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After Barov left, Roland put the statistics table into the drawer and looked at Nightingale. He wanted to ask her what was going on, but after hesitating for a moment, he didn't ask.
He had a vague answer in his heart, but this kind of thing was too embarrassing to say. If he guessed wrong, it would be even more embarrassing. Roland had to swallow these words into his stomach. "Let's go to the North Slope Mine."
"Want to see what kind of changes Soroya's new ability has brought?" Although Nightingale's behavior had become a bit strange, her attitude was still the same as before. She took off her hood and said with a smile, "Let's go."
Maybe I'm thinking too much, Roland thought as he looked at the witch who was walking quickly to his side.
Riding the hot air balloon that day had affected far more than just one or two people.
He had never thought that Soroya would actually become the second witch to have a qualitative change in her ability.
In fact, even she herself hadn't been aware of this change.
Roland also happened to discover this yesterday.
Since he had given the hot air balloon as a gift to Anna, it had been placed in the castle courtyard. If anyone wanted to go up to the sky to see the scenery, they could just call Anna and Lightning. Until the day before, when it rained, Roland suddenly remembered that the rattan basket would become soft and peeling after being soaked in water. Even if it was dried, it would still reduce its toughness, so he thought of taking it back to the castle.
He had intended to call the attendants to do this, but after thinking about it, the hot air balloon was a gift from him to Anna. Moreover, the rope and the air bag were easy to damage, so he simply decided to personally move it back to the castle. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
He called Hummingbird to go to the vestibule, but the result surprised him.
He saw that the basket was full of pictures, all of them were aerial views of the scenery of Border Town, but it was different from the previous pictures, this time it was as if her picture was standing up. Roland didn't care about the falling raindrops, he took a closer look and found that for the first time, her picture had a thickness.
It was not strange for a painting to have a thickness. In theory, a real painting should have a thickness because the paint itself had a thickness. In oil paintings, this kind of thickness could even be used. Brushes, brushes, or scrapers could be used to create uneven textures. Through the changes in layers, the texture could be enhanced and the expressive power of the painting enhanced.
However, Soroya was different. Her paintings were not drawn with pens and paint, but the manifestation of magic power.
That was why the thickness created by the magic power was particularly strange.
He still remembered that when he gently touched the protruding trees, it was as if he was really scraping the branches and green leaves. They were not hard and solid, but slightly soft and gelatinous. But when he touched the ground, it felt much harder, as if he was really touching a piece of stone.
It was simply unbelievable.
The rainwater flowed down the landscape painting, unable to soak into the vines at all.
When he returned to the castle, he immediately called for Soroya, and Nightingale also confirmed this. Under the observation of the Mist, the mana in Soroya's body was no longer in the form of a golden vortex like before. Instead, it had condensed into a constantly spinning … ribbon.
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Walking into the courtyard of the Jin Jin Factory, Anna greeted him with a smile and gave Roland a big hug.
Since they had made their relationship clear, she had obviously been more affectionate in front of him. Roland was in a good mood and rubbed her head. The silver hairpin on her hair shone in the sun.
But he saw from the corner of his eyes that Soroya, who was also about to come over and bow, stood in place, not knowing what to do. Finally, she blushed and looked away, pretending not to see anything.
"Ahem," Nightingale pulled Soroya back to the table and deliberately asked loudly, "Did you paint all these?"
Roland shook his head with a smile, let go of Anna, and walked over with her.
He saw that the table was covered with Soroya's paintings, which were the scenery that could be seen in the courtyard. The only difference was the thickness of the painting. Some were only about a millimeter higher than the paper, while some were close to three centimeters. This was also the training content that Roland had arranged for her this morning, to test the maximum thickness of the magic-generated paint as much as possible.
"This is the thickest one?" Roland touched the three-centimeter thick painting with his finger. When he was enchanted with the blue sky, that part of the paint was so soft that it seemed to have no texture, but when he slid it down to the courtyard wall, he immediately felt a gritty friction.
It seemed that it was really as he had guessed. After the evolution of the Magic Pen, the things drawn were not only consistent with the shape and color of the real thing, but even the touch was close to the real thing.
"It can be thicker, but after this thickness, the magic consumption will become very large." Soroya pointed to a brown protrusion on the table. "I wanted to draw a tree outside the wall, but when I just drew a tree trunk, I used up half of my magic."
"So this is what you painted?" Roland stretched out his hand and found that the paint was at least ten centimeters thick. "I thought it was really a standing piece of bark."
Having said that, it was stuck to the table very firmly. The Prince grabbed the bark with his hand and lifted it up until the two legs of the table were off the ground, but the bark was not separated from the table.
Nightingale took out a dagger and cut it for a long time before she made a small cut at the bottom. "This thing seems to be embedded in the table."
In the end, it was Anna who cut it open. The black flame turned into a thread and swept across the table. The paint gave off a white smoke and fell to the ground. The cut was smooth but not smooth, and there were black burn marks. Roland picked up the fallen paint and held it in his hand, only to find that its weight was far lighter than he had imagined.
"Why did you suddenly think of changing the style of painting … No, I mean, how did you decide to fill the painting with thickness?" he asked.
"I think it's probably because it's the first time I've seen such a landscape," Soraya said, recalling. "When I looked down at the earth from the sky, I realized that the paintings I've made before, which you said were almost comparable to the photos of the real scene, were in fact not real. Especially after I painted the scenery in the basket, I felt that it was not real." She paused a little and slowed down her speech. "The tops of the trees are pointed and will sway with the wind. The mountains are high and low, like the rising and falling chest. The rivers are embedded in the earth, and the ships go through them. This is the scenery I saw, not a thin flat surface. So I wanted to make the painting more real, I wanted it to stand up like these magnificent scenery. But I redrew it several times, but I didn't succeed … Just when I was feeling a little depressed, I suddenly remembered the little ball you mentioned. "
"Little ball?" Roland raised his eyebrows.
"Yes," she nodded with some embarrassment. "It's the knowledge you taught us. I thought if everything is made of little balls, then is the painting the same? I tried a few more times, imagining the painting with the magic pen as a colorful ball, they stacked on top of each other, and finally formed a whole color. Then … the painting suddenly squirmed, the emerald green forest rose up, the dark green river sank, and finally became what you see. At that time, Anna and I were startled by this change. If you didn't mention it to me later, I would never have thought that it was the ability that evolved. "
"I see."
"But compared to Anna's Blackfire, my evolved ability seems to have no other use other than to make the painting more vivid." Soroya stuck out her tongue.
"No … How could that be?" Roland shook his head. "In my eyes, it is not a simple painting."
It would be too wasteful to only use this ability to paint. He remembered the scene of the rain sliding over the surface of the basket, but it could not soak into it. Rather than saying it was a paint, it was better to say it was a magic coating. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on it. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please read it here.)
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