Memories of that bare and mysterious mountain.
Angel asked curiously: "Is there a concept of withering in the mysterious mountain?"
Sanders shook his head: "It shouldn't be. I didn't feel the breath of death on that mountain just now. I think it has nothing to do with withering."
Since it is not withering, what is it? Is it barren, or barren
When Angel was guessing, Sanders said: "The guess is not accurate now, what the specific is, Greia will definitely find you after she realizes it, and you will know when the time comes."
Angel nodded and stopped asking about this question. However, he was still puzzled about the triggering of mysterious figurative objects. "Will this comprehension technique only be possible with conceptual mysterious figurative objects? Other mysterious figurative objects don't actually have this function?"
"Why do you say that?"
"I have experimented with dozens of alchemy illusions. Although I feel that after the mysterious figurative object is triggered, the activity of the brain has increased. Under the flood of information, I seem to be able to cite and gain some insights. But I really want to talk about comprehending an art out of thin air. It seems unlikely." Angel looked puzzled.
"I don't know about this." Sanders: "I need to see more mysterious figurative objects. After analysis and comparison, I may have a corresponding answer. However, when it comes to understanding the withering technique, it is not The real comprehension out of thin air, those floods of information mobilize my own knowledge, and I created this withering technique based on my knowledge."
"As for why you didn't comprehend the spell, it's probably..."
Sanders' words have come to this point, how could Angel not understand. What Sanders is trying to say is: The knowledge base is not deep enough.
Angel also admits this.
However, considering the knowledge of alchemy alone, Angel felt that it should surpass Sanders. If it is possible to create spells out of thin air, it should be possible to create an alchemy, right
But in fact not, maybe this creation technique has attribute restrictions? And can't create alchemy
When Angel thought of "limitation", a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to him, and he remembered his own experience in Little Spot's body. The interweaving and fusion of various laws has experienced the birth and decline of various civilizations... Perhaps, this comprehension technique is actually within the existing laws of the little spot itself? After all, the mysterious meaning he realized was originally obtained from the little spots.
This is purely Angel's conjecture.
The only way to verify it is for him to re-understand the mysterious meaning of a new mysterious object, and then integrate the new mysterious meaning into the illusion.
But this is more difficult. Even if he gets a new mysterious thing, he may not be able to comprehend the meaning of mystery. Back then, the mysterious core of Little Spot was completely undefended against him, and he could only linger inside. Other mysterious things, if he wants to enter the core, it is estimated that they will directly destroy the mysterious things, not to mention whether it is worth it, and finally destroying the mysterious things may not necessarily be able to perceive the meaning of mystery.
Therefore, this assumption is difficult to achieve.
Angel thought that he would return to the Old Land Continent in a while, and then he would look for the promise made by Floyd: the dream conch on the moonlit coast.
If all goes well, then he can be considered a mysterious thing. Maybe you can try to comprehend the mysterious meaning of the dream conch.
Angel originally wanted to tell Sanders what he thought, but after thinking for a while, he held it back. After all, it was just a guess, and it would not be too late to talk about the experiment.
When the fire cloud appeared on the side of the day, their teacher and apprentice just put down the conversation about the mysterious figurative object.
"If you want to create something earth-shattering in the future, you'd better prepare me first. Don't be so caught off guard that I haven't even thought about how to deal with it." Sanders sighed: "Why do I always feel, You're less of a worry than Flora."
Angel said a little embarrassedly: "I didn't expect its effect to be so good..."
"Forget it, you just need to be careful. Originally, I was worried about the people who would meet underground rats and ants, but now I'm more worried about you being targeted by some old guys who stay out of the mountains all the year round." Sanders He sighed secretly: "Aren't you good at alchemy? Find a way to make some items that can protect you."
Angel nodded, he really should refine something for himself, after all, he was about to leave the savage cave. Just crossing the Devil's Sea is not an easy task.
"It's good if you understand, then you go back first. If you need the books in the study, you can take them back and read." Sanders said.
"For the book, I don't need it for the time being." Angel stood up and said with a slight hesitation: "Teacher, are you planning to go to Nightmare Realm now?"
"Wait, there's still some work to do," Sanders mumbled.
Angel originally meant to stay here, even if he didn't go to the Nightmare Realm, he wanted to see the situation when he entered and exited the Nightmare Realm, but Sanders' answer undoubtedly showed his attitude.
Angel nodded helplessly and turned to leave. But before leaving, Angel put the "Monument of Strange Rings" on Sanders' desk.
"What is this?" Sanders looked at the strange transparent diamond and the Mobius ring inside with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"About the alchemy fantasy of Monument Valley." Angel said: "There is no mysterious figurative object, just a pure fantasy."
Sanders nodded: "The refining is very fast. I will comment and analyze your illusion in depth, and I will give you a feedback when the time comes."
Angel said respectfully with an expressionless face: "Then I am very grateful to the tutor."
After that, Angel turned stiffly and left the study.
Outside the study, Angel accidentally saw Butler Good and Whibiton, who was holding a plate in one hand with a pot and a small plate of snacks on it. Angel noticed that Whipidon's arms were shaking slightly, and he didn't know how long he kept this posture.
When he saw Angel, Whipton immediately showed a "relieved" expression and strode towards Angel.
But just because he took too many steps, he stumbled a bit before taking a few steps, and the dinner plate was about to fall to the ground.
Goode stroked his forehead with a look of helplessness on his face. The next second he changed his body shape and appeared beside Whipton. With an elegant gesture, he firmly placed the crumbling dinner plate in the palm of his hand.
Whipton landed on his face and fell heavily to the ground.
When Whipidon was crying and slowly getting up while stroking the bridge of his red nose, Goode saluted Angela with one hand: "Master Pat, this is afternoon tea, may I use it in the living room or take it back to the master's bedroom? ?"
While speaking, he placed the dinner plate in front of Angel.
afternoon tea? Angel opened the exquisite porcelain pot, and a rich milk fragrance came out.
milk tea? Angel's eyes flashed with joy.
"Take it back to the bedroom, I just happen to be a little hungry." Angel said solemnly.
Angel and Good went to the bedroom together, and Whipton pursed his lips and followed. He didn't forget what Grandpa Grandpa told him. Lord Sanders might not agree to let him stay on Magic Island, but he could try to open the gate from Master Pat.
That's why there is an afternoon tea scene. However, Whipton may have been embarrassed to get too close because of his own shame, but he was just hanging far behind them.
"Afternoon tea was prepared by Whibiton?" Angel was surprised.
"Yes. Whipton knew that the young master likes dairy products, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to give it to the young master." After Butler Good finished speaking, he found that Angel's expression was a little wrong. How could he not understand Angel in his old mind? concerns.
He changed the subject: "Young master also knows that because of Whipidon's ability as a shadow servant, his body and brain are underdeveloped, and his hobbies and ideas are very childish, so the dairy products he makes are all based on his own. I make it with the taste I like, and I don’t know if it suits the taste of the young master.”
The implication is that Whipidon's IQ and EQ are low, and he himself likes to drink dairy products, so he won't tell Angel's preference for dairy products as a joke.
Angel coughed twice. Of course he understood Goode's words. Although he knew it was Goode's good intentions, why did he have the sense of being a dude, even if Whipton knew that he liked dairy products, Goll himself wouldn't really do anything to Wheaton other than being awkward.
But when Goode said this, it made him look like he was about to bully Whipton...
"That's what Wybiton had in mind, I understand."
When they passed the living room, Angel suddenly saw the door of the mansion being pushed open, and Flora, who had a worried face, was flying in from the door cursing.
"Locking the doors and windows of the study, and letting me go to the front door, I'm really pissed off. Isn't this a waste of time!" Flora muttered, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Angel, who was stunned. .
Flora raised her eyebrows, flew over, smelled the rich milk fragrance on the dinner plate, and rolled her eyes.
I was about to use the topic to laugh at Angel's lack of growth, so as to relieve the resentment in his heart. As a result, before the sarcastic words could be said, Xiao Hong who was behind her made a "squeak" and happily took out a blood-red rose and handed it to Angel.
Angel first greeted Flora respectfully, then took the rose flower and nodded to Xiaohong. Behave gracefully and without rudeness.
Flora gritted her teeth, and Xiaohong took the initiative to show her good intentions. What else could she say? All I can say is: "Eat sweets at night, be careful of cavities."
After saying that, Flora turned her head and walked towards Sanders' study. Xiaohong lay on her back, turned her head, narrowed the green ghost fire in her eyes into a crescent shape, and waved goodbye to him.
Angel looked at the direction Flora was heading, apparently looking for Sanders. Could it be that Sanders said he had to prepare, but he was actually waiting for Flora to come over? Is Flora going to Nightmare with Sanders too
Angel didn't know, he could only sigh secretly, smelled the fragrance of roses, put it on the dinner plate, and said to Butler Good, "Let's go."