Inside the shell, the Kingdom of St. Elsa.
A group of girls wearing the uniform of the Lutheran Church was strolling under the sun, laughing and talking about the recent news of the Saint Selection.
"Right, I heard that His Holiness attaches great importance to this Saint Selection and will be there in person."
"That's not surprising. His Holiness also came to the previous Saint Selection. After all, this is an event to choose the Saintess. "
"But in the past, His Holiness only appeared at the end. This is the first time he appeared at the beginning of the Saint Selection."
"Indeed, His Holiness has always been busy. Last month, I heard that His Holiness received an oracle to go to the Yidia Mining Area to prevent the disaster from happening. Yesterday, I learned from the church's newspaper that His Holiness is preparing to lead a team to the heretical Machinery Nation to spread the gospel."
"Only under the leadership of such a gentle His Holiness can the church prosper … I'm already looking forward to the Saint Selection."
While the 'Saintess Candidates' were chattering, a blonde girl carrying painting tools on her back suddenly stopped.
"Sister Feng, what's wrong?" The girl holding the blonde girl's hand asked in confusion.
The blonde girl called 'Sister Feng' smiled. "It's nothing. I suddenly remembered that I have a few paints that are especially suitable for mixing Holy Star Blue, but I didn't bring them out. I'll go back and get them now. "
The girl looked at the other 'Saintess Candidates' and then at Sister Feng. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded. "Alright, we'll wait for you at the Yi Supervisor Church."
Today, they had gathered together to let Sister Feng draw the most beautiful holy painting. When the time came, they would present it to the bishop. Therefore, they hoped to get the best, even if it was just paint details.
Painter Feng nodded. "Okay, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, Painter Feng carried her painting tools that were about half the size of her body and turned to walk toward the street where she lived.
However, what the girls didn't know was that although she was walking toward her residence, she suddenly disappeared after a street. She turned into a gust of wind and instantly arrived at a lake in the suburbs.
When she saw an island in the middle of the lake, Painter Feng's eyes lit up and she flew to the island.
After arriving at the island, Painter Feng shook her head and sighed. "After coming to the Lutheran Church, the feeling of being investigated has become more and more intense. I don't even have time to relax … Fortunately, that suspected mysterious item can't bypass water."
Only when she was surrounded by water did she feel relaxed.
After heaving a sigh of relief on the island in the middle of the lake, she gently waved her hand, and an oil painting hidden in the depths of space appeared in front of her.
The painting was a bust of a woman.
This woman was extremely beautiful. Not only from her appearance, but even from the surface of the paper, one could feel that her bones and her inner qualities were flawless.
Even though this painting was drawn by him, Painter Feng still felt his heart palpitate every time he saw it.
After admiring the painting for a while, Painter Feng stretched out his hand and touched the painting. Strangely enough, her fingers did not touch the paper. Instead, they reached into the painting and set off ripples in the air.
After a while, a lazy and hoarse voice came from the painting. "My dear Feng, do you know what you are doing?"
"You're ruining my art! You're disturbing my painting! Even if you are my best friend, you still have to pay the price for your recklessness. "
After a moment of silence, Feng said embarrassedly, "I'm very sorry. I was in a hurry to tell you some news and did not notice that my dear Ms. Rowling was painting. I'll pay the price for my mistake. Hmm … A box of Color of Star paints? "
"Two boxes."
Feng was silent for a moment and nodded his head reluctantly. "Alright, two boxes. But when Ms. Rowling is done with her painting, I hope to see your painting. "
"Of course. After all, you are the most famous painter in the general dimension, Mirafaele Feng. "
As soon as she finished speaking, the lady in the painting seemed to come alive and walked out of the painting.
She stood still and looked at the surrounding environment. The forest, the lake, and the faintly discernible ancient city wall in the distance.
"I remember that a year ago, you were still in the Heart Country in the inner world of the shell because of that mysterious item. This is obviously not the Heart Country … "The elegant Ms. Rowling said and turned around to look at her best friend Feng.
"Eh?" When Ms. Rowling saw Feng, she was stunned for a moment. Then, she burst out laughing.
"I never thought that the famous Magic Painter would have a hobby of cross-dressing." Rowling covered her mouth and chuckled.
"I have no choice. This is the Lutheran Church of the Kingdom of St. Elsa. Only females are allowed to enter. I'm also here for a mysterious item. "Feng sighed helplessly." I have no choice. "
Rowling raised her eyebrows. "I can feel that you don't reject it at all. It seems that you have benefited a lot from this image."
Feng coughed twice. "No, no."
Rowling did not believe him. As the former Queen of the Central Empire, even if she had become a Spirit now, her ability to judge people had not deteriorated. Feng must have done some shady business by cross-dressing.
Feng felt a chill down his spine when he saw Rowling's gaze. To prevent her from looking at him weirdly, he quickly changed the topic. "I called you out this time because my spiritual sense told me that the Inscription Space I left in the Star Lake Castle was activated."
Rowling's expression froze. After a while, she lowered her head and sighed. "Star Lake Castle … Such a distant yet familiar name."
After sighing, Rowling looked at Feng. "If the Inscription Space is activated, does it mean that my descendant has entered it?"
Feng nodded. "That's right. The wisp of spirituality you left behind was also activated."
"If that's the case, that person should also have a near-spiritual body." Rowling's eyes were filled with emotions. "That's my descendant. Just thinking about it makes me excited. I really hope to see him soon. "
Feng said, "If you want to see him, he must at least become a gifted person."
Rowling said, "Didn't you leave the witch's soup to increase spiritual power? If he can't walk on the path of transcendence after drinking the witch's soup, then he has no right to see me."
After Rowling finished speaking, half of her body went back into the painting. "You don't have to care about my descendant anymore. Unless he really comes looking for me one day. Then, call me."
After that, Rowling disappeared into the painting.
Feng shrugged and muttered, "You were the one who told me to tell you if there's any news about the Inscription Space. Now, you don't seem to care. "
"I haven't returned to the painting yet …" Rowling's voice came from the girl in the painting.
Feng quickly shut his mouth.
After confirming that Rowling had returned to the painting, Feng let out a long sigh of relief.
He stopped talking about the Space of Inscriptions and looked at the horizon with some emotions in his eyes. "Speaking of the Space of Inscriptions, it reminds me of the Old Earth not far from the Land of Revelation …"
"Should I retrieve the thing I left there? Renekton has been wanting it for a long time … Forget it. It's the fate of the Book of Kael.
"However, the key is in Oderklass's hands, and the item is placed there. The entrance is also a secret door. Can someone really get the key and find the location?" Feng was in disbelief. However, the Book of Kael was a top-level Mystery item, so there shouldn't be any mistakes.
"Whatever. If someone really does find the thing and can use it, it'll shine brightly.
"I'll meet you one day."
With that, Feng brushed his blonde hair behind his ears.
"Time to go back."
…
Meanwhile, Gondola left Star Lake Castle and set off again.
"Why don't you stay?" Angor looked at Sam. "Star Lake Castle is a good place for you to stay."
"The castle is great, but I don't see any hope here." Sam glanced at Angor.
Then, he stole a second glance … and a third.
In the end, Sam wasn't looking at Angor anymore. Instead, he was staring at Angor with an expression that said, "I have something to say. Ask me! Ask me!"
Angor remained silent for a moment and decided to do as Sam asked. "What do you want to say?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Mister Padt, Queen Rowling told me that there are several designated locations on Fey Continent where I can wait for a supernatural who has accepted a guidance quest. They'll take me to a wizard organization. Is that true?"
"That's right." Angor briefly explained the importance of guidance quests for wizard organizations. At the same time, it also showed that some Magus organisations would not use peaceful methods to guide people with talents. If they were to meet a dark Magus, they would have to admit defeat in a "nine-cabin deathmatch".
"Then … Can I join Mister Padt's wizard organization?" Little Sam asked. Where do I go to find Mister Padt's guide? "
Angor looked at Sam's hopeful eyes. "I don't know. I didn't accept any guidance quests. But I can ask around for you."
"That's great!" Sam couldn't hide his excitement.
Angor didn't say anything else and just let Sam enjoy himself. Actually, Angor already had the idea of guiding Sam into Brute Cavern.
He didn't give Sam a promise yet because he hadn't measured Sam's spirit yet. If Sam wasn't strong enough after drinking the Witch's Soup, Angor wouldn't recommend him.
Soon, Gondola left the mountain range and headed toward Freighting Town, which was right next to Saint Sem City.
Angor said he was going to Saint Sem City because it was the benchmark of the Central Empire. In fact, he was going to meet Freud at the orphanage in Freighting Town.
In less than two minutes, they arrived at Freighting Town.
He cast an illusion to hide his Gondola's tracks and landed in a small alley.
Soon, Angor and Little Sam came out of the alley.
Once again, Angor was amazed by the artistic atmosphere of Freighting Town. Even though it was still early in the morning, he could still see the artists who had woken up in the morning, painting the morning sun by the riverbank. There were also people practicing their voices on the roof, and they could hear the beautiful reveille. There were also people who had enjoyed the music festival all night, and they walked past them with satisfied smiles.
This place was filled with artistic atmosphere all the time.
And this was only a small town close to Saint Sem City. Angor could feel the beauty of this place even more when he arrived at the city.
Standing at the entrance of the alley, looking at this strange yet familiar scene, Sam felt an indescribable sense of homesickness.
"Let's go." Angor put a hand on Sam's shoulder.
Sam nodded and followed Angor into the town under the morning light.
"Where are we going now, Mister Padt?" Sam followed behind Angor and asked in confusion.
"I'm taking you to dinner."
Since Angor was going to test Sam's talent, Angor had to make sure that Sam's body was in its best condition. Otherwise, Little Sam wouldn't be able to bear the physical feedback caused by the use of his spiritual power, even though the value might not be wrong, Little Sam wouldn't be able to bear it.
After dinner, Angor took Sam to Thyssen Alley.
Thyssen Alley was still as gloomy as before. Walking through it, Sam felt as if he had returned to the place where he encountered the undead creatures.
At the end of the alley was a run-down "Dream Orphanage" whose prefix was missing.
"This is it. You can call it Sweet Dream Orphanage, or Nightmare Orphanage. "
…
Together with Sam, they went through the "Death by Dawn" illusion and arrived at the ruined orphanage.
They saw Freud, who was already waiting for them.
Freud's body was so solid that Angor couldn't see his soul at all. At first, Sam thought he was a human being.
But when Freud walked through the wall without any resistance, Sam realized something was wrong.
"Who is he, sir?" Freud looked at Angor and asked curiously.
"I met him on my way here. He has a special talent." Angor didn't want to tell Freud that he was lost. "He didn't sleep last night. Take him to his room and I'll tell you later."
"Come with me." Freud nodded and looked at Sam with a kind of intimacy that Freud himself didn't even realize he was looking at him.
After Freud and Sam left, Angor closed his eyes and went to the dream wasteland.
He entered the dream wasteland from the top floor of the Treehouse Bar. He found a random spot and logged into the Mother Tree's network using a transparent tablet.
Soon, he found the message left for him in the Tree Bar.
[My dear brother, I can't go back to the Old Earth with you, but my heart goes out to you. This is the first time I'm using the Tree Bar. I wonder if you can receive my message. Freud will tell you if you can't. ]
[By the way, I saw a guide to perfume in the Tree Bar. The author is Miss Leona. Is she the witch I'm thinking about? If so, does this mean the dream wasteland is being opened to a small group? ]
This was a message from his brother, Leon.
Angor considered for a moment and told Leon that the dream wasteland was being opened to a small group of people during the tea party.
Since Leon wasn't in the dream wasteland, he wouldn't get a reply anytime soon, so he stood up and headed for the door.
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