1 Sanders had not been seen for more than a month. When Angel saw him again, he was sitting on a chair by the window in the study with his legs crossed, basking in the sun.
He was dressed very neatly, almost the same as before, a complicated but strict black dress, black pants, black leather boots, white lace gloves, a short cane and a short cap.
At first glance, it was normal, but when Angel came closer, his eyebrows frowned.
Sanders's hat was pressed very low, and from a distance he could only see his straight nose and thin lips with clear lines under the shadow. But when he closed the study door and walked to Sanders, he faintly noticed
Arrived at a strange place.
A black thread passed through his eyes covered by the shadow of his hat and hung by his ear.
In the past, Angel had seen a hanging chain fall on Sanders's ear, but it represented a single-sided spectacle, which is the standard equipment of many noble wizards. But this black line has a distinct texture of cloth.
There is a clear gap with metallic unilateral glasses.
"Teacher, I'm here." Angel whispered.
Sanders did not raise his head, still pressing the brim of his hat, letting the sun cast dappled light on his body: "Sit down, I was planning to test the alchemical illusion you refined, and you happened to be here. Can you tell me about it?"
My experience while refining."
"Of course, the experience I am referring to is not the alchemy technique, but the state of your refining. I want to try to find out whether the final expression of the mysterious object has any internal connection with your state." Sanders said.
Angel said "hmm".
Sanders did not immediately start testing Angel's alchemical illusion, and still leaned back lazily on his chair: "You came to me this time, maybe it's not just for the alchemical illusion, right?"
Angel nodded. He originally wanted to ask about Sanders's situation these days, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't ask. He could only change the topic and whispered: "Teacher, I have asked you about Sanders' situation these days.
I have initially mastered the Eye of Narda, and I have also identified the rhombus crystal that Little Spot gave me."
Sanders paused for a moment, then finally raised his head and looked at Angel in surprise.
Angel was about to tell the identification results, but when Sanders raised his head and saw his eyes under the shadow, Angel was suddenly stunned.
A hideous scar was scratched from Sanders's forehead, passed through his right eye, and finally settled on his cheekbone.
Sanders' entire right eye was covered in a black eyepatch, and the black line Angel saw earlier was the line of the eyepatch.
"Teacher, your eyes..."
Sanders took off his hat carelessly and put it aside on the table. Under the direct sunlight, Angel could see it more clearly. The scar was not only hideous, but also full of terrifying, violent and chaotic energy.
.
Sanders touched the edge of the wound: "I suffered a small injury when I went to the nightmare world."
This short sentence, plain and calm, made Angel seem to see a bloody storm behind him.
While Sanders was speaking, the scar on his right eye was slowly drawing a drop of blood.
"There is energy residue on the scar, so the healing is not ideal," Sanders said.
Angel now understood that such a horrific scar showed no sign of healing even a month after Sanders returned to the real world. No wonder Sanders has been avoiding it.
"Teacher, what is the area where the mysterious attic is? What did you encounter there?" Angel asked.
Sanders was silent for a while and then said, "I didn't encounter anything."
"Nothing happened? Then what happened to the instructor's injury?"
"It's precisely because we haven't encountered anything that that's the scarier thing." Sanders smiled bitterly: "The area there shouldn't be the periphery, but it's not close to the core area. I don't know."
When Angel wanted to ask about something more specific, Sanders waved his hand: "Let's talk about the matter there later. I have already obtained the coordinates. I will give the wooden lock to Elisa next time I see her.
You don’t have to worry about the Bloody Throne."
Sanders didn't want to say anything. Angel knew that he wouldn't get an answer even if he asked, so he could only nod and never talk about it again.
"Are the instructor's injuries and eyes okay now?"
"The wound is healing, but the healing speed is very slow. As for the eyes... I have asked Flora to go out and find out for me. I am planning to transplant an eye." Sanders lowered his head and smiled. Originally, he had not planned to transplant an eye.
, because this eye color is a symbol of his family. But now it has to be transplanted, and there is no way.
"Don't talk about me, let's talk about you. The Eye of Narda is not so easy to learn. I didn't expect your progress to be so fast. I once heard a rumor that the current Southern Alchemy World, Sky Mechanical City
The most powerful alchemist, the 'Mediocre' Muse, it took him a month to learn the Eye of Narda. You and him, it seems, are not far apart." Sanders put on his hat again and looked at Ange
Er: "Tell me, what was the result of your identification of the rhombus crystal?"
Sanders's evaluation is very high, but Angel himself knows very well that there is still a gap between him and the alchemical genius like Muse, and even the gap between him and Midora is not small. If it were not for the power of the Vientiane Axis and the Holographic Tablet,
Calculated, it was impossible for him to successfully practice the Eye of Narda within a month.
However, it was naturally impossible for Angel to tell the details. He took out the rhombus crystal from the bracelet and answered Sanders' question: "There are many questions about this rhombus crystal, and I have not identified it. But based on the comprehensive results,
Based on the results and my personal speculation, I think the instructor’s initial guess may be correct.”
Sanders' eyes narrowed: "What do you mean?"
"It should be a spiritual power that can be passed down." When Angel said this, he clearly felt that Sanders's expression became serious.
And, in an instant, Angel could no longer hear the chirping of insects and birds outside, or the sound of wind in the forest.
He was dragged into the Gravity Garden by Sanders.
"In the outside world, anything you say may be recorded by the String of the World, the Wheel of Time and other general trends, so be careful with your words and actions." Sanders said in a solemn tone.
"Are you sure this is a spiritual power that can be passed down?" Sanders took the diamond-shaped crystal and observed it carefully. He could not see anything inside, but he could only detect extremely obscure fluctuations.
"It can be passed down. I can be sure of this. Because this is the common denominator among all the results I have identified." Angele paused: "But the magical power of the soul is a combination of what I saw in the Sleepless City.
It is inferred. Moreover, one of the results of my appraisal mentioned that it is the supernatural power of the soul."
Sanders knew that Angel had killed Hook Dick, and that the Dalmatian had absorbed Hook Dick's soul veins. Therefore, he actually believed Angel's speculation quite firmly.
"The magical power of the soul is almost the same, but until you know specifically what kind of magical power it is, don't touch it for the time being." Sanders returned the rhombus crystal to Angel.
Although it has not yet been determined whether Dalmatians transformed Hook Dick's soul veins, the soul's magical power that can be passed down has already confirmed the Dalmatians' powerful abilities.
Sanders seldom showed regret, but now he actually regretted that he should have forcibly taken away the Dalmatian when he was in the Sleepless City... What a pity.
Sanders thought for a while: "Is it a magical power of the soul, and what is this magical power of the soul... Just ask Nice, and you will naturally know."
Sanders is an action man. At this point, he took Angel and left the Gravity Garden: "Let's go to Soul Valley to meet my old friend."
As he spoke, Sanders's face suddenly became distorted, and the hideous wounds were covered by the nightmare and became intact again.
On the way to Soul Valley, Angel regained the five falcon ornaments with mysterious objects from Sanders.
He wanted to try and use the Eye of Narda to identify the results of an alchemical illusion containing mysterious objects.
After a while, Angel thoughtfully returned the falcon ornament to Sanders.
"What's the appraisal result?" Sanders leaned on the gondola seat and looked at Angel.
Angel hesitated for a moment: "When performing the calculation of Narda's algorithm, I only saw one variable."
"This variable should be a mysterious object?" Sanders asked.
Angel nodded, with a confused look on his face: "It should be right. But the strange thing is that there is only one variable, but the result of my final identification was a failure. When I identified the rhombus crystal, there were many variables, and in the end
There are several sets of results...it’s so strange.”
"Does one variable make the entire identification result wrong?" Sanders thought for a moment: "The failure of the identification does not mean that it is more valuable than the rhombus crystal... The variable is equal to the unknown. Maybe the unknown is more limited than you.
Think big.”
Angel roughly understood what Sanders meant.
Assume that this variable is an unknown number. Although there are many unknowns in the rhombus crystal, each unknown number has a limited range. For example, the limited range of "x" is 0 to 5. But the unknown number "y" of the mysterious concrete object has a limited range of negative
From infinity to positive infinity.
Although both are variables and unknown, their intervals are different, and the success rate of the final identification will change accordingly.
According to this inference, it makes sense. The mysterious concrete object is indeed a completely unknown variable.
"I wonder what results other alchemists will get if they identify the alchemical illusion with mysterious concrete objects?" Angel secretly speculated in his heart, would the identification also fail?
Angel did not continue to dwell on this issue, because the Soul Valley of Nice had already arrived.