With doubts, Angel changed his perspective to God's perspective.
He first stretched his vision to the clouds, almost overlooking the entire modern city, to observe his specific location.
The location where Gleipnir and others first arrived was probably in the South Thirteenth District.
The place where he arrived this time was in the West Fifteenth District, just outside the Sixth Ring Road. It was even more remote than the place where Gleipnir first arrived.
It is also further away from Prada Media Company in the North 9th District.
However, Angel discovered that although the place he was in was remote, there was a round-the-city train platform about three hundred meters away.
As long as you board this city-circling train, it won't take long to reach your destination.
After determining his position, Angel looked for the current location of the starworm through God's perspective.
Soon, Angel found the star bug.
He seems to be heading towards the North 7th District now. From his walking trajectory, Angel can basically determine that he is now heading towards the Sona neighborhood.
This reminded Angel of the intelligence rewards Starworm and Gleipnir had received previously:
"Rumor 1: In the corridor in the middle of the lake in the Sona neighborhood, every midnight recently, someone hears curses. The closer to the center of the corridor, the louder the curses become."
Therefore, Starworm most likely went to the Sona neighborhood to check for information there.
When Angel saw the intelligence reward, he actually checked the intelligence location. However, when he checked from a God's perspective, he didn't find anything.
Now that the starworm has passed by, I wonder if we can find any clues?
Angel didn't think too deeply about it. Anyway, as long as he knew the location of the star bug, Angel didn't care too much about the rest.
Although according to Graipnir's guess, this information about Sona Street is most likely related to fashion monsters; Angel himself is also very interested in fashion monsters, but he has no idea of robbing others of their opportunities.
After determining the location of the star bug, Angel lowered the God's perspective to further observe the situation at his location.
There was no one around, which was strange.
Since Angel had already arrived, he naturally wanted to see what was going on.
As the field of vision narrowed, Angel not only saw "himself", but also saw the general appearance of this slum area.
Not only was there absolutely no one within a few dozen meters of his location, but the total number of people in the huge slum could probably be counted on both hands.
As for where the others went?
Angel's eyes were fixed on a huge open-air lawn several hundred meters away.
This lawn covers an extremely large area and can accommodate several stages. Different activities seem to be held on each stage.
Tens of thousands of people reveled around these stages.
From the dense crowd of people dressing up, Angel saw a large number of clothing styles with ruins style and wasteland style as the main combinations.
If nothing unexpected happens, these people are most likely from slums.
"So, all the people here went to the lawn to participate in the stage activities?" Angel could clearly see through God's perspective that there were many people dressed in extremely exaggerated costumes on each stage and around the stage.
There are even strong men who use more than ten meters of thin steel bars to make exoskeleton clothing...
According to what Geralt said before, these people with extremely exaggerated clothes are most likely fashion magicians.
If a fashion magician holds an event, will it be the same as the previous fashion show held by Watkins in a shopping mall to attract fashion monsters?
Thinking of the "fashion monster", Angel's eyes flashed with curiosity.
The fashion magic system is an energy system that suddenly appears in the Wonderland copy, and the source is "fashion monsters". How do fashion monsters appear? How do their abilities work? Are they hidden in people's hearts?
Angel was quite curious about these questions.
Before, I only saw Fashion Monster through the live broadcast and through the screen.
Now that he has the opportunity to get in touch with fashion monsters in person, Angel naturally wants to go and see them.
Thinking of this, Angel didn't hesitate and turned around and walked towards the open lawn.
The distance of a few hundred meters was not that far. It only took a few minutes for Angel to reach the edge of the lawn. From here, he could already see the several large stages in the center of the lawn.
The surroundings were full of excited and carnival crowds.
Looking from a distance, Angel really didn't see what was happening on the stage.
Fashion show? Beauty show? Light show?
It seems like neither.
Because there was a little bit of everything on the stage, there were even people singing, dancing, and playing games of finding things... It looked more like a hodgepodge.
Could this be the characteristic of the Western District?
Angel was thinking as he prepared to walk onto the lawn.
But at this moment, a voice sounded from not far away.
"Hey, that friend over there is the one dressed in Renaissance clothes! Hoo ho... look here!" A tired and breathless voice sounded in Angel's ears.
"Hey, didn't you hear that? The one with golden hair!"
Angel didn't pay attention at first. He didn't understand "Renaissance" at all. But when the other party mentioned "blond hair", Angel paused.
There was no one else around, and his hair was indeed golden. - In reality, Angel would most of the time give himself a skin with red hair and golden eyes; but in the Dream Crystal Plain, it was restored to its original appearance.
So, could it be that the person the other party called was me?
With doubts, Angel turned his head and looked.
After wandering around for a while, Angel didn't see anyone.
At this time, the voice sounded again: "Here, I'm here. Look down!"
Angel's eyes moved downward and finally saw the person who spoke.
It was a big fat man stuck in the sewer opening.
Only his upper body was exposed, and his fat belly was stuck in the sewer opening, making it impossible for him to go up or down.
When Angel noticed him, he said shyly: "Hello good friend, I accidentally got stuck... Can you give me a hand? Thank you very much!"
After the other party said this, the blush floated from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and the side of his neck. It was obvious that the other party's "help" had taken away all the courage he had mustered.
Although Angel felt that the scene in front of him was a bit funny, he still suppressed his smile and nodded calmly: "Okay."
After speaking, Angel walked over to the other party's grateful eyes and tried to pull him out.
However, his belly was too big, and it was a little difficult for Angel to control his strength so as not to hurt him and to pull him out.
When Angel hesitated to put in more effort, the other party's face turned even redder, and he said in a voice almost like a mosquito: "There is lubricating oil on my chest pocket, why don't you put some on my belly... …”
Angel: "???"
Seeing Angel's weird expression, he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, that's engine oil, used for mechanical care..."
Sure enough, Angel found a long mechanical bottle in his breast pocket.
Under the other party's guidance, Angel turned the gear and opened the bottle.
A distinct smell of engine oil immediately wafted out of the bottle.
Angel silently poured the engine oil on the lip of the sewer. With the help of Yourun, Angel finally pulled the other party out of the stuck state.
After the fat man came out, Angel discovered that except for a short jacket with pockets, he had almost no other extra clothing on his body.
Obviously, the other party is very aware of his body shape, so in order to avoid getting stuck, he takes off everything that needs to be taken off.
But even so, he underestimated his fat.
"I'm sorry to trouble you." The fat man looked grateful and bowed to Angel continuously.
It was also at this time that Angel took stock of this person.
He has short brown hair and a lot of flesh on his face. Like his body, it is all accumulated flesh. But his skin is very white and he looks extremely young, about fourteen or five years old.
His eyes are shy, his expression is awkward and shy
"When I came out last month, I could take my hands out and apply engine oil myself. But in the past two months, I may have eaten a little too much and gained a little weight, which caused my hands to get stuck."
Angel: "..." Is it a little bit, or a billion points? Angel is very doubtful.
Although this person is not as fat as Graia, he is still a small mountain of meat, and he is young. If he continues his horizontal development, he will probably eventually become a big demon like Graia.
"You're welcome." Angel nodded and was about to turn around and leave.
At this time, Xiaopang spoke again: "Are you going to the carnival too? Let's go together. It just so happens that we are both from the underground neighborhood and can take care of each other!"
From the same underground neighborhood? Angel was stunned for two seconds before he reacted. It was probably because when he pulled the other person out, the other person sensed that he had no identity.
Just like Geralt back then,
Just passing by Gleipnir and others, I felt that they had no identity, and mistakenly thought that they were the same kind in the underground neighborhood.
Angel thought for a moment and didn't refute.
Having an underground neighborhood identity is better than having none at all.
"Then let's go together." Angel paused: "But I'm not here to participate in the carnival. I'm just curious when I see it for the first time, so I just came here to have a look."
"First time here?" Xiaopang smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Then I will introduce you to some fun things later!"
After a pause, Xiaopang continued: "Wait for me for a moment, I will pull out my clothes."
As he said that, Xiaopang squatted at the entrance of the sewer, pulled out a steel cable, and then pulled out an iron box with great effort.
There is also a picture of a wild boar with tusks on the outside of the iron box.
Then, under Angel's gaze, Xiaopang gently clicked a button on the iron box, and the iron box immediately began to glow and disintegrate.
An iron statue of "Flying Piggy" is revealed.
And then...
The Flying Pig continued to glow and disintegrate, turning into various mechanical armors that fit around the little fat guy.
At this moment, Angel seemed to have seen the transformation of a beautiful girl in a holographic tablet anime, or maybe the transformation of a Saint Seiya?
Finally, when the light dissipated, a fat man wearing pig-shaped flying armor appeared in front of Angel.
Is it really...sacred clothing?
Xiaopang may have also noticed that Angel's eyes were dazed. He lifted up his pig-shaped visor, revealing his fair and chubby face, and said with a smile: "This is the Flying Pig Holy Armor that I designed myself. Isn't it very powerful?"
Looking at the small wing design on the shoulders and the "smart" black bean eyes on the visor, Angel said silently: "It's very fierce..."
After a pause, Angel was silent for a moment and said, "Are you a fashion magician?"
The reason why Angel asked this question was mainly because the glowing and disintegrating Saint Cloth of the other party obviously involved "extraordinary elements", and the extraordinary elements of Modern City are not just fashion magicians. Moreover, Xiaopang's so-called "Flying Pig Holy Armor" "The level of exaggeration is also very high. According to Geralt's theory, the more exaggerated you are, the more likely you are to be a fashion magician.
Xiaopang was stunned for two seconds, then nodded and said: "I am indeed a fashion magician, but I am a little different from other fashion magicians..."
Angel: "It's different? What's the difference?"
Xiaopang was silent for two seconds and said a little shyly: "I'm very weak..."
Angel recalled how he was stuck at the sewer entrance, and seemed to understand something.
"No matter what, you are at least a fashion magician." Angel comforted me.
After Xiaopang heard Angel's words, he thought for a few seconds and replied: "I'm sorry, I'm not showing off. I believe you also have the opportunity to become a fashion magician."
Angel: "???" What are you apologizing for?
…
After a while of mutual introductions, Angel also knew Xiaopang’s name.
However, after learning the other party's name, no corresponding fairyland prompt appeared, which also shows that the other party has neither main tasks nor side tasks.
Angel was not surprised by this. After all, there were so many people in Modern City, and only a few of them had main missions and side missions.
"Nathaniel. Jacob. Alistair. Gabe..." Angel remembered the other person's name.
Xiaopang waved his hand: "The name is just a code name, you should call me Xiaopang."
Angel nodded: "Little Fatty, can you tell me what this carnival is about?"
Angel asked as he walked towards the lawn.
Xiaopang scratched his head: "How can I put it this way? This carnival is a place for entertainment. You can understand that everyone is here to have fun. Moreover, many people here are from underground neighborhoods, so there is no need to worry about physical contact, let alone I’m worried that someone will report me.”
"You don't have to think about that much anyway, just go in and play."
Angel: "I don't have to think about that much? You mean, for ordinary people, they don't need to think too much, they just have fun. But for you fashion magicians, this actually has a different meaning?"
Xiaopang glanced at Angel: "Although you think a little too much...but what you think is actually right."
"This matter should not be told to ordinary people, but you just helped me, and this rule is stipulated by the Fashion Guild for those with legal status on the ground. We are people in the underground neighborhood and are not subject to jurisdiction. So. , it doesn’t matter if I tell you.”
"For fashion magicians, this does have other meanings."