After Luigi played some entrance music, he walked out of the prism in the sky and floated down.
Luigi was dressed the same as last time, still wearing a grass green robe, holding a golden harp in his hand, and wearing an elegant flat hat.
The only difference is that last time he was wearing a mask made of old stone and could not see his face clearly. But this time, without the mask, his true face could be seen.
Luigi's appearance is very handsome. If you don't look at his dress and eyes, he has a face full of aggression, a bit similar to Nereus, a disciple of Dongsai. In Jon's words, he is as handsome as the sun god.
Appearance.
However, the aggressive face is paired with a pair of gentle, water-like pupils, which makes people feel slightly inconsistent.
When Angel looked into Luigi's eyes, Luigi had already reached the top of the tree.
"Amazing Riddler, why are you staring at my eyes? Are you planning to make my eyes become a puzzle for you?" Luigi chanted to Angel.
Although I don't know why Luigi calls himself "The Riddler", the meaning of his words is not difficult to understand.
Angel withdrew his gaze and praised softly: "I just think your eyes are beautiful."
Luigi said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment. Although I also wanted to praise your eyes, unfortunately, all I saw was a fog of hypocrisy."
Angel: "..." He obviously just used illusion to change the color of his eyes. Illusion is just illusion. What is the fog of hypocrisy?
At this time, Laplace on the side said: "Luigi, stop talking and take the things out."
Luigi held up the harp and fiddled with it gently, and beautiful notes poured out.
Just when Angel thought Luigi was going to use the sound of the piano to turn living things into living creatures, Luigi stopped playing the piano and said, "Okay."
Angel: "..." It turns out that plucking the strings is just a piece of background music. Isn't this a bit exaggerated?
Just when Angel looked suspicious, Luigi's high and low voice appeared again:
"Let us sing and praise the coming of the holy thing!"
"The dearest, most beautiful and elegant other me, and this Riddler from a distant foreign land, please follow me and praise me!"
"This is the fragrance that emitted from eternity ago."
"This is the garment that emerges after the years have washed it away."
"This is the light brought by the stars and the moon in the night sky."
"This is the glory given by the King of Mountains."
"It is a clear spring that is still fresh after all the calamities, and it is also a spear that countless small businesses are afraid of."
"It deserves to be praised as the mirror of the sky and deserves to enjoy supreme glory."
"it……"
Before Luigi finished reciting, Laplace said: "Okay, that's it, it's time to shut up."
Luigi said a little aggrievedly: "But I just read the first paragraph. This is an eight-part epic. You would have asked me to read at least half of it before."
Laplace was not affected by Luigi's tone, and still said calmly: "I will read it again when I have the opportunity. Now, take out what I want."
Although Luigi looked aggrieved, he still stopped singing. However, he only stopped singing. The sound of the piano has not ended yet, and it is still floating in his ears melodiously.
At this time, Angel heard Laplace's message: "Wait one more minute, Luigi will finish playing this piece of music as soon as possible. At this time, according to his character, he can stop chanting, but the music must have a beginning and an end.
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Angel nodded and expressed his understanding... The pursuit of perfection is not necessarily a patent for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's like someone telling you a story, and the story is also what interests you, but halfway through the story, you suddenly stop talking without any reason.
Having said that, anyone would feel uncomfortable.
However, Angel understands, but what Angel doesn't understand is... why do you feel like Laplace and Luigi are two people now?
Didn't you just say that you are him and he is you? Now your comfort to him is like talking about another person.
Angel really couldn't figure out what kind of style Laplace's temporal body was. It was neither like the Black Earl's clone, which knew its position clearly, and was an extension of its own body; nor was it like Younu's temporal body, which knew its own position clearly.
It is the epitome of oneself at different ages.
Laplace gave Angel the feeling that he had turned himself into three people, but she still insisted that the three people were all herself.
Angel was actually quite interested in the "Clone", especially since the Black Earl had promised him before that he would share some of his thoughts on the clone with him when things got better.
Before that, Angel felt that the clone of the Black Earl was a bit too weird. Even if he wanted to learn abilities similar to the clone in the future, he would not be able to follow the path of the Black Earl.
But now in comparison... Angel found that the Black Earl's clone looked weird, but at least it was still himself.
If you really want to learn the art of clones, you may still have to learn the knowledge from the Black Earl.
While Angel's thoughts were flying, Luigi's piano music still had no ending.
Along with the sound of the piano, Angel couldn't help but recall the poem Luigi had just read. This poem was actually not very good according to Angel's taste.
Too many made-up words.
Only third-rate bards can create hard words, while first-rate bards can sing the most profound hymns even in the simplest language.
However, because Luigi likes to make up some forced terms, Angel finally figured out why Luigi called himself "The Riddler".
They probably learned that he had solved the riddle in the mural, so they gave him the title of Riddler.
What could Angel say... At least he didn't hear the derogatory meaning, he could only admit it.
Having said that, even though Luigi made up a lot of words, judging from the song he sang, it actually revealed a lot of information.
Putting aside those "virtual" words, there are only two most practical words: "shang" and "spear".
If, according to what Angel said, you want an item with powerful offensive means, then a spear is the most likely option.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, according to the context, "spear" is probably just a pronoun, a synonym for "weapon", and may not necessarily be a real spear.
It's actually possible to replace the long guns in the poem with short cannons, but it won't rhyme.
Therefore, aside from the spear, Angel's personal preference is that the thing Luigi brought should be "clothes".
If it was "clothes"... Angel glanced at Laplace's heavy attire from the corner of his eye.
Could it be Laplace's clothes? Luigi is still in the aria, and the first sentence mentions "This is the fragrance that emitted from eternity ago", so it is the Phantom of Clothing? It has been worn for eternity and has not been changed.
clothing?
Angel's expression was slightly strange when he thought of this.
While Angel was thinking wildly, Luigi's plucked strings finally came to the last stroke, and the long tail note had a regretful aftertaste.
When the sound of the harp stopped, Luigi sighed, stretched out his hand and touched the prismatic gemstone under the harp.
Immediately afterwards there was a burst of smoke.
When the smoke dissipated, a transparent bottle appeared in mid-air.
The bottle was not big, so Laplace waved her hand gently, and the bottle flew over and lay flat in her palm.
"This is what you want." Laplace said to Angel, while releasing a glass cover and covering the bottle with another layer.
Angel originally subconsciously wanted to use his mental power to explore, but the newly appeared glass cover directly blocked his mental power.
Obviously, Laplace did not want Angel to study it in depth.
And according to the agreement between Angel and Laplace, he did not need to study it in depth, he could just use the dream conch to pull it directly into his dream.
Although Laplace had no intention of letting Angel study it, he did not stop Angel from observing it.
Angel had previously guessed that what Luigi brought might be a piece of "clothes", but now it seems that it is different from what he imagined.
What was in Laplace's palm was a glass bottle. To be precise, it was a glass bottle containing something.
It is somewhat similar to the "ship in a bottle", except that the ship in the bottle has a complete ship in the bottle, but this glass bottle does not contain a ship, but a creature made of countless silver scales.
This creature is so large that it takes up 80% of the space inside the bottle.
At first glance, it looks a bit like a whale with silver scales. Its body is wide in front and long in back, with a round head and flat tail, and a silvery streak. If it is really a whale, it may be a whale of the genus Beluga.
I have to say that this "whale" in the bottle has a dreamy beauty.
It's hard to look away.
"This is..." Angel raised his head and looked at the cold Laplace in front of him: "Is this your true body?"
Laplace pursed his lips, as if unwilling to say anything, but after hesitating for a moment, he still said: "It's just the shape of the main body, the inside is empty."
Is it really the true body?! Angel was surprised for a moment, but on the surface he remained calm.
Angel once thought about Laplace's true form, but he didn't expect it to be so... a fairy tale and a dream.
Even though the races are different, this does not hinder Angel's aesthetic ability.
Angel said after a moment of silence: "Is this... shedding of scales?"
Laplace did not deny it, nodded and said: "So."
A look of realization appeared on Angel's face. No wonder Luigi would say that this is "a garment that emerges after the years have washed away." For some scaly creatures, shedding their scales is a common thing, just like shedding their skin, replacing themselves.
A protective layer. It is also consistent to compare shedding scales to clothes.
Moreover, the shedding of scales is also consistent with what Angel said is "something that has always been around Laplace."
But, generally speaking, shedding of scales should have a greater protective effect, right? Does it really have any means of attack?
Facing Angel's doubts, Laplace said calmly: "This is the first time my body sheds its scales. It has been blessed by the will of the world, which gives it a good attack power."
Laplace spoke very restrainedly, and did not specify the means of attack or the intensity of the attack. However, since it was the blessing of the world's will, Angel believed that the attack power would never be low.
Angel took a deep look at the molted scale in the bottle, then raised his head and said to Laplace: "Now that it has arrived, my research can begin. What else does Ms. Laplace have?"
Any questions?"
Laplace: "Besides using the dream conch to pull my molted scales into the dream world, is there anything else you need my cooperation for?"
Angel: "Maybe there will be. For specific circumstances, we have to see the effect first."
Laplace actually still didn't understand what Angel's so-called "effect" was, but she didn't ask, just gently tossed the "whale" in the bottle into the air.
Then Laplace turned to look at Luigi who was looking curiously: "Go back first and go to my body."
Luigi's head, which was still looking around, immediately stopped, and his beautiful pupils showed grievance: "The mountain rain destroyed the palace, the storm rolled up the broken tiles, and the lightning ignited the legacy. It seems ruthless, but at least the mountain rain brings
As a warning, the storm is clearing away the filth, even the lightning still shines for a moment...and all of this is more sentimental than you."
Laplace: "If you keep talking, I will ground you for ten years. You will be grounded here. You will not be able to go anywhere."
Luigi had already thought of a line, but he swallowed it back instantly.
"Okay, okay, I'll go back, I'll go back."
As he spoke, Luigi held his mouth in frustration, played sad music, and went away with the wind.
Looking at Luigi's leaving figure, Angel couldn't bear to say: "Actually, it doesn't matter if I leave him here, right?"
Laplace: "Aren't you afraid that he will disturb your research? When the wise men were studying here, he was the only one who was not allowed to come in."
Angel thought about it again and again, but couldn't help but said: "Isn't he just you? Can't you just tell him not to speak?"
Laplace looked at Laplace with a strange look: "He is me, but he also has his own personality. Why should I make him silent?"
Angel: "..." You have your own personality, and you still say it's you?
Angel didn't understand.
Angel originally wanted to continue asking about the time-based strategies used by Laplace, but Laplace had already turned around and walked aside, leaving the "research field" to Angel.
Angel thought for a while and didn't ask any more questions. It was better to try it first. Whether he could build a new "Dream Wilderness" here was more important.
Angel closed his eyes and slowly eliminated irrelevant thoughts.
After his mood gradually returned to calm, he opened his eyes and took out the dream conch from the bracelet.
Laplace also saw the Dream Conch in the distance. She seemed to be very interested in this "mysterious thing full of legends" and looked at it carefully.
At this time, Angel no longer cared about the external situation. He slowly raised his hand, held his breath, and activated the Dream Conch.
As the Dream Conch was activated, a large amount of mysterious aura emerged.
The mysterious aura was like a torrent, controlled by Angel, aimed at the whale in the bottle in mid-air.
Soon, the mysterious atmosphere enveloped the whale in the bottle.
In less than a second, the mysterious aura disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the dream conch was put back into the bracelet by Angel.
The whole process was without any hiccups.
Laplace looked confused and wanted to ask Angel what happened, but saw that Angel in the distance had closed his eyes at some point.