The shuttle through the void of consciousness was extremely fast. Calculated by external time, they arrived at the end point - Yinsen Space in almost the blink of an eye.
Along with a slight feeling of weightlessness, Angel felt like he was falling from the void of consciousness, falling continuously, as if he was about to fall from a higher-dimensional world.
Until...he suddenly opened his eyes.
What he smelled in his nose was the scent of the forest, his feet were no longer floating, and Angel could feel the energy floating around him.
The sense of time dislocation in the void of consciousness also disappeared.
There is no doubt that he is back.
Angel looked around. He was still on the grass in Yinsen Space, and his body was not abnormal, so he stood up on the soft ground.
Angel stood still and was about to see where Laplace was when a crisp voice suddenly sounded from not far away.
"Want to come over for a cup of tea?"
Angel looked back and found that the speaker was a "Laplace" wearing a black and red dress. Her hair was dark purple and her eyes were black and red. She looked a bit gothic.
Angel knows her, she is Luigi's natural enemy, and she is also a special existence among all the clones of Laplace - the divine blood clone.
The divine blood clone was currently sitting at the long dancing table, holding a cup of hot tea with billowing smoke in his hand.
Angel wanted to refuse, but before he could speak, he heard a rustling sound beside him.
Turning around, I realized that it was Laplace walking towards the long table. As he passed by, Laplace whispered: "Go over and have a chat. The Scarlet Lantern Demon Queen has given me an answer."
Interesting information.”
After finishing speaking, Laplace had already arrived at the long table.
The long table, which seemed to have ADHD, was anthropomorphically rolled up at one corner to welcome Laplace's arrival, just like a girl pulling up the skirts on both sides to slightly flatter herself.
Not only that, a bouncing armchair floated around, allowing Laplace to sit down smoothly.
Angel scratched his temples and walked over.
When the long dancing table faced Angel, it also gave him a warm "blessing gift". As the long table moved, some of the tableware on the table were also lifted off, falling on the table with a crisp crackling sound.
But even so, these dinner plates and tea sets were not broken or shaken, and they were still placed neatly after being settled.
While Angel was paying attention to the tea set, a seat floated up behind him, allowing him to sit down unobstructed.
After sitting down, the candlestick on the long table began to dance and sang a "Song of the Forest".
The thick-covered book placed next to the candlestick floated in front of Angel and turned the pages automatically. As he turned the pages, he asked in a sharp voice: "How about this page? Du, who is popular in the hot gold city.
Ducha? Or this page? The Queen Tooth Fairy’s favorite frozen tooth black tea?”
Angel noticed that there were exquisite patterns on each page of the thick book. These patterns were hot tea and corresponding handicaps.
Although it doesn't look like a pattern, it still emits smoke, and the smoke even penetrates through the pages of the book and spreads out.
Angel could easily smell the strong aroma of tea in the smoke.
The smoke on each page may be strong or light, and the aroma of tea is also different.
At this time, Laplace on the side said: "Give me a glass of ice water."
The thick-covered book was stunned for a moment, and while turning the pages, he muttered: "There is obviously delicious tea, but why do you always like ice water? This makes me worthless."
Laplace glanced at the thick book: "If you want to have value, say less words."
The divine blood clone opposite also said: "Yes, you are too noisy."
Facing the double fight between the two "Laplaces", the thick-covered book didn't care at all, and even laughed out loud, as if being noticed and interrupted was the value of its existence.
After a while, the thick book turned to a page.
Angel noticed that the picture on this page was of an iceberg and a snow lake, and there was also a note next to it: the melting spring from the snow peak of Luka in the Ice Country.
Ice country? Beluka Snow Peak? So the icebergs and snow lakes on this page are Beluka Snow Peak?
When Angel was curious, the thick-covered book suddenly shook, and extremely cold ice springs flowed out of thin air on the page.
These ice springs fell out of thin air, but they did not drip on the table. Instead, they were filled by the teapot that "jumped" over, and not a drop fell outside.
After the teapot is full, it is poured into the teacup next to it.
Even from a distance of one meter, Angel could smell the refreshing cold breath.
Laplace picked up the "ice water" and took a slow sip.
At this time, the thick-shell book floated in front of Angel again and asked: "How about this page? No, I haven't turned the page yet. I don't want to keep pouring ice water, I will be frozen."
Angel looked at the vibrant thick-covered book with a subtle expression: "Did you conjure the water on every page here?"
Thick-covered book: "Of course not, I bought these from outside and stored them in the pages."
The divine blood clone opposite also added: "I am the one buying the water, you are just filling it."
The thick-covered book did not refute, but muttered in a low voice: "But I was the one who drew the pages."
Listening to the conversation between the thick-shell book and the divine blood clone, Angel roughly understood that each page of the thick-shell book was probably a storage space, which contained the corresponding water, drinks and snacks.
Judging from the steaming hot tea that the divine blood clone drank, and the icy ice water from Laplace, the pages of the thick-covered book should have the function of preserving freshness and freezing time.
While Angel was thinking, the pages of the thick book were still turning.
Thick-covered book: "Have you made your choice? Or do you not like any of these?"
Angel wanted to say no, but refusing like this seemed a bit unsociable. In the end, he chose a page at random: "That's it."
At the moment of selection, Angel didn't even see what it was. When he took a closer look, he realized that the picture displayed on the page was a mirror dragon surrounded by black clouds, drinking heavily in front of a lake.
"It's the elemental dragon's special electric water." The thick-covered book said, "It's very good. No one drinks the electric water. I thought it was going to rot in the pages of the book."
As he spoke, water continued to seep out of the thick-covered book.
The teapot in front of Angel jumped over to catch the seeping water.
The water looks like normal spring water, nothing abnormal.
However, while Angel was studying it, the sleeping mini black cloud above the long table suddenly opened its cute big eyes, and then a bolt of lightning struck, hitting the teapot.
Then Angel saw that the blackened teapot was dizzy for a while, floated into the air again, and then poured a cup of electric water filled with electric snakes into the teacup.
Angel: "..." Is this the so-called special electric water? It was struck by lightning on the spot? Is this something people can drink?
Angel was speechless, but the divine blood clone on the opposite side saw this and said: "The water is contaminated with the breath of the elemental dragon, so it is most suitable for thunder and lightning. Drinking it will not cause much harm, and it will also give you a numbing and crispy feeling."
"It is said that many people outside like this kind of electric water... Of course, I don't like it, because in my opinion, this water is the bath water of elemental dragons."
When he heard the first half of the divine blood clone's words, Angel had already picked up the water and almost put it into his mouth.
But the second half of her sentence made Angel silently put down the electric water.
Under the suspicious eyes of the thick-covered book, Angel coughed: "I'll drink it later, I'm not thirsty yet."
Although the thick-covered book was still puzzled, it didn't urge him anymore. It fluttered to the side and whispered to the candlestick, which was humming a tender tune.
Looking at the long dancing table in front of me, the singing candlesticks, the fragrant books... and the cute and big-eyed thunder clouds above my head.
Angel felt inexplicably relaxed while feeling absurd.
Maybe this is why witches like to participate in tea parties?
…
Angel finally took a sip of the elemental dragon's "bath" water.
It’s similar to what the Divine Blood Clone said. It’s really crispy and numb when you drink it, and the feeling in your throat is a bit like eating popping candy with Sichuan peppercorns.
Does anyone really like this taste?
It can only be said that Angel personally cannot appreciate it. If you think of it as bath water, it will be even harder.
Although he didn't like it very much, in order not to waste it, Angel still held his breath and drank a whole cup. When the teapot was about to pour a second cup, Angel decisively refused it.
"Is there a message from the Scarlet Lantern Demon Queen?" Angel turned to look at Laplace.
Laplace: "Gleipnir, as the intermediary, has begun to mediate between the two sides. The Bloodscourge has not spoken yet, but its attitude is softened than before."
Angel: "Isn't Gleipnir having a meeting with various tribes? It won't affect her, right?"
Laplace shook his head: "No, besides, Bloodscourge itself may also know the information about the Doom Puppet. This is consistent with the goal of Gleipnir's meeting."
After a pause, Laplace continued: "Although there has not been much progress on the Blood Disaster side, the Scarlet Lantern Demon Queen has sent some information about the Blood Disaster."
To be continued...