Angel sat by the window, letting the bright sunshine shine on his body. In his hand, he held a thick book called "Architecture and Art" and slowly flipped through the pages.
About a third of the way through the movie, the gray-haired old man sitting opposite Angel made a regretful "Oh!"
Angel looked up, and the first thing he saw was a wisp of slowly flying dust, followed closely by Nice's helpless expression.
"At the 48th 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 gravels and dust come from the stone slab that is engraved with a representative symbol of the Quest world. Because the cracking fails, the stone slab will shatter.
At this time, the garbage basket was already filled with a basket full of gravel.
Niss took a handbook from the side that recorded data information. It recorded the methods for each failed crack to avoid the next time. The handbook has been used for ten pages, and each page is full of records. It can be seen that he has been doing this for a few years.
How many times did it fail in a day?
After recording the failure experience again, Nice looked up to the opposite side, rubbed his hands, and said with a shy face: "Angel, look at it...here, he failed again."
Nice didn't mention any request in his words, but his eyes and expressions were filled with strong expectations.
Angel was silent for a moment, put down the thick book compiled by Jon, and said slowly: "This is the fourth time you have failed today. If you add the number of failures in the previous few days, it has been at least more than twenty."
Times. Are you planning to fail every node?"
Nice denied with a sad face: "How can I do that? I have carefully calculated the correct nodes. For those node paths that are difficult to determine, I will only start activating those difficult-to-determine node paths when I compress the fault tolerance to the minimum. If it is true that every node
They all failed, I have failed almost four hundred times."
Nice has only failed a total of twenty times in the past five days. He personally feels that the number is very good.
But he couldn't brag, especially in front of Angel. Angel had almost lived in the underground altar these days, going in and out of the Wilderness of Dreams from time to time, and giving him a complete stone slab every once in a while. If this job
If it were Nice, he himself would probably be annoyed, so he didn't dare to lose his temper at all, just for fear that Angel would be annoyed and quit.
Angel looked at Nice's misfortune and was silent for a moment. Then he accepted his fate and returned to reality. He used the dream conch to pull another stone slab with symbols into the wilderness of dreams. After all, he had promised Nice before, and he himself also hoped that
Ness can find the coordinates of Quest's world through the constant force in the symbols.
By the time Angel returned to the Wilderness of Dreams, Nice had already begun studying the new stone slab.
Angel lightly tapped the table with his finger, and Niss raised his head in confusion.
"Don't be too busy studying now, I have something to say." Angel said.
Although Nice was thinking about the cracking plan, he did not dare to ignore Angel's initiative at this time. He quickly put down the slate and signaled Angel to speak directly.
"I'm ready to leave the Apocalypse Continent."
Ness said "Huh": "Are you planning to go back to the Savage Cave?"
Angel shook his head: "No, I'm going to the Old Continent to deal with some... things that I couldn't do before."
What was impossible to do before, but can be done now? Nice muttered secretly in his heart, and did not ask what the specific matter was, but asked: "Then what?"
"So I can't stay in the underground altar anymore. If I want to continue to help you pull the stone slabs, I have to pry up the stone slabs on the altar and take them away." Angel: "I want to know if there is anything wrong with this.
Influence?"
Nice pondered: "You have only brought the stone slab in these days, and the symbols have not been damaged. It can be seen that if you pry away the symbols on the stone slab, there should be no impact."
After getting the answer, Angel nodded and signaled Nice to continue research, and he returned to reality.
After Angel left, Nice was about to pick up the slate and continue studying it when he heard footsteps coming from outside the usually deserted construction hall.
A visitor came in.
When Nice saw the visitor, her eyes lit up. She was a beautiful lady.
According to Nice's past nature, he must have walked up to strike up a conversation, but now he paid more attention to the study of the slate, so he just glanced at it and lowered his head to continue studying.
But at this moment, the lady walked towards him.
"Old sir, I was just under the library and saw a young man sitting opposite you through the open window." The lady asked politely: "I wonder where he is now?"
On the other side, after Angel returned to reality, he was still near the underground altar.
But he's not the only one here, there's also Froude and... Tulas.
Turas sat in the center of the altar, swallowing the rich death aura around him, while Froud stared at Turas outside the altar with his eyes wide open, with an expression of disbelief.
"How is it?" Angel fell next to Froude.
Froud hadn't recovered yet, but subconsciously said: "Sir, what did you say?"
"I mean, how are the progress of Ada, Shani and Turas?" Angel asked.
It took Flood a while to wake up, and he replied with some embarrassment: "Yada and Shanni have begun to understand the tricks of the soul. However, 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.
, can you start formal practice. As for Tulas..."
Froud glanced at Tulas on the altar: "His situation has also been seen by adults. He has absorbed the death energy here for three full days, and he has not yet reached his upper limit. This is simply beyond the ordinary undead spirit.
category!”
Angel was very calm: "After all, Tulas was an undead that has existed for thousands of years, and it is also an extremely special undead. It has a high upper limit of death energy, which is normal."
Froud also knew something about Turas, but as he was also an undead, he knew too well the upper limit of the soul's capacity. Turas simply didn't look like an undead at the same level as them. Because of the comparison, Froud
That's why I'm so surprised.
Froude: "Tuluas woke up half a day ago. According to what he said, he should be able to reach the peak of his death energy today. However, perhaps because of his too optimistic personality, he, like Ada,
He has a very high tolerance for death energy and has not shown any emotional changes at all. Even if he reaches the peak of death energy, I guess there will be no signs of degeneration."
"However, if you want him to practice soul tricks, even if his death energy tolerance reaches its peak, it would be better to wait for him to get familiar with it for a month or two before starting..."
Angel brought Turas to reality, and naturally he was preparing for Turas to also practice soul tricks.
However, since Froude gave such advice, Angel would also listen to it. Practicing early or late actually has no impact on Turas.
"That's just right. Turas will follow me during this period, and he can also be the messenger between me and Nice, so that I won't have to go in and out all the time just to pull a slate."
After Angel made his decision, he waited for Turas to wake up.
Flood watched the billowing death energy being swallowed up by Turas. After a period of silence, he said: "I think it's a bit too humiliating to let Turas practice ordinary soul tricks. Sir, you might as well consider it. If there are special
Let him absorb the undead, which may further enhance his abilities... Turas is more suitable for absorbing special undead than I am."
If it were Ada and Shani, Froud would never suggest this because he didn't think the two little guys had the ability to absorb special undead. But Turas was different. He was once a special undead himself and had the ability to use special abilities.
With his experience, and with his optimistic personality, even in the closed space of Silver Palm Island, it took a long time for him to fall; now, even if he is allowed to absorb special undead, he may not even appear to be corrupted, and he can digest it
.
Turas definitely lends itself to better soul tricks.
Faced with Froud's suggestion, Angel pondered for a moment: "Special undead are difficult to find...but I will consider it."
As time passed, Turas's swallowing began to gradually weaken, and it slowly reached its capacity limit.
Froud thought before that the death energy that could not be digested in the cave for decades was obviously much weaker now. This shows how crazy Turas was in absorbing the death energy this time.
After Turas stopped absorbing the death energy, he opened his eyes.
Just as Froud guessed, Turas did not show any negative emotions even if the death energy in his body reached its peak, and he still looked silly and sweet. He even looked at the changes on his body and used
He looked at Froud with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why do you look like this? Is there something wrong with me?"
Froude shook his head: "No problem, I just didn't expect you to be so able to absorb death energy."
Tulas raised his head, and under the horned helmet, his handsome face that was completely incompatible with his muscles showed a triumphant expression: "That's natural, I am the man who killed the legendary pirate Red Beard!"
Angel said silently: "When you dominated the Far East Sea, Red Beard was actually only five or six years old. There was no way you could have fought."
Turas didn't believe it at all, and still said proudly: "Don't lie to me, it is clearly recorded in "The Sound of Tide in the Devil's Night"..."
Angel let out a long breath. He no longer wanted to say that "it was an imaginary novel written by a later author." He had said it many times, and even Turas would not believe it.
Tulas just felt that the legendary pirate Red Beard was so powerful and he killed him in the novel, so he was even more powerful.
Flood also knew Turas's character, so he rubbed his temples helplessly and refused to argue with Turas. He really couldn't imagine that the famous "violent king" in history would be Turas, "silly white"
"King of Kings" is pretty much it.
Angel and Froud neither argued with Tulas, so Tulas was naturally even more proud. When they came down from the altar, they both walked out of the way like they didn't recognize each other.
"Sir, I can no longer absorb the death energy. Can I practice the soul trick you mentioned now?" Turas blinked and looked at Angel.
Angel: "Get familiar with it for another month or two."
"Is it going to take another month or two?" Tulas didn't care about the time and nodded: "Then I'll go back to Chuxin City first. I'm the Sheriff. I've been absent for the past few days. I wonder what kind of chaos has become in the city?
"
Froud said silently: "It's actually more stable without you here."
Tulas said "hum", not believing it at all.
Angel took out the Church of the Dead and gave Tulas shelter. But before Tulas entered the Church of the Dead, he also gave him the task.
"Let me stay in the library all the time?" Turas said with a sad face: "Can I not do it?"
"No." Angel: "Remember, as soon as the slate in Nice is broken, you return to reality and tell me."
Although Tulas 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 accept it with a dull head.
After Turas returned to the Church of the Dead, Angel told Froude about his plans to go to the Old Continent.
Froude nodded. He had known before that Angel was going to the Old Continent, but he didn't know what to do. He thought he was going to deal with family affairs, so Froude didn't ask much.
After Angel put the Church of the Dead into the bracelet, he took out a revolver from the bracelet and handed it to Froude.
"You take this first, there is 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."
Froude did not refuse. Ada and Shani would practice soul tricks in the future. Yada probably wouldn't be able to use them, but Shani would most likely fall into the aura of death. The prelude to reincarnation would at least give her a chance to recover.
After doing all this, Angel came to the altar, cut open the stone slab with symbols on it, and prepared to take it with him.
The moment Angel picked up the slate, there was a sudden "click" sound in his ears.
Looking down, I saw that the originally complete altar had several deep cracks.
Froud also saw the cracks. He thought for a moment and said: "The altar is made of ordinary stones. It was protected by this symbol before and was not corroded by the death energy. But now that you have taken away the symbol, there is no protection. Naturally,
There was a crack...but, why did the crack happen so fast?"
Froude didn't think much about it. He thought it might be because Madam Silla stayed here all year round and her power corroded the altar, so there were signs of cracks so early.
Angel checked the cracked altar to make sure there was nothing missing or dangerous, and he didn't care. He took the stone slab and left the cave with Froud.
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The location where Turas returned to the First Heart City was the lobby of the library. He had met Angel here before, so it was also here when he came in.
"Sir, the Wizard of Nice is in the architecture library on the second floor. Architecture... Wow, even architecture has a dedicated library." Turas said this, but he still walked toward the second floor resigned to his fate.
When he walked to the novel hall, he paused and picked up a few novels from inside. In the next period of time, he would follow the Wizard of Nice and find some novels to relieve his boredom.
Carrying a stack of novels, Turas came to the Architecture Museum.
As soon as he stepped into the Architecture Hall, he saw the wizard of Nice sitting by the window sill, and a... lady's figure with her back to him.
It looks familiar. Tulas muttered secretly and walked forward.
As soon as Turas approached, the lady turned around. When the other party saw Turas, her expression was stunned for a moment, and some inexplicable emotions welled up in her eyes, but they were quickly suppressed.
But Tulas waved his hands happily: "It's Xiao Hela~ Why are you here~"
"My name is Mandhela, I don't have a surname. Please don't change my name at will." Mandhela said solemnly.
"Okay, little Hela."
Mandhela rolled her eyes and said nothing, acquiescing to Tulas' title.
"You haven't answered me yet, why are you here?"
"Her name is Mandhela?" Nice said from the side: "She came here to see Angel. I asked her what she wanted, but she didn't say anything."
"Are you looking for Mr. Pat? Mr. Pat is not here. How about I go back and ask for you?" Tulas asked kindly.
Mandhela was silent for a moment and shook her head: "No need, I have nothing to do to find him."
After saying that, Mandhela walked outside.
Turas muttered: "How come something happens one moment and nothing happens the other. Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."
Turas sat opposite the Wizard of Nice holding the novel in his hand.
Mandhela walked halfway and turned to look at Turas in confusion. Didn't he usually follow her? Why didn't he move again today?
"Why don't you leave?" Mandhela asked seemingly unintentionally.
Tulas: "I accepted the mission from your lord, and I have to stay here."
Mandhela moved her lips, wanting to say something, but in the end she said nothing, exhaled, turned around and left the architecture museum quickly.
Turas was confused, while Nice picked up the cold tea on the table and took a sip with a smile.