Chuxincheng, the second floor of the library.
Angel sat by the window, letting the sun shine on him. He held a thick-shell book called "Architecture and Art" in his hand, slowly flipping through it page by page.
After watching about a third of the time, the gray-haired little old man sitting opposite Angel made a regretful sound of "oops".
Angel looked up, and the first thing he saw was a slowly flying wisp of dust, followed by Nice with a helpless expression of bitterness.
"At the forty-eighth node of the third wandering, I chose the wrong activation path." Nice sighed and swept the gravel and dust on the table into the trash basket under the table.
These rubble and dust came from the slate engraved with a representative symbol of the Quest world. Because the cracking fails, the slate will be broken.
At this time, the garbage basket was already filled with a basket full of sand and gravel.
Nice took a note from the side that recorded the data information, which recorded the way of each failure to crack, so as to avoid the next recidivism. The manuscript has used ten pages, and each page is full of records, which shows how many times he has failed in the past few days.
After Niss recorded the failure experience again, he looked up at the opposite side, rubbed his hands, and said with a shy face: "Angol, look... No, it failed again."
There was no appeal in Nice's words, but his eyes and expressions contained strong expectations.
Angel was silent for a moment, put down the thick-shell book that Jon wrote in his hand, and said slowly: "This is the fourth time you have failed today. If you add the number of failures in the past few days, it has at least exceeded 20. times. Are you going to fail every node once?"
Ness denied with a sad face: "How come, I have carefully calculated the correct nodes, those node paths that are difficult to determine, I will also start to activate when I have compressed the fault tolerance to the lowest two options. If it is really every node I have failed almost four hundred times."
In the past five days in Nice, he has only failed 20 times in total, and he personally thinks that the value is already very good.
But he is not good at boasting, especially in front of Angel. In the past few days, Angel has almost lived in the underground altar, going in and out of the wilderness of dreams from time to time, and sending him a complete slate every once in a while. If the job was to be Nice, he would probably be annoyed himself, so he didn't dare to lose his temper at all, just for fear that Angel would throw his hands away when he was annoyed.
Angel looked at Nice's miserable expression, was silent for a moment, but resigned to his fate and returned to reality, using the dream conch to pull another slate depicting symbols into the wilderness of dreams. After all, he had promised Nice before, and he himself hoped that Nice could find the coordinates of the Quest world through the constant force in the symbol.
By the time Angel returned to the Wilderness of Dreams, Niss had already started to study the new slate.
Angel tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, and Nice raised his head suspiciously.
"I'm not busy researching, I have something to say." Angel said.
Although Nice was thinking about the solution, he didn't dare to ignore Angel's initiative at this time. He quickly put down the slate and motioned for Angel to speak directly.
"I'm ready to leave the Revelation Continent."
Nice snorted: "Are you planning to go back to the Savage Cave?"
Angel shook his head: "No, I'm going to the Old Land Continent to deal with... things that were once impossible to do."
What used to be impossible, what can be done now? Nice murmured in his heart, instead of asking what was going on, he asked, "Then what?"
"So I can't stay on the underground altar. If I want to continue to help you pull the slate, I have to pry open the slate floor on the altar and take it away." Angel: "I want to know, will there be anything wrong with this? influences?"
Nice pondered: "You have only brought in the slate these days, and the symbol is not damaged. It can be seen that you pry off the symbol on the slate, and it should have no effect."
After getting the answer, Angel nodded and motioned for Nice to continue his research, and he returned to reality.
After Angel left, Nice was about to pick up the slate to continue his research, but heard footsteps outside the usually deserted construction hall.
A man came in.
Nice's eyes lit up when he saw the visitor, who was a beautiful lady.
According to Nice's previous nature, he must have stepped forward to strike up a conversation, but now he pays more attention to the study of the slate, so he just glanced at it and lowered his head to continue the study.
But at this moment, the lady walked towards him.
"Sir, I was under the library just now. Through the open window, I saw a young man sitting across from you." The lady asked politely, "I don't know where he is now?"
On the other side, after Angel returned to reality, he was still near the underground altar.
But he wasn't the only one here, there was also Frode and... Turas.
Turas sat in the center of the altar, the whale swallowed the strong dead energy around him, and Frode stared wide-eyed outside the altar, staring at Turas in a daze, with an expression of disbelief.
"How?" Angel fell to Floyd's side.
Frode hasn't recovered yet, but subconsciously said: "Sir, what did you say?"
"I mean, how's the progress of Yada, Shanny, and Turas?" Angel asked.
It took Frode a long time to wake up, and he replied a little embarrassedly: "Yada and Shani have already begun to understand the tricks of the soul, but this is the first time they have come into contact with this specific ability practice, and it is estimated that it will take some time. , in order to start the official practice. As for Turas…”
Frode glanced at Turas on the altar: "His situation, the lord has also seen it. He has absorbed death energy for three days here, but he has not yet reached his upper limit, which is beyond ordinary undead. range!"
Angel was very calm: "After all, Turas was an undead that existed for thousands of years, and it was a very special undead. It has a high upper limit of death energy, which is normal."
Frode also knew some of Turas's situation, but he was also a undead, and he knew too much about the upper limit of the soul's accommodation. Turas simply didn't look like a undead of the same level as them. It was because of the contrast that Frode was so surprised.
Froude: "Half a day ago, Turas woke up once. According to what he said, he should be able to reach the peak of death today. However, perhaps it is because of his too optimistic personality. Like Yada, he The tolerance for death qi is extremely high, and there is no emotional change at all, even if it really reaches the peak of death qi, I don’t think there will be any signs of degeneration.”
"However, if your lord wants him to practice soul tricks, even if his death energy has reached its peak, it is better to wait until he is familiar with it for a month or two before starting..."
Angel brought Turas to reality, naturally preparing to let Turas also practice soul tricks.
However, since Floyd gave such a suggestion, Angel would also listen. Early practice and late practice have no effect on Turas.
"That's right. During this time, Turas has followed me, and he can also be my messenger with Nice, so that I don't always go in and out in order to pull a slate."
After Angel made a decision, he waited for Turas to wake up.
Floyd watched the billowing dead energy being swallowed up by Turas. After a moment of silence, he said: "I think it is a bit too subservient to let Turas practice ordinary soul tricks. Sir, consider it, if there is a special The undead let him absorb it, maybe it can further improve his ability... Turas is more suitable for absorbing special undead than me."
If it was Yada and Shani, Floyd would never suggest that, because he didn't think the two little guys had the ability to absorb special undead. But Turas is different. He used to be a special undead himself, with experience in using special abilities, and with his optimistic personality, even in the enclosed space of Silver Palm Island, it took a long time to fall; now, even if Let him absorb the special undead, maybe even the degenerate will not appear, and it can be digested.
Turas definitely suits better soul tricks.
Facing the suggestion given by Frode, Angel pondered for a moment: "It's hard to find special undead... However, I will consider it."
As time passed by, Tulas's whale swallow gradually weakened, and slowly reached the upper limit.
Before Frod felt that the dead energy that could not be digested in the underground cave for decades was obviously much weaker now. It can be seen how crazy Turas is absorbing death energy this time.
He opened his eyes after Turas stopped absorbing his death breath.
Just as Frode guessed, even if Turas allowed the death energy in his body to peak, he did not show any negative emotions, and he still looked silly and sweet. He even looked at the changes in his body, looked at Floyd with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why do you have such an expression, is there anything wrong with me?"
Floyd shook his head: "No problem, I just didn't expect that you can absorb death so much."
Turas raised his head, and under the horn helmet, his handsome face, which was completely out of tune with the muscles, showed a triumphant expression: "That's natural, I am the man who killed the legendary pirate with red beard!"
Angel said silently: "When you dominated the East Sea, Red Beard was actually only five or six years old, and you couldn't possibly have a war."
Turas didn't believe it at all, and still proudly said: "Don't lie to me, it's clearly recorded in "The Sound of the Tide in the Devil's Night"..."
Angel took a long sigh. He no longer wanted to say "that was a brain hole written by a later author". He had said it many times, and he would not believe it when he said it.
Turas just felt that the legendary pirate Redbeard was so powerful, but if he killed him in China, then he was even more powerful.
Frode also knew the character of Turas, so he helplessly rubbed his temples and did not argue with Turas. It was really hard for him to imagine that the famous "King of Violence" in history would be Turas, and the "King of Silly White" would be similar.
Neither Angel nor Frode were arguing with Turas, and Turas was naturally even more proud. When he stepped down from the altar, he walked out of the steps of disrespecting six relatives.
"My lord, I can no longer absorb death energy. Can I practice the soul trick you said now?" Turas blinked and looked at Angel.
Angel: "Familiarize yourself with it for a month or two."
"Will it take another month or two?" Turas didn't care about the time, and nodded: "Then I'll go back to Chuxin City first. I'm a sheriff. I've been absent for the past few days. I don't know what's going on in the city? "
Floyd said silently: "It's actually more stable when you're not there."
Turas hummed, completely disbelieving.
Angel took out the Church of the Dead and gave Turas shelter. However, before Turas entered the Church of the Dead, he also gave him the task.
"Let me stay in the library all the time?" Turas grimaced: "Can you not."
"No." Angel: "Remember that as soon as Nice's slate is broken, you return to reality and tell me."
Although Turas didn't want to stay in the library all the time, this was a rare task given by Angel after all, so he could only admit it with a sullen head.
After Turas returned to the Church of the Dead, Angel told Floyd that he was going to the Old Land Continent.
Frode nodded. He knew that Angel was going to the Old Land Continent before, but he didn't know what to do. He wanted to deal with family affairs, so Frode didn't ask too much.
After Angel put the Church of the Dead into the bracelet, he took out a revolver gun and handed it to Floyd.
"You take this first. There is still a complete white light bullet in it. If one white light bullet is not enough, I will find a way to go to the Sea of Ghosts to replenish ammunition later."
Floyd did not refuse. Yada and Shanni will practice soul tricks later, Yada should not be able to use it, but Shanni is likely to fall in death, and the reincarnation prelude at least gives a chance to recover.
After doing all this, Angel came to the altar and cut open the slate with the symbol, ready to carry it with him.
The moment Angel picked up the slate, there was a sudden "click" sound in his ears.
Looking down, the originally complete altar had a few more deep cracks.
Floyd also saw the crack, he thought for a moment and said: "The construction materials of the altar are ordinary stone, which was protected by this symbol before and was not eroded by death. But now the adults have taken the symbol away, without the protection, naturally There was a crack... just, why is this cracking so fast?"
Floyd didn't think much about it. He thought that it might be because Mrs. Shira stayed here all the year round, and the power in her body also corroded the altar, so there were signs of cracks so early.
Angel checked the cracked altar and determined that there were no omissions and dangers, and he didn't care about it. He took the slate and left the cave directly with Floyd.
…
The location where Turas returned to Chuxin City was the hall of the library. He had seen Angel here before, so it was also here when he came in.
"My lord said that the wizard of Nice is in the building hall on the second floor. The building... tsk tsk, even the building has a special library." That's what Turas said, but he still walked towards the second floor resignedly.
When he arrived at the museum, he paused and took a few books from inside. For a while in the future, he will follow Wizard Nice to find something to relieve boredom.
Holding a stack, Turas came to the building hall.
As soon as he stepped into the building hall, he saw the Nice wizard sitting by the windowsill, and the figure of a lady with her back to him.
It looks a little familiar. Turas muttered secretly and stepped forward.
As soon as Turas approached, the lady turned around. When the other party saw Turas, his expression froze for a moment, and some inexplicable emotions appeared in his eyes, but they were quickly restrained.
Turas waved his hand happily: "It's little Hela~ why are you here~"
"My name is Mandelhela, I don't have a surname. Don't change my name at will." Mandelhela said solemnly.
"Okay, little Hela."
Mandelhela rolled her eyes and didn't speak, which was regarded as the acquiescence of the name of Turas.
"You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing here?"
"Her name is Mandelhela?" Nice said, "She came here to find Angel, and she didn't say anything when she asked her anything."
"Are you looking for Lord Pat? The Lord is not here, why don't I go back and ask for you?" Turas asked kindly.
Mandelhela was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "No, I have nothing to look for him."
After saying that, Mandelhela walked outside.
Turas murmured: "Why is there something wrong for a while, and then nothing? Forget it, I don't want to."
Turas sat opposite the wizard of Nice with his hands in his arms.
When Mandelhela was halfway through, she turned her head to look at Turas in confusion. Didn't he usually follow him, why didn't he move today
"Why didn't you leave?" Mandelhela asked involuntarily.
Turas: "I took over the task of your lord, and I want to stay here."
Mandelhela moved her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, let out a sigh of relief, turned around and left the building quickly.
Turas was confused, while Nice picked up the cold tea on the table and took a sip with a smile.