The world inside the shell, the Kingdom of Saint Isa.
A group of young girls in Lutheran uniforms strolled in the sun, laughing and talking about the recent news of the Holy Election.
"By the way, I heard that this holy election meeting, the Pope attaches great importance to it, and will come to the scene in person."
"It's not surprising that the Pope will also come to the previous Holy Election Conference? After all, this is an event to elect the Holy Maiden."
"But in the past, the Pope appeared at the end. This time the Holy Election will appear at the beginning, which is the first time in history."
"Indeed, the Pope has always been busy. I heard last month that the Lord received an oracle to go to the Yidia mining area to prevent the disaster from coming. Yesterday, I learned from the church newspaper that the Pope is planning to order someone to lead a team to the heretical country of machinery. , to spread the Gospel.”
"Under the leadership of such a kind Pope, the Holy Church will thrive... I'm already looking forward to the Holy Election Conference."
While the 'alternate saints' were chatting, a blond woman with a drawing tool suddenly stopped.
"Sister Feng, what's the matter with you?" the girl holding hands with the blonde woman asked suspiciously.
The blonde woman known as 'Sister Feng' smiled and said, "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered that I have several kinds of pigments that are particularly suitable for mixing Shengxing Blue, but I didn't bring them out. I'll go back and get them now."
The girl looked at the other 'alternate saints', and then at Sister Feng. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded and said, "Well, let's go to Yidu Church to wait for you first."
They gathered together today to let Sister Feng draw the most beautiful holy painting, which will be presented to the bishop at that time. So, even with paint details, they want the best.
Painter Feng nodded: "Okay, I'll be back soon."
After all, painter Feng was carrying a painting tool about half the size of her body, turned his head and walked towards the street where he lived.
However, what the girls didn't know was that although she was walking towards the residence, after a block of streets, she suddenly disappeared, turned into a gust of wind, and came to a lake in the suburbs in an instant.
When he saw an island in the center of the lake, painter Feng's eyes lit up and flew to the island in the center of the lake.
When he came to the island in the heart of the lake, Feng painter shook his head and breathed out: "After coming to the Lutheran Church, the sense of being probed became stronger and stronger, and there was no time to relax... Fortunately, that suspected mysterious thing cannot be circumvented. Over the water."
Only in places surrounded by water did she feel at ease physically and mentally.
After taking a sigh of relief on the island in the heart of the lake, she waved her hand gently, and an oil painting hidden in the depths of the space appeared in front of her.
This oil painting is of a female bust.
This woman is extremely beautiful, not only from the appearance, but even from the paper, she can feel her bones and her inner core, which are all flawless.
Even if this painting was painted by himself, painter Feng still feels heartbroken every time he sees it.
After admiring the painting for a while, painter Feng reached out his hand and touched the picture of the oil painting. Strangely, her fingers did not touch the surface of the paper, but penetrated into the painting, creating a circle of ripples in the space.
After a while, a lazy and hoarse voice sounded from the painting: "My dear Feng, do you know what you are doing?"
"You are destroying art, you are disturbing my painting! Even if you are my best friend, you have to pay for your recklessness."
After a while of silence, Feng said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you some news in a hurry, I didn't realize that dear Ms. Rowling was painting. I will pay for my mistakes, um... A box of stars Color paint?"
"Two boxes."
Feng was silent for a moment, and nodded with some pain: "Okay, two boxes. However, when Ms. Rowling finishes painting, I hope to see your paintings."
"That's natural. After all, you are the most famous painter in the universal plane, Miraphael Feng."
The voice fell, and the lady in the oil painting came out of the painting as if alive.
After she stood still, she first looked at the surrounding environment, the forest, the lake, and the ancient city wall in the distance.
"I remember that a year ago, you were still in the country of the heart in the world for that mysterious thing. This is obviously not the country of the heart..." said the elegant Ms. Rowling, looking back at her close friend behind her. Feng.
"Huh?" When Ms. Rowling saw Feng, she was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.
"I never thought that the famous magic painting wizard actually has a hobby of women's clothing." Rowling covered her mouth and chuckled.
"No way, this is the Lutheran Church of St. Isa Kingdom, and only women are allowed to step in. I'm here for a mysterious thing." Feng sighed helplessly, "I have no choice but to."
Rowling raised her eyebrows: "I can feel that you are not at all repulsive in your heart. It seems that you have benefited a lot from this image~"
Feng coughed twice: "No, no."
Rowling can't believe it. As the former Queen of the Central Empire, even if she has become a soul now, her ability to see people has not regressed. Feng, he must have done some shady deeds by relying on women's clothing.
Feng's back was chilled by Rowling's eyes, in order to prevent her eyes from getting weirder, he quickly changed the subject and said, "I called you out this time because my spiritual sense told me that I stayed at Xinghu Castle at the beginning. The inscription space is touched."
Rowling's expression froze, and after a long while, she lowered her head and sighed softly, "Xinghu Castle... It's such a distant and familiar name."
After feeling emotional, Rowling looked at Feng: "The inscription space has been touched, which means that my descendants have entered it?"
Feng nodded: "That's right, the ray of spirituality you left at the beginning was also triggered."
"So, that person should also have a near-spiritual body." Rowling's eyes had a hint of re-examination emotion: "That is my bloodline descendant. Thinking about it makes people inexplicably excited. I really hope to see him soon. "
Feng: "If you want to see him, at least he has to be a gifted person."
Rowling: "Didn't you keep witch soup that increases your mental strength? If you can't go to the transcendent path after drinking witch soup, then he is not qualified to come to see me."
After Rowling finished speaking, half of her figure got into the oil painting again: "You don't have to worry about my blood descendant in the future, unless, one day, he really finds me, and then call me again."
After speaking, Rowling disappeared into the painting.
Feng shrugged and muttered in a low voice, "It was you who called me back then. As long as there is news about the inscription space, I will tell you. Now it seems like it doesn't matter."
"I haven't returned to the painting yet..." Rowling's voice came from the mouth of the girl in the painting.
Feng quickly shut up.
After a long while, Feng confirmed that Rowling had returned to the depths of the world in the painting, and then let out a long breath.
He also stopped talking about the inscription space, but looked towards the end of the sky with a slight emotion in his eyes: "When I mention the inscription space, it reminds me of the Old Earth Continent not far from the Apocalypse Continent..."
"Do you want to recycle the things you put there? Renekton has wanted it for a long time... Forget it, this is the fate set by the Book of Kayle."
"However, the key is in Odklas's hand, and the thing is placed there again. The entrance is still a secret door. Can someone really get the key and find the direction?" Feng was a little unconvinced, but the Book of Kyle As the top-level mystery, there should be nothing wrong with it.
"It doesn't matter, if someone really gets that thing and can use it, it will definitely shine endlessly."
"I will meet you eventually."
After he finished speaking, Feng lifted the blond hair that was hanging by his ear.
"It's time to go back."
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On the other side, the gondola left Star Lake Castle and set sail again.
"Why don't you stay?" Angel looked at Little Sam on the opposite side: "Star Lake Castle should be a good home for you at the moment."
"Although the castle is good, I can't see hope here." Little Sam said at this moment, and glanced at Angel secretly.
Then, sneaking a second look... A third look.
In the end, Little Sam no longer looked at him secretly, but stared at Angel with a straight face, and his whole expression was full of "I have something to say, ask me, ask me!".
Angel was silent for a moment, but still agreed with the child: "What do you want to say?"
Little Sam's eyes lit up immediately: "Mr. Pat, I saw Queen Rowling and said that when I go to a few specific points in the Fan Continent, I can wait for the superhumans who have received the guiding quest, and they will take me into the wizarding organization, yes Really?"
"That's right." Angel simply explained the significance of the guiding quest to various wizarding organizations. At the same time, it also shows that some wizarding organizations will not guide the talented people in a peaceful way. If you encounter a dark wizard and have a "nine cabin blood fight" or something, you can only admit it.
Little Sam: "Then, can I join Mr. Pat's wizarding organization? Where can I find the leader of Mr. Pat's organization?"
Angel looked at Little Sam's hopeful eyes, and pondered: "I don't know about this either. I didn't take the guidance task, but I can help you ask."
Little Sam couldn't hide his excitement: "That's great!"
Angel didn't say anything else, and let little Sam be excited. He said he was going to ask, but in fact he already had the idea of guiding Little Sam into the Savage Cave.
The reason why he didn't make a promise right away is simply because his mental strength hasn't been measured yet. If drinking witch soup is not enough, then there is no need for him to introduce it.
Soon, the gondola left the mountains and headed towards the town of Perai next to the city of Saint-Sem.
This time he said that he was coming to San Sem City, just because San Syme City was the benchmark of the Central Empire. In fact, his destination was the orphanage in Bolai Town, where he went to meet Floyd.
In almost two minutes, they arrived at Bolai Town.
Angel released an illusion, covered the gondola's trail, and landed in an alley.
After a while, Angel and Sam came out of the alley.
When he came to Bolai Town again, Angel was still impressed by the literary atmosphere here. Even if it is still early in the morning, he can still see the painter who wakes up in the morning, painting the rising sun on the bank of the river; the person who practices the voice on the roof, the beautiful wake-up call; and the person who enjoys a night of singing party, with a satiety smiling, passing in front of them.
There is an atmosphere of art all the time here.
This is only a small town close to the city of Saint-Semme. If you really get to the city of Saint-Semme, you can even feel the gorgeous flower that literature and art bloom here.
Standing at the entrance of the alley, little Sam looked at this unfamiliar and familiar scene, with some indescribable timidity.
"Let's go." Angel patted Little Sam on the shoulder.
Little Sam nodded, followed behind Angel, and walked into the town in the early morning light.
"Mr. Pat, where are we going now?" Little Sam followed behind Angel and asked with some doubts.
"Take you to dinner."
Since he wants to test his talent for Little Sam, his physical state must naturally be at its best. Otherwise, using a weak body to test the value of mental power, perhaps the value will not be wrong, but the physical feedback caused by the rash of mental power is definitely unbearable for Little Sam.
After eating, Angel brought little Sam to Thyssen Lane.
Thyssen Lane is still as gloomy as before. Little Sam walked here, as if returning to the gloomy wind when he encountered the undead before.
At the end of Thyssen Lane is a dilapidated "Dream Orphanage" with a missing prefix.
"It's here. You can call it the Sweet Dream Orphanage, or you can call it... the Nightmare Orphanage."
…
Angel took Sam through the temporarily closed "Dead by Daylight" fantasy world, all the way to the inside of the dilapidated orphanage.
I saw Flode, who had been waiting for a long time.
In reality, Floyd's figure is very solid, and he can't see the appearance of his soul at all. At first, little Sam even thought it was a person.
It wasn't until Floyd passed through the wall without any obstacle that Little Sam realized that something was wrong.
Floyd looked at Little Sam, whose eyes were full of surprise, and looked at Angel curiously: "Sir, who is he?"
"I met him halfway, and he has some special talents." Angel was naturally embarrassed to say that he was lost, and said vaguely: "He hasn't slept all night, you take him to the room to rest first, and I'll take him later. tell you the situation."
Floyd nodded and looked at Little Sam, with a hint of intimacy in his eyes that he hadn't even noticed himself: "Come with me."
After Floyd and Sam left, Angel closed his eyes and went to the Wilderness of Dreams.
The location where he entered the Wilderness of Dreams was the top floor of the treehouse bar. He found a spot at random. Angel took out a transparent glass plate and logged into the mother tree network.
Soon, he found the message left to him in the trees.
"My dear brother, although I can't return to the Old Land with you, my heart is with you. This is the first time I use the tree group, and I don't know if you can receive my news, but I can't. If so, Floyd will tell you too.”
"By the way, I saw a fragrance meaning guide in the tree group forum. The author is Ms. Lianna. Is that the witch I thought? If so, does this mean that the wilderness of dreams has begun to small-scale. Is it open?"
This is a message from his brother Leon to him.
Angel thought for a while, and told Leon that the Wilderness of Dreams would be open in a small area at the tea party.
Leon was not in the Wilderness of Dreams, and he couldn't get a reply in a short time, so Angel stood up and walked towards the door.