"You don't know the source?" Greya looked unbelieving: "Didn't you hide that item inside?"
That object? Angel looked stunned, and it took him a while to realize it. Greya seemed to think that he had placed a mysterious object in the illusion.
Angel explained dumbfounded: "That's just a feeling, not a real thing."
"It's just a feeling, not a real object?" Greya muttered this sentence in a low voice, with an expression that seemed to have understanding. She had guessed at the beginning that Angel would not be able to hide a mysterious object in the illusion and give it away at will, but
She still didn't believe that Angel could incorporate a sense of mystery into the fantasy.
But now Angel has admitted this fact, which allows her to make up for it with logic.
However, bigger doubts filled Greya's mind: "How did you integrate it into the illusion? This is obviously impossible, unless you have advanced to..."
——The mysterious alchemist?
Faced with Greya's doubts, Angel didn't know what to say. It was impossible for him to tell what happened inside the little spot.
At this moment, Sanders, who had been sitting on the sofa as a spectator, suddenly spoke out:
"What are you talking about? Why don't you explain it?"
Sanders interrupted Greya and let Angel go down the steps, breathing a huge sigh of relief.
Greya rolled her eyes and squinted at Sanders: "It seems like your apprentice has a lot of things hidden from you."
Although the content of Greya's words was sarcastic, Sanders could capture the deep jealousy in Greya's words.
Sanders thought for a moment and looked at Angel: Could it be that Angel had done something outrageous and outrageous, and even a true wizard like Greia spoke with envy?
Sanders decided to ask Angel secretly what was going on.
But at this time, Grea said: "I know you want to ask Angel privately, but no, you can come and see for yourself."
As she spoke, Greya glanced at Angel with complex emotions, and then directly activated the illusion in the brooch, bringing all three people present into the illusion.
In an instant, the world turned upside down, and a thin layer of mist filled their eyes.
Soon, Angel and Greya broke through the fog.
This is a basic test. As long as you let go of your mental defense, you can enter the illusion. As long as there is even a trace of hesitation in your heart and you don't open your mental defense, you will not be included in this place.
Angel and Greia were the first to appear on a trail.
This is the starting point of the illusion, the path in front of the cave. Greya raised her eyebrows. She thought she would read her original information and enter the mysterious mountain, but she didn't expect to appear here. Because this time there was more than one person.
Entering a fantasy world?
Thoughts were still swirling in Greya's mind, but she spoke first: "Look, you are just superficial masters and apprentices. Your mentor doesn't trust you at all, and he doesn't even dare to open the mental defense line."
Greya purposely pulled Sanders into the illusion without explaining anything just to say this.
She naturally knew that this would not alienate their master-disciple relationship, but it was enough to disgust them and then make herself feel better.
"In the future, if your mentor doesn't want you anymore, or dies in a foreign country, my door will be open for you at any time." Greya patted Angel on the shoulder, as if she was considering him.
"I thought you would use the night to cover up some of the logical flaws in the illusion, but if you look carefully, there are no fallacies in some of the basic concepts." At some point, Sanders appeared behind them, and he was able to take in the surroundings.
scenery.
Sanders first commented on his first impression of the illusion, and then turned to Greia and said: "By the time I die, I guess Angel will be no less powerful than you. What's more, I will never die.
.”
So, if you want to seduce Angel, you'd better give it a rest.
In response, Greya rolled her eyes secretly.
Sanders finished speaking and came to Angel's side: "What is your purpose in constructing this illusion?"
For Sanders, you at least have a purpose when building an illusion. Whether it's trapping enemies, killing enemies, or like the music box that Angel refined, there must always be a purpose.
For now, he has not yet seen what Angel's purpose is in this illusion.
And, what is the theme you want to express?
Is it simply a meaningless fantasy fused into a brooch? Sanders thinks that’s not the case. From the ambiguous questions that Grea came to Angel to ask, it can be seen that there is definitely something in this fantasy.
What's so tricky.
"Purpose." Angel thought for a while: "Meeting the conditions proposed by Lady Greia is my purpose."
The implication is that Greya took the initiative to refine this brooch. Serving customers is his purpose.
"What is Greya's request?"
"To have the feeling of the nightmare world, and..."
"And new ideas." Greya continued smoothly: "Angel has done it all, and he has done it very well. I believe that apart from the technical work of alchemy, if you just use illusions to speak, you may not be able to do it.
The fantasy world constructed by Biangel is also innovative."
Greya stabbed Sanders again, and stepped hard on the illusion territory that Sanders was best at.
Sanders did not speak, but silently observed where the so-called "new ideas" and "themes" of this illusion were. Previously, Angel said that Greia had two requirements. The first one was the feeling of the nightmare world.
, he still hasn’t felt any sense of the nightmare world.
So where are these feelings of nightmare world?
Sanders looked towards the sky, where the fog was thick and the moon was cold.
The foundation of this illusion is very weak. It may be able to confuse people below the third-level apprentice. But for him, it can be broken directly. But since Greya moves in the illusion like an ordinary person, he
It is also impossible to do these things of boiling cranes and burning harps.
Then let’s take a step at a time to see what kind of foreshadowing Angel has laid in this illusion.
At this time, Greya touched the bell on the stone pile in front of the cave and asked Angel: "Are the platforms different in each area?"
Angel nodded: "That's right."
"Your platform in Witch Town makes it easy for me to find a meal." Greya complained.
Thinking of the platform he set up in the oil painting, Angel smiled and said: "It's just fun."
"You have to know that your fun is actually playing with me." Greya pretended to be angry. Seeing Angel admitting his mistakes repeatedly, she snorted coldly: "Forget it, just pass the time."
While they were chatting, the cat bus finally arrived.
Sanders looked at this cat bus full of childlike fun and imagination, and couldn't help but look amused: "Is this what you call a platform bus?"
Angel scratched his head in confusion: "Yes, this is the cat bus, the means of transportation in this fantasy world."
Greya had already boarded the bus and said to them: "I'm going to the Mysterious Mountain, do you want to come with me?"
Sanders shook his head. Listening to Greya's tone, there seemed to be something weird in the Mysterious Mountain. Sanders planned to go to the Mysterious Mountain one last time. It was difficult to get to Angel's fantasy. He wanted to check it out first.
Let’s take a look at Angel’s fantasy.
Since Sanders has not passed away, Angel naturally has to stay. As a person whose "homework" was inspected by the teacher, although he wanted to leave, he did not dare to bring it up at this moment.
Greya rode the Cat Bus and said, "I'll wait for you at the Mysterious Mountain. I hope it won't take too long."
After Grea left, Sanders imitated her and rang the bell on the stone pile. After a while, the second cat bus arrived and the two got on the bus.
"Cat Bus is at your service. Where do you want to go?" The orange cat's big head turned to the carriage, and two light bulbs, like light sources, shined on the two people, illuminating their faces with pale faces, which were incompatible with the orange lights in the carriage.
make a difference.
"Go to Witch Town." Sanders glanced at the platform sign and said directly.
From beginning to end, Sanders did not ask Angel for his opinion on the illusion.
Sitting in the carriage, Angel felt uneasy: "Teacher, the witch town in the fantasy world is actually very different from the witch town in the nightmare world. I have been to very few witch towns, and they are all my own imagination."
Sanders didn't say anything about this, but instead commented on the illusion he had seen so far.
As Greya said, so far, Sanders has not found anything wrong with this illusion. The environment of this mountain forest is lush and there are almost no logical errors.
However, Sanders still found some familiar places: "This mountain forest seems to have some landforms that are similar to the fairy tale world. Did you learn from the terrain there?"
Angel nodded. The landform here did draw on part of the environment of the fairy tale world, but in fact, a large part, such as the smooth asphalt road, as well as the stop signs and pavilions on the roadside, are all from movies on earth civilization.
.
"You have good observation skills. Letting you go out will be very helpful in constructing your illusion. Mountains and rivers are natural and are the best instructors." Sanders was very satisfied with Angel's understanding. He did not reach a certain level before he reached a certain level.
Before, the unrestrained fantasy still had to comply with the rules.
After arriving at Witch Town, Sanders raised his eyebrows. He did not expect that the feeling of the nightmare world would be here. Moreover, Angel divided the fantasy world into different areas. This is also an interesting method, which is somewhat similar to the nightmare world.
regional distribution.
Along the way, Sanders did not speak, but carefully observed Angel's fantasy.
Although his face was expressionless, there was still some subtle admiration in his eyes. Integrating the feeling of the nightmare world into the illusion is an ability that only Angel can probably do. It is so real, so appropriate, and so
Fit.
It is estimated that every wizard, even a true wizard, can't help but admire such an illusion.
Sanders walked around the Witch Town and experienced the horror of Greia. Regarding this long-lost horror, Sanders had only one comment: "Your talent allows you to cooperate."
Nightmares control the emotions of other people in the illusion, but the upper and lower limits of this emotion are based on your personal experience."
"The horror I just experienced is the kind of horror reaction and degree of horror you think you should have. Using your standards to define other people's tolerance for horror will greatly undermine your fantasy."