"I even drew the part of the mural I remembered. I've been keeping it in my collection ever since."
Angor was going to ask Kael to use an illusion to simulate the mural, but since Kael already drew it, it saved him a lot of trouble.
Kale: "Wait a moment, let me look for it."
Kael closed his eyes and clenched his hands together, leaving only his index and middle fingers extended. A faint energy fluctuation was released from his fingers.
About half a minute later, the energy reached its peak, and a space fissure appeared in front of Kael.
Kael sighed in relief when he saw the fissure.
Next, Kael pulled the fissure apart with his bare hands.
The fissure was small, but with Kael's forceful effort, it turned into an opening about half the size of a man.
Looking into the fissure, they saw a mountain of items inside. Most of them were books and some low-level materials, which were scattered everywhere. If Kael didn't open the space right away, they would have thought it was a pile of trash.
Maybe it was the first time Kael opened his personal space in front of an outsider, so he looked a little embarrassed. "It's all from my shop … I-I always tidy them up. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to do so."
"I'll go look for the painting now." Kael looked very eager as he dove into the fissure.
They could hear some cracking noises coming from the fissure, which meant Kael was looking for the "painting". But it looked more like Kael was looking for a quiet place where no one could see his face.
Meanwhile, Wai peeked inside the fissure. "This place doesn't look like a space storage. Also, the space around the fissure is still stable."
Angor didn't think it was a space storage either. Space storage shouldn't take this long to open.
He vaguely felt that it was a little familiar, as if the knowledge of space that he had been taught seemed to mention a similar space. However, this type of space shouldn't be the work of an apprentice.
Dorcas put a hand on Wai's shoulder. "Don't even think about it. This is a personal space given to Kael by his teacher, Mister Aesos."
"Personal space?" Wa Yi was stunned.
"You can understand it as Aesop having already constructed a stable space and passed it on to Kael through mageweaths … You can't be jealous."
Dorcas' last words were filled with emotion. When he said that Wa Yi couldn't be envious, he was probably speaking his mind.
When he was an apprentice, he didn't have such a huge space.
This personal space had many limitations. For example, it took a long time to open, and because of the original owner's mental power, he couldn't use his own mental power to search for things. If he wanted to search for things, he would have to stick his body inside like Kael was doing right now and search through everything. It could only be used as a large warehouse.
Even so, Dorcas was still envious of such a large portable warehouse.
Although he had a spatial tool, the space inside was too small. If he could, he would really like to change to this kind of private space with its drawbacks.
In the worst case scenario, emergency items could be placed in a single-use space capsule, and things that weren't too urgent could be piled up in his personal space.
While Dorcas was lamenting, Angor also realized something.
So he had inherited His Excellency Aesop's personal space. That made sense.
It wasn't a big deal, but it helped Angor realize that even if he was given a large amount of spatial knowledge, it still couldn't be used in real situations.
Knowledge wasn't something that could be memorized. It also needed to be integrated and applied on a practical level. After all, practical situations often required multiple considerations, such as details, background, connections, personal abilities, and so on. Only after comprehensive consideration could one determine the final truth.
After sighing with emotion, Dorcas suddenly thought of something. "Speaking of which, compared to his personal space, I'm actually more concerned about the painting he mentioned … Could it really be that he drew it himself?"
"What do you mean? He's not good at it? "
Dorcas hesitated. "It's not about whether he's good at it or not. It's just that … it's very, very special."
Kael was half-inside the space crack, but he still heard the discussion outside. "No, I didn't draw it myself. I found an artist in the capital of Laksum Principality and asked him to draw it for me using the excuse that I was in a dream. "
Dorcas sighed in relief when he heard that the painting was done by a professional artist.
If Kael really did draw it, then no one here would be able to understand it except for Kael himself. Kael was an excellent artist in all aspects, but he had "some" flaws when it came to drawing.
Not long after, Kael emerged from the crack with a framed painting in his hands.
With a wave of his hand, the space crack closed. It took a long time to open a personal space, but it was easy to close it.
"Found it. Here it is."
Kael held the framed painting in front of his chest and showed it to everyone.
However, a piece of parchment that fell out of the frame caught everyone's attention.
The parchment slowly slid down from the frame and spread out evenly on the ground. Everyone could clearly see that the parchment was covered with thick and thin strokes to construct a strange spatial structure.
There were also many spatial analysis formulas beside it.
"Is this the structure of a spatial spell?" Wa Yi asked curiously.
Kael followed everyone's gaze and looked down, only to see the parchment spread out on the ground. Looking at the picture on the parchment, his expression became a bit awkward.
He mumbled a few "mm" and didn't say anything else.
However, even though Kael didn't say anything, how could Dorcas, a professional saboteur, not say anything?
"Didn't I just say that his painting was very special? This is his painting. " Dorcas: "Before, he asked me for the name of a batch of magical blood ores. I told him to bring it over or draw it. He gave me this spatial structure with a bunch of formulas on the side. Who the hell could understand it! "
After saying this, Dorcas looked at Kael, "Tell me, is this the painting you were talking about?"
Kael's expression was awkward, but he still nodded, "Oh, this is just a random sketch. I had the artist draw the lines."
Kael gestured for everyone to look at the painting in the frame.
If they ignored the parchment on the ground, the painting inside the frame was indeed very normal and realistic.
However, everyone now understood why Dorcas had said that Kael's paintings couldn't be judged as good, but rather as "special."
Angor walked up to Kael and picked up the parchment from the ground.
He looked at it carefully and returned it to Kael. "Not bad."
Kael didn't know how to react to Angor's compliment. This was the first time someone praised his painting.
Dorcas looked at Angor in surprise. "You can understand it?"
Angor didn't say anything. He only smiled.
Understand it? It would be strange if he could understand it!
Still, he didn't think the drawing was "ugly" even though he couldn't understand it. Angor's appreciation of art had transcended the aesthetics of two different universes.
The drawing on the parchment wasn't ugly at all. The formulas on the side were written in a regular pattern. Kael must have written them so that Angor could understand them better.
Just like how Kael liked to code diagrams, Kael's painting was actually a code diagram that belonged only to him.
Angor couldn't say whether the painting was good or bad, but it was definitely top-notch in terms of privacy and security.
A painting didn't need privacy or security, but being top-notch in this area meant that there was something special about it. Besides, the painting wasn't ugly at all. Angor praised it out of sincerity.
He had read many inspirational stories on the holographic tablet. Those maverick painters were reviled in one era, but in another era, they were hailed as gods. Angor knew that this was just a "chicken soup" story. But if he thought about Kael's situation, it would at least be a decent one. If Kael's painting was one of those "baby paintings" or "matchstick men", it would be a different story.
The compliment only gave Kael some confidence.
Whether he could understand the painting or not was secondary.
Under Kael's excited gaze, Angor shifted his attention to the painting in the frame.
He had to admit that this was a real painting.
It could even be called a photo. It was too realistic. From the details of the painting to the mottled walls, the painter took care of almost every detail.
In terms of realism, Angor was no match for the painter.
However, compared to the painting itself, they were more interested in the content of the painting. What did Kael see in the painting that made him think it had something to do with the Realm of Terror?
The content of the painting was simple. It reminded Angor of a fairy tale that Jon once told him when he was young.
It was about a prince who was cursed and turned into a beast, waiting for his "true love" in a lonely castle. In the end, the kind-hearted princess came. While dancing with the beast, she kissed him and turned him back into a handsome prince.
The content of the painting was similar to the first half of the fairy tale.
If Angor had to name the painting, he would probably call it "Walking with a Beast".
In the painting, a lion-shaped beast was walking with its head held high. On the shoulder of the beast, there was a slim and comfortable looking girl. Angor could see that she wasn't a human, but he would just call her a "human" for now.
The girl's head was leaning against the beast's ear, as if she was whispering something.
Although it was just a picture, the relaxed and ambiguous atmosphere was conveyed from the painting.
It was as if the girl and the beast were surrounded by pink bubbles named "love".
This was why the first thing that came to his mind when he saw the painting was Beauty and the Beast.
At first glance, there was nothing special about the painting. The "beauty and the beast" pairing was not something that only existed on Earth. There were similar stories in this world as well. The creation of love stories by humans was just a loop. No matter which world it was in, it was more or less the same.
But upon closer inspection, one would notice something different about this painting.
First of all, there was a structure under the girl's arms that looked like butterfly wings. The structure looked like the webbing between the toes of some amphibians. It was a thin membrane.
However, the membrane was under the girl's arms, which looked like a pair of wings. But it did not have the ability to fly.
And this kind of humanoid intelligent life form was the classic "Butterfly-Winged People" of the Panic World.
The lion-shaped beast under the girl looked like an ordinary monster at first glance. But if one ignored the thick mane, one could see a swaying golden rice on the beast's head.
Looking at the swaying blue lantern above Elmi's head, then looking at the swaying golden rice ears, one could basically understand that this lion-shaped beast was actually the same as Elmi, an awakened Devil Dweller.
Like the girl, it might be a Butterfly-Winged Person or another species in the Panic Realm. But now, it had awakened. It became the most feared demon in the Panic Realm, and the one that all demons did not want to face.
Or rather, it could be called the new generation of demons.
Awakened demons were more cunning than demons, and they were also more greedy. The demons in the Panic Realm were willing to eat wild beasts. Both beasts and humans were food in their stomachs. But awakened demons did not like to eat wild beasts. It was probably because they used to be demons and often ate wild beasts. They were tired of eating wild beasts and preferred to eat humans.
So, awakened demons were more of a threat to the natives of the Panic Realm than demons.
It could be said that awakened demons and natives were natural enemies.
But now, this mural depicted a completely different scene.
Awakened demons and natives were living harmoniously, and they might even … be in love?
How was that possible?
"Are you sure this mural is real? It's not a figment of your imagination? "Dorcas asked.
Kael said seriously, "I guarantee it's real."
Dorcas stared at Kael for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "Then, is it possible that the painter of the mural was just randomly drawing it?"
Kael could not answer this question. He thought for a moment and said, "The mural is made of Starry Stone. Although the color quickly faded due to air entering, after investigation, the mural on the Starry Stone should be from around the year 3800 of the new calendar."
Dorcas: "The Age of Meteorites?"
Kael nodded. "It should be the mural from the Age of Meteorites. If the mural was a biography, especially an autobiography, it could be fake. But this mural is not a biography, but a recording mural. "
"The possibility of it being fake should be very low, right?"
Dorcas: "So, you mean …"
Kael thought for a moment. "I don't know if my guess is correct, but I think, could it be that awakened demons have a way to live normally with the natives of the Panic Realm?"
"It's just that the Panic Realm is too far away from the Southern Region, so we don't know much about them. That's why we made a generalization. In fact, the Panic Realm's overall appearance is more complicated. "
(End of Chapter)
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