a carrot hanging in front of the scorpion. It looks good, but it doesn't make sense to eat it."

"You should at least listen to me."

"I already said that"

"You can let the ashes return to the world."

"Hey!"

Roland stopped and the cup in his hand slipped to the ground and fell.