After driving off the ring road for about twenty minutes, the navigation indicated that the destination had been reached.

Roland looked around, but couldn't find any building that resembled a hospital. Instead, he saw several ornate, modern buildings that looked more like art exhibition halls.

"This is it," Garcia nodded.

"Are you sure?" Roland drove the car to the entrance with some skepticism, noticing the words "Rhine Green Field Sanatorium" hanging on the wall.

"Of course, because almost every newcomer I bring here has the same reaction as you."

Soon, several burly men in suits and sunglasses emerged from behind the gate, surrounding the car on both sides. One of them knocked on the window glass. "Sorry, this is private property and parking is not allowed."

Roland couldn't help but twitch his lips. Hey... why this treatment again? Did he say he was here to park? Does driving a van mean you can't visit patients?

He was about to pull out his Hunting License and shove it in the guy's face when Garcia rolled down the window and handed over a card. "The car was just bought recently, and the license plate hasn't been registered yet. Please register it."

The other person was obviously stunned. After taking the card, he looked at the car again and turned back to the monitoring room. When he came out again, his attitude had changed dramatically. "Sorry, Garcia xiaojie, the car you registered before wasn't this one, so we were—"

"Isn't it normal to change cars?" Garcia interrupted him calmly.

"That... is also true." The man looked at Roland. "May I ask who this is..."

"My driver."

The atmosphere became a little stiff for a moment, but the leader reacted first. "I understand, we will add the new license plate number for you now."

Soon, the gate opened, Roland released the clutch, and the van chugged slowly into the sanatorium.

Looking in the rearview mirror, he could roughly guess what those people were thinking.

She can only afford to change to a van and still insists on hiring a driver. Garcia is probably the most down-on-her-luck martial artist they've ever seen...

"Uh, I thought you wouldn't lie."

"That's because you don't understand me," Garcia shrugged. "In matters that don't violate principles, I'm not as rigid as you think. Besides, you are already a member of the association, it's just that your ID card hasn't been issued yet."

"Doesn't the Hunting License work?"

"Except for a few people, the specific holders of the license have always been a secret of the association. This is completely opposite to celebrity martial artists," Garcia replied seriously. "Although it represents the association's affirmation and entrustment, it also increases the risk of being targeted. In the association's history, there have been several records of Fallen Ones ambushing martial artists, and the latter were basically Hunters whose identities had been exposed."

So, as long as he reveals his identity, the Fallen Ones will send Natural Cores endlessly to his door?

However, considering the safety of Jieluo and the others in the Tongzi residential complex, Roland ultimately dismissed the idea.

After meeting with Lan, he could no longer simply treat the people of the Dream World as virtual NPCs.

Entering the interior of the sanatorium, Roland discovered that it was a world of its own - not only was the area extremely large, but it also had everything from small bridges and flowing water to gardens and lawns. He even saw signs for hot spring areas, swimming pools, and golf courses along the road, which were not inferior to some high-end scenic spots.

As expected, poverty limited his imagination.

Even as the King of Graycastle, he had never thought that a hospital could be built like this.

The inpatient building was located in the center of the sanatorium. Judging from the overall shimmering glass curtain wall design, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a star-rated hotel.

As the two entered the hall, a burly man, as imposing as a mountain, quickly approached them. He was about forty years old, with bronze skin, and the bulging muscles on his body stretched his martial arts robe high. The natural force fluctuations on his body were also extremely obvious, and Roland felt the pressure from more than ten meters away.

"He is master's master," Garcia whispered, then bowed slightly to the newcomer, "Guardian Panshi..."

"I'm sorry about Lan," Panshi squatted down halfway, holding her shoulders with both hands and said in a deep voice, "I failed to protect her."

Mentioning Lan, Garcia's expression became a little sad. She shook her head. "It's not your fault... When she was still alive, she often said that martial artists would one day sacrifice their lives to resist erosion. If you are afraid, you are not qualified to be a member of the association."

"She taught a good disciple," Panshi sighed. "Don't worry, I will definitely make those invaders pay the price."

"I am also willing to contribute to expelling the erosion."

Panshi nodded approvingly and stood up to look at Roland. "You should be Roland, the expert who hunts the Fallen Ones. This is our first meeting. I am Panshi, one of the four Guardians of Prism City."

"Hello," Roland took the initiative to shake hands with him.

"Thanks to your activity, the conflict between the old and new factions has been eased. I must thank you for this," Panshi said straightforwardly. "I hope you will continue to protect this world in the future."

"It is my duty," Roland replied decisively.

They even dared to dig at the foundation of his Dream World. How could he not completely eradicate these guys?

This sentence also cheered up Garcia a lot, as if the person she had brought out had finally found his way.

When it came to three o'clock, the visiting activity officially began—the entire team consisted of about twenty people, led by Panshi. Obviously, Prism City did not send out all its high-level personnel, but selected some representative figures, such as the celebrity martial artist Fei Yuhan.

To be honest, Roland felt a little guilty when he saw her. After all, during the joint extermination operation, he not only had Ling knock out all the survivors, but also inadvertently let Fei Yuhan hear some clues. He had originally prepared to deny everything, but he didn't expect that she didn't raise any objections. However, he would definitely not think that she had forgotten about it.

Therefore, on the way to the visit, Roland tried to keep the greatest distance from Fei Yuhan and avoided talking to her as much as possible. Fortunately, she was quite popular with everyone, and she was the focus of attention in every room, so she didn't have time to confront him.

Shaking hands with the injured and saying a few words of encouragement was pretty much the entire process of the activity. Since Garcia was not in the team, and he was also a newcomer to the association, he hardly knew any of the high-level personnel, so the entire activity was more of an opportunity to become familiar with the Guardians. Presumably, they had asked him to come for this reason.

"The injured person in the next room is called Valkyris," the accompanying doctor looked at the roster. "She was quite seriously injured before. We should have let her rest well. But since you are here, take a look at her. If possible, please keep quiet as much as possible."

"Of course, the rehabilitation of association members is the most important thing," Panshi nodded and opened the door.

The wards in the building were all single rooms, with an area even larger than the Tongzi building's accommodations, easily accommodating more than twenty people. Roland habitually walked at the back of the team, moving forward when it was his turn to shake hands.

However, when he looked at the other person in the crowd, he couldn't help but be surprised.

That face was extremely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere—slender eyebrows, cold eyes, a high and straight nose, and perfectly proportioned lips, which could definitely be called exquisite. Even placed on cyan skin, it was not inferior, or rather, even more special.

He was stunned for a while before searching for the source of this familiarity in his mind.

It was the fragment he had seen in the memory fragments of the Tongzi Building.

A promotion ceremony held in the City of Devils, whose host resembled the Valkyris in front of him!

Roland almost thought that the high-ranking Devil had also broken through the barrier of the Dream World and "invaded" here from the fragmented world behind the door.

But when he suppressed his shock and carefully looked at the other person, he found that the two were not exactly the same.

The biggest difference was that the other person's forehead was smooth and did not have a vertical third eye.