Chapter 1223
Chapter 1223: Lan
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Roland was a little surprised to see Lan, although he had somehow predicted that she would come . He asked, "Who are you exactly?"
"A person who needs help," Lan said while looking around . "I understand you have a lot of questions for me . We can sit down and have a chat . Let's sit over there by the window . "
"Don't we need to go to Room 302?" Roland asked as he watched Lan take the seat .
"The reason I asked you to meet me here is to avoid curious ears . Since nobody's here, just take a seat you like," Lan said casually . "By the way, as this is a coffeeshop, can I have an ice coffee?"
"I thought you were disclosing a big secret to me, so I've been very cautious, making sure that nobody will overhear us . "
"A secret will only become a secret when the eavesdropper recognizes its value . I monitor the Erosion underground every day and do need to take a break from time to time," Lan said gracefully . "One ice coffee, please . "
Roland gazed at her for a second and then grumbled, "I only have instant coffee here . "
"That's fine . "
Roland was a little frustrated to see Lan act as if she were the owner of the shop . He added some milk to the coffee and put two ice cubes in it . His eyes were glued to Lan during the whole process .
"Rest assured . I won't disappear," Lan said while shrugging .
"I don't know about that," Roland said, his eyes fixed on Lan resolutely . "I once asked Garcia to contact you and went to the Prism City twice, but you vanished . Why didn't you talk to me? Why did you just leave me a note?"
Lan lapsed into a short silence before she answered on a sigh, "Because we weren't ready yet at that time, child . "
Weren't ready? A little astonished, Roland pursued, "You mean you've been waiting for me to find out about the Bloody Moon, well, the Erosion myself?"
"You're quite smart . I now expect more from you . "
"Expect what from me?" Roland grunted . "You don't look like a person who needs help . "
"Then what should I do to convince you? Do I have to beg and cry for your help? Or you want a reward from me?" Lan said while shaking her head . "No, I don't think you'd trust me even I did so . That'll only push you away . "
Roland wanted to joke around, saying "You never know", but somehow the words abandoned him . Lan was much older than Garcia . She was the Chief Disciple of the Defendender of the Martialist Association, the senior of his senior . If she was really the person in the Reflection Church, she was probably 700 to 800 years old, a historical figure, so to speak . At this thought, Roland put up a more serious look .
"Alright . . . " Roland said as he sat down across the table, and went over the questions he had in his head . "Were you a member of the Union?"
"I have nothing to do with your world," Lan replied . "I was born here and will also die here, although it's won't happen until many many years later . "
"But I saw your portrait in the Reflection Church — "
"That's nothing," Lan interrupted Roland . "It's just a historical record that doesn't really say anything . "
"But what are the odds that you and the person in the picture look exactly the same!" Roland argued while knitting his brows .
"If you think further, there are many coincidences in the history . Compared to dwelling on something in the past, you'd better focus on the present . "
Roland knew Lan might be pretending . Without Nightingale, he could not tell whether she was telling the truth or not . There was no point in keeping arguing with her, so he immediately changed his question .
"So, what's magic power exactly?"
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