As Angel entered the painting, the door slowly began to close.
Seeing that the door in the painting was about to disappear, Morrigan suddenly stood up from her seat and walked towards the door.
Ea: "Morrigan?"
Jasmine calmed down, then turned around and said calmly: "You can discuss the details of the deployment and control among yourselves. Anyway, these details will have to be revised when all the tribesmen are gathered together. The draft version of the deployment and control plan is in vain."
"As for me, I'm always with you. I haven't seen Fan for a long time, and I still miss him."
After Morrigan finished speaking, she walked into the door.
The moment she entered the door, Eya's voice came to her ears: "I haven't heard that you and Fan have any interactions... Just say so if you want to drink Berman's blood wine."
Morrigan paused for a moment and wanted to refute, but the door in the painting was about to disappear. In the end, she said nothing and walked in before the door closed.
As the door closes, the rippled oil painting slowly returns to normal.
In the original oil painting, there was only an empty dining table and Butler Fan; but in the current oil painting, there were three figures sitting in front of the dining table.
These three people are Angel, Laplace and Morrigan.
Butler Fan is also in the painting, but he does not stay at the table, but slowly walks closer.
When Butler Fan came to the edge of the picture, he slowly closed the curtains. The bright red curtains blocked the restaurant and also covered the entire picture.
In the oil painting, everyone has disappeared, leaving only a curtain.
As the "curtain" of the oil painting covered it, the attention of everyone in the cloud cave slowly came back, but no one spoke.
After a long time, Prophet Jota took the lead in breaking the silence: "Mr. Angel...is the refiner of the login device?"
In the previous conversation between Ea and Angel, although there was no questioning by name, everyone understood the underlying meaning.
Even if Angel is not a refiner, he is still a core figure related to the refinement of the login device.
Faced with Jotta's inquiry, Grapnir slightly frowned and remained silent.
Jotta: "I understand, I was the one who was abrupt."
Jotta retracted her words, but everyone present was not stupid. Although Gleipnir did not answer anything, her silence was actually a kind of acquiescence.
Angel is most likely the creator of the login device... No wonder he will become one of the founders of Dream Mirror.
If you continue to think deeply, could the refiner be the creator of the Dream Crystal? This is not impossible. After all, it is absolutely impossible to refine a login device without knowing the Dream Crystal.
If Angel is really the creator of Dream Crystal Plains...
Everyone's minds began to wander.
However, before their thoughts could settle, Eya brought them back to reality: "It doesn't matter who the refiner is now. You just need to know that the refiner comes from the 'Dream Mirror' and is me.
The dream mirror where the teacher is.”
Eya specifically named "teacher" and spoke respectfully, not only to express his attitude, but also to warn Jota and others not to engage in small tricks.
"What's more important now is how to deal with the Doom Puppet. The Dream Mirror Clan has provided a very excellent plan. What we have to do now is to refine this plan and solve the problems that may be encountered in it."
Aya brought everyone's thoughts back on track.
Jota did not dare to think about anything at this time, and the little Jiujiu in his heart was so frightened by Eya's eyes that he disappeared. Throwing away unnecessary thoughts, Jota finally began to use the wisdom of the "prophet" and recognize
We conscientiously perfected the deployment and control plan.
…
On the other side, in the oil painting.
After everyone sat down, Butler Fan closed the curtain, returned to the dining table, bowed and said: "Everyone, please wait a moment, I will go upstairs to invite Ivicato down."
After speaking, Butler Fan walked into the passage on one side.
After Butler Fan left, Angel slowly looked around.
This is not his first time to come to the painting space, but this painting space is still a little different from Feng's previous magic painting space.
The space in Feng's magic paintings is almost indistinguishable from reality. The sun, moon and stars hang high in the sky, the lonely trees in the fields, and all living things are real. Even the gentle wind and drizzle are no different from the outside world.
Even if Angel used the Eye of Narda to observe, he couldn't tell that this was a painting.
To sum it up in one word, Feng’s magic painting space is the real “world in painting”.
The space in the painting where they are now looks extremely real, but once you carefully observe the surrounding things, all kinds of strange information will emerge from those things.
For example, when he looked at the candlestick on the dining table, a line of text information appeared in his mind unconsciously: "Candlestick with vines: a candlestick made of bare copper. Because it has been burned by the high temperature of candles for a long time, it has become desolate.
Irregular patina spots appeared on the copper. The pattern carved on the candlestick is a branch pattern, and the patina spots are soaked in the branch pattern, just like the elongated branches giving birth to new leaves."
Not only the candlestick, but also the tableware next to it: "Tulu tableware: tableware made of fine white porcelain is the favorite of the Tulu nobles; especially the teapot full of curves, like the head of a Tulu girl, is favored by the Tulu nobles.
Cherish it. Even the golden patterns outlined on it are like the innocent smile of a girl, which makes people feel happy."
Similarly, the dining table also has a detailed description, including the specific wood used, the length, width and height, and so on...
If you look carefully around you, if you stare at any item for a long time, a similar text message will definitely appear.
This text information describes the appearance, material, and function of the item in detail...
This feeling is the same experience as the magic painting space.
However, as Angel observed the food around him, he also discovered that only the objects in the paintings seemed to have text messages; and the things they, the group of outsiders, brought in, even if they stared carefully, would not produce any text messages.
any text.
Take Angel's robe for example. He stared at it for a long time, but no information came out.
When Angel was staring at the robe, a voice sounded in his ears: "Foreign things, whether living or dead, will not have words in their mind."
Angel raised his head and looked up. The person speaking was Morrigan sitting opposite.
Angel was a little surprised when Morrigan followed, but after all, this was a dragon banquet hosted by the secret dragon, and he was free to invite whoever he wanted to eat.
In addition, after Morrigan came in, she sat alone and meditated without disturbing them, so Angel didn't pay too much attention.
It wasn't until Morrigan spoke that Angel focused on her.
Perhaps because she could see the doubts in Angel's eyes, or because she just stayed here and had nothing else to do, Morian simply explained Angel's doubts: "Everything here is actually made up of words."
"Including the oil paintings we see outside, they actually look like pictures, but when Ea was creating them, they were written words."
In other words, the words written by Ea turned into physical pictures, and what appeared outside was an "oil painting".
In fact, this is essentially a space created by words.
For this reason, all the things Angel sees here have written information. In fact, it is because their original form is "a piece of text", but with the special ability of the mysterious dragon, the text is embodied and turned into reality.
This is why, as soon as Angel entered here, he felt different from the magic painting space.
Because one is the space in the painting and the other is the text space.
It is impossible to evaluate which of the two wins or loses; but I have to say that this text space is quite interesting.
"So, these "Tulu nobles' favorite tableware" did not appear out of thin air, but were described word by word by Ea when he wrote this text?" Angel pointed to the tableware in front of him.
asked curiously.
Morrigan nodded, then shook her head: "Indeed, these tableware are described word for word, but they are not necessarily described by Ea."
"Ea just built this space, he built a skeleton; part of the work of filling the skeleton with flesh and blood was done by himself, but there were also other people who helped."
When Morrigan said this, she stood up and walked towards a cabinet next to her in a birdlike manner.
Opening the cabinet door, Morrigan took out a stack of paper and a pen from inside; these papers and pens did not have any written descriptions, and they must have been brought in from the outside world.
After getting the paper and pen, Morrigan sat back at the dining table: "It's like this."
In front of Angel and Laplace, Morrigan picked up a pen and wrote a line of text on the white paper: "A pair of pure white silk women's gloves, using a special embroidery method, embroidered on the surface of the silk
It has the pattern of crow feathers, and the entrance of the gloves has fluffy lace with shavings."
As Morrigan started writing, the white paper disappeared in full view, replaced by a pair of lace ladies' white gloves.
Morrigan looked at the gloves and put them on her hands with satisfaction. Then she looked up at Angel and said, "This is how it works."
"The items here may not all be described by Ea. They may also be added by others, such as... Steward Fan."
As soon as Morian finished speaking, Butler Fan's voice came over: "Yes, Your Excellency Morian is right, the tableware was indeed written by me. The main body only builds the skeleton, and the details of flesh and blood are naturally shared by me.
Take over."
To be continued...