Angor made the music box because he promised to give it to Toby. Later, Sunders told him that Lady Mirror liked new things, so Angor decided to make one for her as well. After all, Lady Mirror saved his life. Angor could not come up with something too good at his current level, so he had to rely on novelty.
Since he was going to give it to Lady Mirror as a gift, he had to make it exquisitely. If he made it carelessly, both Lady Mirror and Angor would feel that it was not sincere enough.
Angor took out a pen and paper and began to draw the shape of the music box.
Angor was quite good at sketching. It only took him a few strokes to draw the general shape of a music box.
A small golden box, a black stage, and a dancer in a white dress dancing on tiptoe.
It was the same music box he saw in his mother's bedroom when he was little. When he turned a spring, the music box would make a clear tinkling sound, and the dancer in the white dress would move along with it.
Angor curled his lips when he finished. The music box looked more like a doll than a traditional one. Angor thought it was pretty when he was little, so he did not like it anymore. Maybe a naive girl would like it, but Lady Mirror was an old monster who had lived for god knows how long. Even if she looked as crazy as the girl, Angor didn't think Lady Mirror would fall for such a doll-like music box.
Angor quickly drew the shapes of several other music boxes. Heart, circle, square … Angor drew all the traditional music boxes he saw before.
But no matter how he looked, something did not feel right.
Angor rubbed his hair, crumpled the paper into a ball, and tossed it aside. He began to think again.
He thought about it for a moment. The secular style of a music box was because it required a certain spatial structure to place the PA core and various clockwork devices. However, the music box he refined relied on the Echo Flower to produce sound, and did not require clockwork devices. Therefore, there was no need to fix his thinking on the traditional style.
But if he did not follow the established style, how should he design the shape of the music box?
Angor could not figure it out. Other alchemists would probably go on a trip to broaden their horizons and gain some inspiration. But Angor did not. He soon realized that he was too inexperienced, which limited his vision. Angor did not have the time to broaden his horizons, so he gave up and asked for another magic weapon — the hologram tablet.
If his vision wasn't broad enough, the system would make up for it.
Earth had not developed a highly mysterious civilization, and its technological civilization had only been around for a few hundred years. However, in terms of spiritual enjoyment, it had developed very well because of the innate human nature.
According to some of the novels he read, humans on Earth had already entered the era of sharing before they truly reached the stage of "sharing". Most people were consuming their limited lives in advance, and the object of consumption was mostly entertainment. Angor once read a novel in which everyone was chasing after a female idol. The author even used the main character's success as a climax and slapped all kinds of second-generation rich kids in the face. The main character's movies and novels all moved the world.
There were exaggerated descriptions in the novel, but from these details, he could tell that Earth's culture of entertainment was quite advanced.
Of course, there was also entertainment in the wizarding world. For example, there were gossip magazines about wizards, erotic art collections, and inspirational, fantasy, and romance novels. But all in all, it was still in the minority stage and did not have the explosive development of the Shared Era.
He opened the "Entertainment" folder and began searching through them one by one.
As a matter of fact, Angor rarely looked at "entertainment" folders. He only read a few novels when he was bored on the cloud whale. Ever since he came to Brute Cavern, Angor did not have enough time to meditate and study spells. He did not have the time to look at "entertainment" folders.
He only looked at them once when he was playing music last time.
This time, he did not pay attention to the "Music" folder. It was rare for him to have some free time, so he might as well read through them casually. Maybe he could get some inspiration by analogy.
"Literary classics … difficult to understand. Too preachy. I don't think I can get any inspiration from them. "Grassroots novels … Even if the main character travels to another world to develop his entertainment business, he would only write simple plots. There shouldn't be any professional content.
"Research papers … I don't want to read them.
"Recipes from different countries …" Angor looked through the folders with great interest and found the dishes Professor Jon once cooked for him. He looked at the colorful pictures and almost drooled.
Angor opened a random folder and saw a folder named "Gallery of Famous Paintings".
He opened it and saw the works of famous artists from different countries on Earth.
Angor looked around curiously and found that most of the works expressed the strong personal thoughts of the authors. The visual impact made Angor exclaimed in joy.
Famous paintings from Earth and those from the wizarding world each had their own merits. Perhaps the wizarding world was better. After all, the wizarding world had existed for so many years, and the number of famous artists was much more than all the famous paintings on Earth combined. This was one of the benefits of having a long history.
Angor looked at the paintings for a while and found many modern images. There were skyscrapers, endless traffic, and all kinds of strange neon signs.
Angor could not help but feel curious about Earth again. He wondered what a prosperous, high-tech world with a metropolis that could accommodate tens of millions of people would look like.
His curiosity was soon satisfied.
Angor accidentally found a folder named "Film Culture". He did not know what "film" meant at first. When he opened one of the folders, he realized what a wonderful new world he had missed.
Angor clicked on a folder named "Mystery of Deep Blue". Before he could figure out what it was, the hologram tablet suddenly projected a realistic image.
A gentle narration sounded in Angor's ears. The hologram showed a vast ocean. The camera fell from the sky to the bottom of the ocean. Bubbles rose from the water, and schools of fish were swimming among the corals.
Angor was shocked by the sudden appearance of the image. As the image went on, Angor finally understood what "film" meant.
However, Angor could not understand the narration. It was not Chinese. Luckily, there were Chinese subtitles. Angor learned that the file named "Mystery of Deep Blue" was a documentary made by a certain country about the world under the sea.
Angor's eyes brightened up. If there was a documentary about the sea, could there be one about cities on Earth?
Angor quickly browsed through the titles and saw a documentary called "A Man and a City". He opened it and heard a familiar Chinese voice from the narration.
It was the first time Angor heard someone speaking Chinese after he left Jon. It was only a film, but it somehow felt familiar to him. It was not a mechanical voice. Instead, it was Chinese with perfect pronunciation.
A beautiful image slowly emerged from the speaker's Chinese narration.
This documentary described the cities in their eyes from the perspective of each writer. Zhang San and the Imperial Capital, Li Si and the Demon Capital, Wang Wu and the Demon Capital, Zhao Lu and Chengdu …
Angor finally got what he wanted. He saw the scenery of Earth in the documentary. He saw the metropolis he always dreamed of when he was a kid.
Angor lost himself in the film and completely forgot about his original intention. He even forgot about finding the music box.
He spent half the night reading the book.
Not only did he finish "A Man and a City", but he also watched other types of films, such as romance, sci-fi, and even wuxia movies.
Angor was very satisfied with his work of "Flowers in Bloom". However, he still liked documentaries the most. The gentle narration without subjective opinions allowed him to know more about Earth.
When he felt a little tired, he finally realized that it was already midnight.
Angor looked at the blank draft paper on his desk and remained silent. He planned to find inspiration from the entertainment folder. He did not expect to be so immersed in it that he did not even care about time, let alone other things.
Angor twirled the quill between his fingers as images flashed across his mind. He did not think about the music box, but he saw the different cultures in the films. Even if he did not see it with his own eyes, he still felt a lot of things from the perspective of a god.
Angor waved his hand and dipped his quill into the ink. With a few simple strokes, a strange yet eye-catching item appeared on the paper.
The transistor circled around and left a star mark on each of its corners. These were the nodes of an illusion spell. Angor used crystal tubes to represent the illusion nodes, which gave him a great sense of design.
The transistor was not complicated at all. A few simple twists and turns were enough to show the scene of a flourishing branch.
At the center of the transistor, Angor designed a flower shape that looked like layers of waves pushing outward. The design was similar to the loudspeaker of a phonograph he saw in the film. However, instead of choosing the bronze-colored trumpet flower shape, Angor decided to use a transparent crystal material with a light-colored tint to show the splashing waves.
Just the drawing on the paper alone was very interesting. It was a simple and elegant design, but it gave off a low-key feeling of luxury.
Angor couldn't wait to see if the final product would be as amazing as the one he made.
Now that he had chosen the design and inserted the illusion nodes in a clever way, all he needed to do was to select suitable auxiliary materials and decide on the music and illusion.
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