Polisa … Angor never heard of this name before. But since Lady Mirror brought it up, she must be at least a wizard-level figure.
Angor took out a portrait from the basket and slowly opened it under Lady Mirror's instruction.
The portrait depicted a short-haired man wearing a strange metal armor and standing in the air with an indifferent expression. The background was a city filled with strange mechanical elements.
"That's Guardian No.37 from Grand Plane's Mechanical Harbor, Rust Guard," Lady Mirror said. "But he's only a half-soul puppet."
He moved on to the next one, which was another handsome man. "This is the 'Scepter Wielder' of the Tower of Hurricane. He has a nice voice and a pretty face. Too bad he likes men," Lady Mirror said with a smitten look.
Another portrait of a man. Lady Mirror continued, "Platinum Enforcer from Shumi Plane. Too bad he's already taken."
Angor did not look forward to the rest of the map at all. He continued with a cold expression.
A red-haired man.
"That's Bogula from Floating Mech City. Too bad he's a pervert."
Another red-haired man.
"That's Thewis from Goman Kingdom. Tsk tsk … He's handsome. Too bad he's hot-tempered."
Thewis? Angor carefully observed the man in the portrait. His red hair contrasted strongly with the fluttering black cloak.
"You've heard of Thewis?" Lady Mirror asked.
Angor nodded. "I've seen him before. I think he came to my hometown, the Old Earth, for a wanted poster."
"A wanted poster? Probably to catch Bloodstinger. That girl stole the Crimson Crown, the national treasure of Goman Kingdom. She caused quite a ruckus recently, "Lady Mirror explained casually.
Angor didn't think much of Thewis. Mara once told him that the man was famous for his hot-tempered temper in the south. Lady Mirror's comment was similar.
Angor didn't even want to look at the next portrait. But Lady Mirror kept urging him, so he had no choice but to move on.
"This is Lord of Night Moodick. Too bad he's too cunning."
"This is an enforcer from Supreme Cult's Far East Conqueror Guild. Too bad he's dead now."
"This is Holy Light Walker Gandalf when he was young. Unfortunately, he didn't take good care of himself and is now old."
All the pictures were of handsome men, but no matter how good looking they were, Mirror Lady had a 'but' for every one of them.
He even found a portrait of Sunders. Lady Mirror blushed and said, "Yes, Sunders fits all my fantasies. But he's too cold."
After looking through all the portraits, Lady Mirror concluded, "Although these people all have flaws, these flaws have made them who they are. For example, Bogula might be a pervert, but if he wasn't a pervert, he would look ordinary. Although Moodico is sinister, it also contributes to his melancholic beauty. "
"What do you think? Can you put all of them into your illusion?" Lady Mirror smiled at Angor.
Angor frowned. These people were all important figures who had lived for thousands of years. If Angor found out that he was using his illusion, he would be in big trouble.
Angor almost burst into tears. He had to be tired of living to ask something as stupid as "can we use real people".
"Lady Mirror, you'll get tired if you put too many people in your illusion. How about just one teacher? I'm more familiar with his image, so it should be more realistic. The others all saw it from the portraits. Seeing it with their own eyes was the only way to believe it. Haha. " Angor didn't care about "selling his teacher" anymore. As far as he knew, Sunders would only laugh at this idea. As for the others, he had no idea.
"Tired? What the hell are you talking about? What I want is the feeling that the Phantom of the Banquet gives me. Of course, I want to be surrounded by beauties, like the moon surrounded by stars! " Lady Mirror grew impatient. "Deal. Put all of them into your illusion. If they don't look real, make them again until I'm satisfied!"
"But I've only seen their portraits. They can't express anything …" Angor sighed.
"Are you questioning Polisa's painting skills?" Lady Mirror raised an eyebrow.
Angor didn't know who Polisa was, but he couldn't admit it. He quickly shook his head.
Lady Mirror suddenly paused. "You're right. Polisa is studying oil painting in a mortal school. She hasn't graduated after ten years. It's normal that she can't grasp the essence of the painting."
Angor clenched his fists inside his sleeves. He thought Lady Mirror was just a love-struck idiot. He didn't expect her to be so mean! He wanted to cry!
Angor felt wronged, but he still put on an expectant look. "So …" He didn't have to draw these important figures?
Lady Mirror considered for a moment. "Ugh. I'll be more lenient when I examine them. I'll allow you to redesign your characters. Realism is a must. It'll be best if you can evoke more of my emotions like that floating island. Also, the texture must be the same as Journey in the Sky. Otherwise, I won't accept it. "
Angor felt like crying in his mind. In the end, he still had to reconstruct everything.
"It's a deal. Bring them to me when you're done." Lady Mirror began to ask Angor to leave.
Angor didn't dare to complain about Lady Mirror's firm attitude. He could only comfort himself by thinking that he would just practice his illusions. He already had a topic in mind. He was going to call it "How to Fill Illusions with Emotions" … But what use was that?
Angor picked up the wooden basket full of paintings and was teleported away with a miserable look.
Luckily, Lady Mirror was kind enough to send him directly to the mirror world without paying the teleportation fee.
This was how Angor felt in the past hour.
On his way home, Angor was still in a daze. His mind was filled with thoughts of "sensuality" and "texture". Could these two be balanced?
"Maybe I can ask for help from the omnipotent hologram tablet …" Angor thought weakly. But he still wasn't sure. Earth didn't have such a thing, right? But Angor didn't know that sensuality and texture were actually the difference between eroticism and eroticism. In the literary circles of Earth, all kinds of big shots had been toyed with to new heights. Literati would not be literati if they didn't write something with big breasts. Even a famous literary award winner from Earth would look like a * * if it wasn't because he won the award. If literati were already like this, then a director's film would play with sensuality and texture to an even higher level. If men and women didn't get together, there would be no beauty to it.
Angor returned home with a sigh.
The clock on the wall showed that it was ten in the morning. There were still four hours before the airship took off. Angor decided to put aside his worries for now and think about it when he came back from Twilight Well. Lady Mirror didn't give him a time limit anyway.
Since he had some free time today, he decided to eat something outside instead of the rations.
Of course, he couldn't leave Toby out. Angor went to the attic to ask Toby to come with him. But the place was empty. Toby was nowhere to be seen. The music box was gone too.
Angor frowned. Did Toby go to see his unknown friend again? Before leaving this morning, he told Toby not to go out today. Why did Toby leave again?
It seemed he had to talk to Toby now. At least, he needed to know what his friend was up to.
Since Toby wasn't here, he had to go alone.
Angor went to Bartterfly Pub. The honeyed roast meat there was delicious. Since he had a lot of money now, he didn't mind spending a little.
It was almost noon when Angor returned home. Toby was still nowhere to be seen.
Angor sighed and went to the yard to meditate.
A gentle breeze carried the aroma of mistletoe. Angor meditated for about an hour before he heard the familiar sound of fluttering wings coming from the forest in the distance.
Angor opened his eyes and looked at the forest on the other side of the river.
A pale green figure streaked across the sky and glided toward Angor's yard at great speed.
When Toby landed on the mistletoe branch, Angor noticed that Toby was wearing a new set of vine clothes. Soft green vines were woven into a dress by someone skillfully. There were also some velvety tassels dangling on the leaves.
Angor didn't ask where Toby went. Instead, he urged, "Why are you so late? Go get some clothes. We need to go now, or we won't make it in time. "
Toby was a little nervous at first. But since Angor didn't mean to blame him, Toby quickly went into the attic to look for clothes.
Fifteen minutes later, Angor brought Toby to Prome's Alchemy Shop.
Since Baron Milk was too famous, Angor didn't want to be recognized, so he stuffed Toby into his chest pocket. From outside, only Toby's little head could be seen looking around curiously.
"Angor! Over here!" Angor saw Dave waving at him from afar.
Hearing Dave's call, Prome also came out of the shop and nodded at Angor with a smile.
"Sorry, I'm late." Angor tried to apologize to Prome, but Prome just waved a hand.
"Let's go. There's still time," Prome said.
…
The airship was docked at Windmill Town.
Angor didn't notice that there was a giant hole on the other side of Windmill Town, which was connected to the deep pit where the mirror was. The airship was parked right beside the hole.
The other side of the hole was a cliff. If the airship wanted to leave, it would have to take off directly from the hole.
Angor left the underground world for the first time in half a year. Angor leaned against the railing of the deck and looked at the familiar highland and the crack in the ground. This was where he followed Ness into the Natural Chasm and saw the real wizarding world for the first time.
It was only a few months ago, but when he looked at the desolate Parmigi Highlands, he felt like it was a lifetime ago.
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