Everyone on the boat smelled a tangy aroma of food at almost the same time. Before the feeding center in the hypothalamus issued the "eat" command, they felt the flowers before their eyes, and they all fell into the weaving of the food aroma. in fantasy.
Angel is the same.
In front of him, there are all kinds of beautiful and brightly colored delicacies floating in front of him. Coupled with the rich aroma that could not be dispersed around the tip of the nose, Angel subconsciously reached out and picked up the roasted chicken drumstick with honey sauce nearby.
When a certain desire is inflated indefinitely, it can affect all physiological indicators of a person, including sanity. In other words, desire can interfere with the reception of information electrical signals in the brain. When desire is inflated, information cannot safely reach the rational brain. At this time, what dominates a person's thinking will be the emotional brain, or the instinctive brain. Human beings are still animals. The instinctive brain is responsible for this part, synthesizing emotions and desires, expressing the most primitive instincts like animals.
When the desire to eat fills Angel's brain, he becomes irrational, his logic is chaotic, his thinking is blocked, and he is like an animal.
Not only Angel, but all the ordinary people on the ship were all controlled by the desire to eat, roaring frantically, and coveted the food in the illusion to the greatest extent.
Just when Angel was about to indulge in the frenzy of appetite, an itch that was more unbearable than appetite appeared near the butterfly bone on Angel's back.
There is no trace of this itch, where it originated or where it flowed. But it's raging, like the foam of a good beer stumbled all the way, before it's opened, and it covers everything else in an instant.
itch-
so itchy-
Like thousands of ants, crawling back and forth in the depths of the bones.
This is the real itching to the bone.
The sudden itching is not all bad, at least the crazy desire to eat is also receding in this torrent-like wave of itching.
Anything, as long as there is a gap, there is the possibility of subversion. The same is true of reason, which was originally controlled by emotions and cannot be turned over under oppression. But even if the emotions are only a little loose, the reason will be slightly higher.
The itching made Angel lose his appetite, so he stretched out his hand and scratched repeatedly. But the itching comes and goes quickly. When the itching stopped abruptly, Angel found that his appetite had completely subsided. Without his appetite, the illusion woven by the aroma of food could hardly affect his sanity.
Angel looked at the various foods that were still floating around him, and was afraid for a while. Because he knew very well that there was some food in the position of the honey-baked chicken drumsticks near him, which was clearly the lamp wax he usually used.
If he eats the lamp wax as a chicken leg... Angel shivered violently, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Those food illusions, he dare not touch them again.
Those who can create such illusions, if they are not naturally born sea beasts, are wizards with extraordinary power. Angel didn't dare to speculate on the purpose of extraordinary beings doing this, but he didn't want to be dominated by desires anymore. Looking at the food illusion in front of him, he simply closed his eyes with the thought of not being out of sight or upset.
Perhaps the extraordinary life that created the illusion of food did not have too much murderous intention. Angel didn't touch the illusion, and the illusion did not bother him again, which made Angel greatly relieved.
It was only then that Angel began to recall the memories of when he was previously dominated by appetite.
After a while, Angel touched his back suspiciously—
This place is itching again, what is going on? This place is itchy, and it has been more than once, and every time it is weird, it comes and goes quickly, and there is nothing strange to the touch.
Angel's brows were furrowed tightly. He knew very well that there was nothing unusual about the itching, at least on the surface. The only unusual thing is that he was scratched by a strange woman in the 'Illusion' during the talent test.
At first, Angel thought that it might be an illusion, an illusion created by the Eye of Abilus, because after his talent test, he deliberately looked in the mirror and did not find any scars on his back.
But with the recent occurrence of all kinds of abnormal itching, he began to suspect that maybe that world was not a fantasy... but a strange world parallel to reality, as he had guessed during the talent test at that time.
Where the back was scratched, there may also be the energy of that strange world, which made him appear in the current state.
Angel doesn't know whether his guess is correct, but with his current vision, he can only make such a guess.
Will the itching come back? Could there be anything worse than itching? He doesn't know any of this. Under the unknown threat, Angel secretly decided in his heart that if he could get through this hurdle, the next time he saw Mora, he must tell him about his situation.
Time does not allow him to delay, who knows if his life will be threatened the next time it itches. Therefore, he could only ask Mora for help at close range, rather than wait until he had learned something, and then explore it on his own.
When Angel was thinking about it, the Bauhinia had already sailed into the depths of the fog, and a group of people had come to the source of the 'scented fantasy'.
On the back of the huge falcon, Sanders, wearing a tall hat and dressed in a refined aristocratic atmosphere, was silent. Flora, with a mysterious smile on her face, sat on the edge of the Falcon Demon's wings and looked at the few people standing on the Bauhinia with malicious eyes.
On the deck of the Bauhinia, led by Sabo, five people stood on each side. In addition to the leaders of the three major wizarding organizations, Moro and Isli, who had just advanced to the first-level wizard apprentice, also stood in.
Flora looked at Sabo and the others for a while, and suddenly smiled softly, and said in a strange voice that seemed childish and charming: "Hee hee, Mad Bear Sabo, when did you work part-time as a nanny? With a group of children Are you breastfeeding?"
The leaders of the three major wizarding academies known as "children" bowed their heads silently.
Sabo was so satirized by Flora, although he was angry, but in front of Sanders, he did not dare to make any changes. He could only pretend that he did not hear the irony and responded with a hearty smile.
"Hahaha, the blood witch is joking. It's rare to encounter Greya's restaurant. This group of ignorant boys all want to open their eyes." Sabo explained with a haha.
Flora squinted her beautiful eyes and sneered in her heart. It's fake to open her eyes. It's true that she wants to eat and drink in Gloria's restaurant... However, Gloria is not a good cook, she thinks eat? no way!
Greya, totally typical of the madmen in the 'Candy House'. Don't look at them laughing and laughing crazy, but on the issue of principle, they will not give in at all.
And Greya's restaurant, if you want to enter, there is only one way: to have an invitation card.
Without an invitation card, even if you are a legendary wizard, Greya dares to refuse.
This time, in order to enter Greia's restaurant, Sanders spent a lot of money to get a bronze-level invitation card.
Hehe, Flora suddenly had some anticipation, the expressions on the faces of these gangsters when they learned the truth.