After Barov left, Roland put the statistics table in the drawer, looked at Nightingale, and wanted to ask what happened to her, but after hesitating for a while, he was unable to ask.
He had a vague answer in his heart, but it always seemed embarrassing to say such things. If he guessed wrong, it would be even more embarrassing. Roland had no choice but to swallow these words, "Let's go to the North Slope Mine next."
"Want to see how Soraya's new abilities have changed?" Even though Nightingale's behavior became a little strange, her attitude was still the same as before. She took off her hood and smiled, "Let's go."
Perhaps he was thinking too much, looking at the witch who hurried to his side, Roland thought.
The impact of the hot air balloon ride that day was far more than one or two people.
He never imagined that Soraya would actually become the second witch whose abilities had undergone a qualitative change.
In fact, she didn't even notice the change herself.
Roland also happened to find this out yesterday.
Since the hot air balloon was given to Anna as a gift, it has been placed in the castle courtyard. Anyone who wants to see the scenery from the sky can just call Anna and Lightning. Until it rained the day before, Roland suddenly remembered that the hanging basket woven from rattan would become soft and peeling after being soaked in water. Even if it was dried in the sun, its toughness would be reduced, so he thought of taking it back to the castle.
He originally planned to ask the attendant to do this, but after thinking about it, the hot air balloon was a gift to Anna, and the ropes and airbags were easily damaged, so he decided to bring it back to the castle himself. He called the hummingbirds to the vestibule, but the result surprised him.
I saw that the hanging basket was full of patterns, all of which were a bird's-eye view of Border Town from the sky, but unlike the previous photo-style painting method, this time her painting seemed to stand upright. Roland couldn't care about the falling raindrops, and when he looked closely, he realized that her painting had thickness for the first time.
It is not surprising that paintings have thickness. In theory, real paintings should have thickness because the paint itself has thickness. In oil painting, this thickness can even be used: using brushstrokes, brushes or scrapers to create uneven texture, through layer changes to enhance texture and enhance the expressiveness of the picture.
But Soraya is different, her paintings are not drawn with pens and paints, but the embodiment of magic.
So the thickness created by these magic powers is extraordinarily strange.
He still remembered that when he gently touched the raised trees with his hands, it seemed that he was really scraping the branches and green leaves. They were not hard solids, but slightly soft gelatinous things. When touching the ground, the touch was much tougher, as if he was really touching a stone.
Simply incredible.
And the rainwater flows down the landscape, unable to soak into the rattan.
Back at the castle, he immediately called Soraya, and Nightingale confirmed this. Under the observation of the fog, the magic in Soraya's body was no longer a golden gas-like vortex like before, but condensed into a continuous spinning... ribbon.
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Walking into the compound of the military factory, Anna greeted him with a smile and gave Roland a big hug.
Since the relationship was revealed, her intimacy in front of her has obviously increased. Roland rubbed her head in a good mood, and the silver hairpins on her hair gleamed in the sunlight.
However, from the corner of his eye, he saw that Soraya, who was also about to come over and salute, stood at a loss, and finally turned her eyes away with a blushing face, pretending to not see anything.
"Cough," Nightingale pulled Soraya back to the table and asked loudly, "Did you draw all of this?"
Roland smiled and shook his head, let go of Anna, and walked over with her.
I saw that the table was covered with Soraya's paintings, which were exactly the scenery that could be seen in the yard. The only difference was the thickness of the paintings. Centimeter This is also what Roland arranged for her training this morning, trying as much as possible to test how thick the paint generated by magic power can be.
"This is the thickest one?" Roland touched the three-centimeter-thick scroll with his fingers. When enchanting the blue sky, that part of the paint was soft as if it had no texture, but sliding down to the yard wall, he immediately felt it. To the gritty friction feel.
It seems that it is as he guessed, the things drawn after the evolution of the magic pen are not only the same in shape and color as the real thing, but even the touch is close to the real thing.
"It can be thicker, but beyond this thickness, the consumption of magic power will become very large," Soraya pointed to a brown protrusion on the table, "I wanted to draw a tree outside the wall, but I just painted If you take a trunk, it will cost half of your magic power."
"So you drew this?" Roland stretched out his hand to compare and found that the paint was ten centimeters thick. "I thought it was really a piece of tree bark standing up."
Having said that, the bond between it and the table top was so strong that the prince grabbed the bark with his hands and lifted it up until the two legs of the table were off the ground, and the bark could not be separated from the table.
Nightingale took out the dagger and cut it for a long time before cutting a small hole at the bottom. "It seems that this thing is embedded in the table."
In the end, it was Anna who cut it open, and the black flames turned into silk threads and swept across the table, and the paint emitted a white smoke and fell in response. The fracture is smooth but not smooth, with black burn marks. Roland picked up the fallen paint and held it in his hand, only to find that it was much lighter than he thought.
"How did you suddenly think about changing the style... no, I mean, how did you decide to fill the painting with thickness?" he asked.
"I think it's probably because it's the first time I've seen such a scenery," Soraya said as she recalled, "I only realized when I was looking down at the earth from the air that the paintings you made before were almost as real as you said. The pictures of the scene are actually unreal, especially after I painted the scenery in the hanging basket.” She paused a little and slowed down, “The tops of the trees are pointed and will blow with the wind. The mountains are high and low, like undulating chests, rivers are embedded in the ground, and boats pass through them. This is what I see, not a thin plane. So I want to make the picture more Really, I want it to stand up like these magnificent views. But I repainted it several times without success... Just when I was a little depressed, I suddenly remembered the little ball you mentioned."
"Ball?" Roland raised his eyebrows.
"Well," she nodded embarrassedly, "that's what you taught us. I think if everything is made of small balls, then is the pattern also the same? I made a few more attempts to put The patterns under the magic brush are imagined as colorful spheres, they are stacked on each other, and finally form a whole block of color. Then... The picture suddenly squirmed, the emerald green trees rose up, the dark green river sank downward, and finally became I saw what you saw. The change surprised me and Anna at the time. If you hadn't mentioned it to me later, I would never have imagined that the ability had evolved."
"I see."
"But compared to Anna's black fire, my evolutionary ability seems to be of no use other than making paintings more vivid." Soraya stuck out her tongue.
"No... how could it be?" Roland shook his head, "In my eyes, it's not just a painting."
It would be a waste to use this ability only for painting, and he remembered the scene where the rain water slides over the surface of the gondola, but cannot sink into it at all. It is not so much a paint as it is a coating of magic. (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Please come.)