I haven't seen Sanders for more than a month. When Angel saw him again, he was sitting on the chair by the window in the study with his legs crossed, enjoying the sun in his spare time.
He was dressed very neatly, almost the same as in the past, a complicated but rigorous black dress, black trousers and black leather boots, white lace gloves, a short cane and a short cap.
At first glance, it was as usual, but when Angel approached, his eyebrows frowned.
Sanders' hat was held down very low, and from a distance he could only see his straight nose bridge and thin lips with obvious lines under the shadow. But when he closed the door of the study and walked to Sanders, he faintly noticed something strange.
A black line passed through his eyes hidden under the shadow of his hat and hung by his ear.
In the past, Angel had also seen a chain falling on Sanders' ears, but that represented single-sided glasses, which were standard for many aristocratic wizards. But this black line obviously has a cloth texture, and there is a clear gap with the metallic single-sided glasses.
"Teacher, I'm here." Angel whispered.
Sanders didn't look up, he still pressed the brim of his hat, letting the sun shine mottled spots on him: "Sit down, I'm about to test the alchemy fantasy you made, just when you are here, you can tell me about it. The experience of refining."
"Of course, what I'm referring to is not the alchemy technique, but the state of your refining. I want to try to find out the final expression of the mysterious figurative object and whether it has any internal connection with your state." Sanders said.
Angel made a "hmm" sound.
Sanders didn't immediately set out to test Angel's alchemy fantasy, and still leaned lazily on the back of his chair: "You came to me this time, shouldn't it be just for the alchemy fantasy?"
Angel nodded. He originally wanted to ask about Sanders' situation these days, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly couldn't ask. I can only turn the conversation and whisper: "Teacher, I have already mastered the Eye of Nalda in the past few days, and I have also identified the rhombus crystal that the small speck gave me."
Sandston took a moment, finally raised his head, and looked at Angel in surprise.
Angel was just about to say the results of the identification, but when Sanders raised his head and saw his eyes in the shadows, Angel suddenly froze.
A hideous scar was drawn from Sanders' forehead, through his right eye, and finally fixed on his cheekbone.
Sanders' entire right eye was covered with a black eye patch, and the black line that Angel had seen before was exactly the line of the eye patch.
"Teacher, your eyes..."
Sanders took off his hat indifferently and put it on the table beside him. Under the direct sunlight, Angel could see it more clearly. The scar was not only hideous, but also full of terrifying and violent chaotic energy.
Sanders touched the edge of the wound: "I suffered a little injury when I went to the Nightmare Realm."
In just a short sentence, it was plain and smooth, but Angel seemed to see a bloody storm behind him.
While Saunders was speaking, the scar on his right eye was still slowly drawing a drop of blood.
"There is energy left on the scar, so the healing isn't ideal," Sanders said.
Angel now understands that such a terrifying wound has not shown any signs of healing after Sanders returned to the real world for a month. No wonder Sanders has been avoiding it.
"Teacher, what area is the mysterious attic? What did you encounter there?" Angel asked.
Sanders was silent for a while before he said, "Nothing happened."
"I didn't encounter anything? What happened to the teacher's injury?"
"It's precisely because I didn't encounter anything, so that's the more terrifying thing." Sanders smiled bitterly: "The area there should not be the periphery, but it's not close to the core area, and I don't know."
When Angel wanted to ask more specific things, Sanders waved his hand: "I'll talk about it later. I've got the coordinates. Next time I see Eliza, I'll give her the wooden lock. You don't need to care about the Scarlet Kingship."
Sanders was reluctant to say that Angel knew that he would not get an answer even if he asked, so he could only nod his head and stop talking about it.
"The teacher's injury, and the eyes are still okay?"
"The wound is healing, but the healing speed is very slow. As for the eyes... I have asked Flora to go out and help me find out. I am going to transplant an eye." Sanders lowered his head and smiled. He had not planned to transplant an eye. Because this eye color is a symbol of his family. But now it has to be transplanted, which is no way.
"Don't talk about me, talk about you. The Eye of Nalda is not so easy to learn, I didn't expect your progress to be so fast. I once heard a rumor that today's Southern Region Alchemy World, Sky Machine City The most powerful alchemist 'Mediocre' Muse, he spent a month learning the Eye of Nalda. You and him, it seems that the difference is not far behind." Sanders put on his hat again and looked at Anger Er: "Tell me, what was the result of your identification of the diamond-shaped crystal?"
Sanders' evaluation was very high, but Angel himself knew very well that there was still a gap between him and Muse, an alchemy genius, and even the gap between him and Midora was not small. If it were not for the calculation of the Vientiane axis and the holographic tablet, he would not have been able to successfully practice the Eye of Nalda within a month.
However, Angel couldn't tell the details. He took out the rhombus crystal from the bracelet and answered Sanders' question: "There are many questions about this rhombus, and I haven't identified it. But the comprehensive results Based on the results and my personal speculation, I think the tutor's guess at the beginning may be right."
Sanders' eyes narrowed: "What do you mean?"
"It should be a kind of spiritual power that can be inherited." When Angel said this, he clearly felt Sanders' expression become serious.
And, in an instant. Angel could no longer hear the chirping of insects and birds outside, and the sound of the wind in the forest.
He was dragged into the Gravity Garden by Sanders.
"In the outside world, anything you say may be recorded by the world's strings, the wheel of time and other general trends, so you must be cautious in your words and deeds." Sanders said solemnly.
"Are you sure this is a kind of spiritual power that can be inherited?" Sanders took the diamond-shaped crystal and observed it carefully. He couldn't see anything in it, but only noticed extremely subtle fluctuations.
"It can be inherited, I can be sure of this. Because this is the common divisor of all the results I have identified." Angle paused: "But the magical power of the soul is a combination of the pictures I saw in Sleepless City. It is inferred. Moreover, in the results of my appraisal, there is also a mention of spiritual power."
Sanders knew that Angel had killed Hook Dick, and also knew that the Dalmatian had absorbed Hook Dick's soul vein. Therefore, for Angel's speculation, he is actually quite convinced.
"Soul supernatural power is inseparable, but until you know exactly what it is, don't touch it for the time being." Sanders returned the diamond crystal to Angel.
Although it has not yet been determined whether Dalmatians transformed Hook Dick's soul veins, the power of the soul, which can be inherited, has already confirmed the powerful abilities of Dalmatians.
Sanders rarely shows remorse, but now he really regrets it. He should have forcibly taken that Dalmatian away when he was in Sleepless City... It's a pity.
Sanders thought for a while: "Is it a spiritual power, and what this soul power is... Go and ask Nice, and you will naturally know."
Sanders is an actionist. Speaking of this, he left the Gravity Garden with Angel directly: "Let's go, go to Soul Valley to meet my old friend."
As he spoke, Sanders' face suddenly appeared distorted, and the ferocious wound was covered by the nightmare, and it became intact again.
On the way to Soul Valley, Angel retrieved the five falcon ornaments with mysterious figurative objects from Sanders.
He wanted to try and see what the result of using the Eye of Nalda to identify the alchemy fantasy with mysterious figurative objects.
After a long while, Angel thoughtfully returned the falcon ornament to Sanders.
"What's the appraisal result?" Sanders leaned on the seat of the gondola and looked at Angel.
Angel hesitated for a moment: "I only saw one variable during the operation of Nalda's algorithm."
"This variable should be a mysterious figurative object?" Sanders asked.
Angel nodded, with a confused look on his face: "It should be right. But the strange thing is that there is only one variable, but the final result of my identification is a failure. When I identified diamond crystals, there were many variables. There have been several sets of results... so strange."
"Does one variable make the entire identification result wrong?" Sanders pondered for a moment: "The failure of the identification does not mean that it is more valuable than the rhombus... The variable is equal to the unknown, and perhaps this unknown is limited in scope than you think. bigger."
Angel roughly understood what Sanders meant.
Suppose this variable is an unknown. Although there are many unknowns in rhombus crystals, each unknown has a limited range. For example, the limited range of "x" is 0 to 5. But the unknown number "y" of the mysterious figurative object has a limited range from negative infinity to positive infinity.
Although both are variables and are unknown, but the interval is different, the success rate of the final identification will change accordingly.
According to this inference, it makes sense. The mysterious figurative object is indeed a completely unknown variable.
"I don't know, if other alchemists identify the alchemy illusion with mysterious figurative objects, what kind of results will they get?" Angel secretly speculated in his heart, will the identification fail as well
Angel did not continue to struggle with this issue, because Nice's Soul Valley had already arrived.