Chapter 1146: In the Name of Rose


    Trantor: Transn Editor: Transn


    An ominous sense of foreboding flooded over Rnd. Somebody was obviously watching him in this Dream World.


    Rnd 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.


    Rnd 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 thanmon people. They could, to some extent, release their energy to create some sort of magic, but, overall, they were morebatants than wizards.


    Plus, Rnd 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-yer character is apparently keeping an eye on me," Rnd said under his breath. The time in the Dream World was frozen when Rnd was awake, so Rnd 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 manipted by the creator of this world. Now, that creator seemed to have noticed Rnd’s presence and sent him a message.


    "When did this start?" Rnd 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.


    Rnd 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.


    "Rnd?" Dawnen’s voice pulled Rnd back to the present. "Are you OK?"


    "Yes... I’m fine," Rnd said, a little flustered. While shaking his head, he said smilingly, "I’ming."


    After making sure that the wine ss was back to normal, Rnd 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 Rnd some barbequed French foie gras that smelled amazing.


    Rnd felt very embarrassed when he saw the three witches dominate the tables and take all the food the chef had just served.


    Somedies in the hall started toin.


    Their voices were carried back to Rnd —


    "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."


    Rnd 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!"


    Rndpsed 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 Rnd, or he did not have such an opportunity?


    Rnd 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 revtion." Rnd ran these words through his head several times and gasped out. "Does it refer to..."


    The arrival of the Bloody Moon?


    The appearance of the Bloody Moon marked the beginning of the Battle of Divine Will.


    So, he could only talk to the messenger at that time?


    But howe a person in the Dream World would know things in the other? Time remained frozen in this world if Rnd chose not toe here.


    Even if they were supposed to meet when the Bloody Moon appeared, Rnd still had no idea where they were going to meet up.


    God only knew where the hell the Rose Café was.


    Why not just meet in the apartment or some other well-known building?


    While Rnd wasining internally, two middle-aged businessmen walked past him.


    "I heard that you’re going to build a new golf course?"


    "It has been just approved. I put tons of money into it. Do you y golf, Mr. Gao?"


    "Sometimes. I’m not big on sports, but I’m more interested in the master you recently hired. Someone told me that you just gave three million away."


    "I had to. It’s all about luck. You know how important luck is for us. I can always earn more money, and I’ve heard that the names given by that master always bring huge profits."


    "So what is it called?"


    "Green Meadow. It’s right across from the Clover Group’s green project."


    "Haha, such a pleasant coincidence."


    Rnd stood still. He did not hear a single word of their subsequent conversation.


    "That’s right! You can always give it a name yourself!"


    For the past few weeks, he had been asking the witches to look for the Rose Café, but he had forgotten one thing — he could totally open a coffeeshop and name it Rose Café.


    If that person really wanted to talk to him, he should not have picked a ce Rnd had never heard of.


    If that person had the power to write in his wine, he would certainly know about Rnd’s new café.


    Rnd had already taken over the second floor of the warehouse. He simply needed to rent another two venues next door to open his coffeeshop.


    He could evenbine these venues into a huge room, add necessary amenities such as tables, chairs and a bar counter, and set the room number as 302!


    The Taqu witches could be both waitresses and customers.


    Rnd quickly made up his mind after he did a rough calction of his current funds.


    ...


    Fei Yuhan picked up Rnd’s wine ss after thetter left the party.


    She had seen that this new licensed hunters wrench the ss away in great shock, but catch it just in time. It was as though it was not a ss of champagne, but a piece of red hot coal. For a split second, she had even seen Rnd freak out.


    What would make a licensed hunter so unnerved?


    Fei Yuhan could not think of anything.


    Even death would not frighten him so much.


    And this was just a ss of wine.


    Fei Yuhan was not sure if this was just her imagination.


    But she did see cracks in the globet stem, which indicated that Rnd had lost control of himself. Only newly awakened martialists would make such errors.


    She thus judged that what ever Rnd had seen was definitely something extraordinary.


    Fei Yuhan sniffed the rim of the ss but did not perceive any noticeable odor. Rnd had not touched the champagne, which meant what had shocked him had nothing to do with the wine itself.


    She slowly gulped down the wine and confirmed her theory.


    This was just ordinary wine.


    She was more curious about Rnd’s reaction at that very moment than his ridiculous conversation with the three girls, which includes words like "the king of the two worlds" and my ministers", because at that moment, Rnd was real.


    Something must have happened at that time.


    Fei Yuhan put down the ss and looked at the entrance of the hall. Her gaze was burning with curiosity.