The city shrouded in the light curtain looks extraordinarily realistic, each building presents that simple and elegant atmosphere, with a sense of age; the streets are even more clean and tidy, paved with fine cobblestones. ..
And between the streets and buildings, one can still see figures walking through it, like the residents here, enjoying a life of living and working in peace and contentment, making the city look prosperous and lively.
When people outside the light curtain saw this scene, they couldn't help being stunned. They felt as if they had traveled through time and space and witnessed this vivid history with their own eyes.
So they all became agitated and flocked towards the light curtain, wanting to get closer and see more clearly; even the floating airships hovering in the sky slowly moved and moved towards the light curtain.
No one cares about why miracles come early, anyway, it's useless to care.
Gallo was also shocked by this wonderful scene, and after a while, he asked:
"Is this a miracle? There is knowledge in it?"
“It's really something special...”
The old bishop replied in a low voice:
"According to the records in the book, the miracles that descended before are often just a few indescribable patterns, a few paragraphs of unrecognized text, or even a few lines of unknown meaning, but they contain knowledge for people to understand."
"This is the first case where a large-scale illusion has been arranged with such fanfare like today..."
Misseran on the side keenly caught the key words in the old bishop's words, and asked hastily:
"Illusions? Are you saying that these are all fake?"
"Of course...the recurrence of history, how could it be true?"
The old bishop asked back with a smile.
And Gallo also said:
"Well, it is indeed an illusion."
The old bishop and Misseran were very curious about why he was so determined, but when they turned their heads, they saw that his eyes were as bright as light bulbs, and he actually used the magic of insight.
"You... what did you see?"
The old bishop hurriedly asked.
"It's hard to say, you can see for yourself."
As Gallo said, he gave the old bishop an insight with his backhand; then he rubbed Misseran's soft cheek on the grounds of performing a spell, and blessed her with insight.
In order to prevent accidents, he didn't dare to buff them for too long, and only buffed them for 3 minutes.
Both of them still remembered the lesson of looking directly at Jia Luo before, they didn't dare to look at him, they just looked at the light curtain.
After gaining insight into the spirit, the scene inside was suddenly different.
The images of those buildings and pedestrians are no longer so realistic, as if the N card has suddenly been replaced by an A card, and the ultimate color has dropped to simple lines. Those buildings and pedestrians look like children's stick figure graffiti, where Constantly twisting.
And if you look closely at these distorted lines, you will find that they are like lines of text, conveying and revealing information...
Perhaps such information is the real gift
The old bishop and Misseran couldn't help but be fascinated, and three minutes passed before they knew it.
When Jia Luo's magical power dissipated automatically, the scene in front of the two of them changed back to the bustling ancient city. The old and the young all showed unfinished expressions, as if their thoughts had been interrupted, and they felt a little uncomfortable.
"How? Did you find anything?"
Gallo also withdrew his divine insight and discussed with the two of them.
The two quickly described what they saw and heard before, which was the same as what Gallo saw.
"Eh? It seems that you can also learn knowledge from those lines? Same as me."
Gallo nodded, and asked again:
"I learned a trick from it, how about you?"
"Hey... I was almost able to comprehend new knowledge just now, really almost..."
The old bishop said very regretfully.
"I also learned a little new pose..."
Misseran blushed and replied in a low voice.
"And what you learned is divine art? Why am I the recipe?"
The old bishop asked again with some dissatisfaction.
Although what can be learned from miracles varies from person to person, and it is normal to learn recipes, music and chess, but the old bishop is a priest after all, and theoretically speaking, he should learn divine arts first.
Gallo seemed very interested in the recipe, and continued to ask:
"What kind of dish is it? Can you fill in the missing part by yourself?"
The old bishop shook his head and replied:
"No, once this kind of gift is interrupted or interrupted, the previously learned part will be quickly forgotten, unless it can be learned in one go..."
"I have almost forgotten about this dish now, but I just vaguely remember that the main ingredient seems to be..."
As he said, he looked down at the little milk cat under his feet...
Little milk cat: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
"Uh... Forget it, I forgot all about..."
The old bishop finally shook his head, but he still didn't have time to say what the main ingredient was.
Gallo hurriedly asked Misseran again:
"Then what did you learn, Daidai?"
Misseran's pretty face flushed immediately, she shook her head hastily, and said:
"No... no... didn't learn anything..."
After finishing speaking, she quickly covered her cheeks again, swayed from side to side like a tumbler, her slender legs were slightly clamped, and said in a panic:
"What... didn't see anything..."
As she said before, what she learned was some gestures rather than knowledge, but she was too ashamed to say it...
The old bishop also saw her embarrassment, and instead of asking, he asked Gallo:
"Where is the divine art you learned? What is it like?"
"Probably like this..."
Gallo said, muttering words, his fingers fluttered up and down, blessing himself with the new version of the ship's magic.
I saw that his whole body shone slightly at first, and as the light dissipated, the top of his head was actually...
Raised a dull hair
"You say my name silently, and then think of something you want to say to me, but don't say it, just keep thinking about it in your heart."
Gallo continued.
The old bishop and Misseran nodded, thought about a sentence each, and kept repeating it in their hearts.
And the dull hair on the top of Gallo's head moved by itself, tilted out a certain arc, and kept spinning, as if scanning something.
Then he continued:
"Old bishop, you have been urging me to get married quickly..."
The old bishop nodded. What he had been thinking silently just now was "Gallo, it's time for you to get married!" 'This sentence.
"Do you want to go to the park with me?"
Gallo asked Misseran again:
Misseran nodded again and again, blushing with shame and anxiety,
All she was thinking was: 'Gallo, I want to go to the park with you! 'This sentence...
But I was terrified of being rejected.
But Gallo answered very simply:
"Okay, after we get back, let's go to the park!"