After Luigi played a piece of introductory music, he walked out of the prism in the sky and floated down.
Just like last time, Luigi was wearing a grass-green robe, a golden harp in his hand, and an elegant flat hat.
The only difference was that Angor couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask made by Stone last time. But this time, without the mask, his true appearance could be seen.
Luigi had a handsome face. If one didn't look at his eyes and clothes, one would think he had an aggressive look, just like Donsay's disciple, Nereus. In Jon's words, Luigi's face was as handsome as the Sun God.
However, his aggressive face was paired with a pair of eyes that were as gentle as water, which made him look slightly out of place.
As Angor stared at Luigi's eyes, Luigi had already reached the top of the tree.
"Oh, Riddler, why are you staring at my eyes? Are you trying to use my eyes to confuse you as well?" Luigi sighed at Angor.
Angor didn't know why Luigi called him "Riddler", but it wasn't hard to guess what he meant.
Angor looked away and praised, "I just think your eyes are beautiful."
Luigi smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment. Although I also want to compliment your eyes, it's a pity that all I see is a fog of hypocrisy."
Angor didn't know what to say. He only used an illusion to change the color of his eyes. Illusion is illusion. What's with the "mist of hypocrisy"?
At this moment, Laplace said, "Luigi, let's cut to the chase. Hand it over."
Luigi picked up his harp and plucked it with his fingers. Beautiful notes poured out of the strings.
When Angor thought Luigi was going to use the music to bring something to life, Luigi stopped playing and said, "Alright."
"…" So the plucking of strings was just a piece of background music? Wasn't this a bit too exaggerated?
While Angor was still pondering, Luigi's voice came again, "You're right.
"Let us sing! Let us sing for the arrival of the holy relic!"
"My dearest, most beautiful, and most elegant other me, and this Riddler from a faraway land. Let us sing our praises together!"
"This is the fragrance that has been emitted since ancient times."
"This is a dress that has emerged from the washing of time."
"This is the light from the moon and stars in the night sky."
"This is the Radiance bestowed by the King of the Mountains."
"It is a clear spring that is still fresh after going through a tribulation. It is also a spear that scares countless thieves."
"It should be praised by the Mirror of the Sky and enjoy the supreme glory."
"It …"
Before Luigi could finish reciting, Laplace said, "Okay, that's enough. It's time to shut up."
Luigi said aggrievedly, "But I've only read the first paragraph. This is an eight-paragraph epic. In the past, you would at least let me read half of it."
Laplace was not affected by Luigi's tone. "I'll read it again in the future. Now, take out what I want."
Although Luigi looked aggrieved, he still stopped chanting. However, he had only stopped chanting. The sound of the zither had not yet ended. It was still lingering in his ears.
Laplace sent a voice transmission to Angor, "Wait for another minute. Luigi will finish the song as soon as possible. Considering his personality, he can stop chanting, but the zither must have a beginning and an end. "
Angor nodded. Perfection was not always the specialty of obsessive-compulsive patients. For example, if someone told you a story that you were interested in, but suddenly stopped halfway for no reason, anyone would feel bad about it.
However, Angor did not understand why Laplace and Luigi were two different people now.
Didn't you just say that you are him and he is you? Now you are comforting him as if you are talking about another person.
He really couldn't figure out what Laplace's style was. She was neither like Black Earl's clone, who clearly knew where he was and was an extension of himself. She was also not like Hidden Slave's clone, who was a miniature version of herself at different ages.
Laplace gave Angor the impression that she had turned herself into three people, but she still insisted that all three of them were herself.
As a matter of fact, he was quite interested in "clones", especially since Count Dark promised him that he would share some of his knowledge with Angor once he was done with this mission.
Before this, Angor felt that Black Earl's clones were too strange. Even if he wanted to learn something similar in the future, he would not follow Black Earl's path.
But now … he realized that the Dark Earl's clone was still him despite how strange it looked.
If he really wanted to learn cloning skills, he would need to learn from Black Earl.
While Angor was lost in his thoughts, Luigi's music still did not end.
Angor couldn't help but think about the poem Luigi just recited. Angor did not know how to appreciate such a poem.
There were too many fabricated words.
Only third-rate bards would make up fake words. First-rate bards could use the simplest language to recite the most profound praise.
However, since Luigi loved to fabricate words, Angor finally understood why Luigi called him "Riddler".
Perhaps Luigi knew that Angor solved the riddle in the painting, so he gave Angor the title.
What could Angor say? At least he did not hear any negative meaning in the poem.
Come to think of it, even though Luigi had made up a lot of words, the poem that he sang actually revealed a lot of information.
Apart from the "fake" words, there were only two practical words: "robe" and "spear".
If Angor was looking for a powerful weapon, a spear was the most likely choice.
However, considering the context, "spear" was probably just a pronoun for "weapon". It did not necessarily mean a real spear.
It was possible to replace the "spear" in the poem with a "cannon", but it would not rhyme.
Apart from the spear, Angor believed that Luigi's item was a "robe".
But if it was "robe" … Angor glanced at Laplace's heavy, luxurious clothes.
Was it Laplace's clothes? Luigi's first line in his poem already mentioned "this is the fragrance of ancient times". So, it was the "Fragrance of Clothes"? Clothes that had not been changed since ancient times?
Angor frowned at the thought.
As Angor pondered, Luigi's plucking finally reached the last stroke. His long, regretful note lingered in the air.
When the music stopped, Luigi sighed and reached out his hand to touch the diamond-shaped gem under the harp.
Then, a cloud of smoke appeared.
When the smoke dissipated, a transparent bottle appeared in the air.
The bottle wasn't big. Laplace waved her hand, and the bottle flew to her and landed on her palm.
"This is what you wanted," said Laplace. At the same time, she released another glass cover to cover the bottle.
Out of instinct, he tried to use his spirit feelers to check, but the new glass barrier stopped him from doing so.
Clearly, Laplace didn't want Angor to study the bottle.
According to his agreement with Laplace, he didn't need to study it too much. All he needed to do was to use the Dream Whelk to pull it into his dream.
Although Laplace didn't want Angor to study the bottle, she didn't stop him from doing so.
Earlier, he thought Luigi might have brought a "robe". But now, it seemed that Luigi wasn't telling the truth.
There was a glass bottle in Laplace's palm. To be precise, it was a glass bottle that contained something.
It was similar to a "ship in a bottle," except that there was a complete ship in the bottle. However, this glass bottle did not contain a ship, but a creature made of countless silver scales.
The creature was huge and took up 80% of the space inside the bottle.
At first glance, it looked like a whale with silver scales. Its body was wide in front and long in the back, with a round head and a flat tail. If it was really a whale, it was most likely a beluga whale.
Angor had to admit that the "whale" in the bottle had a dreamy beauty to it.
It was hard to look away from it.
"This is …" Angor looked up at Laplace. "Is this your true form?"
Laplace hesitated for a moment as if she didn't want to tell Angor the answer. "It's just the shape of my body. It's hollow inside."
So it really is your true form?! Angor was surprised, but he managed to keep a calm expression.
He tried to imagine Laplace's true form, but he didn't expect it to be so … dreamy.
They were different races, but that didn't affect Angor's sense of beauty.
"Is this … molting?" Angor asked after a moment of silence.
Laplace didn't deny it. "Sort of."
Angor nodded. No wonder Luigi said this was "a garment that appeared after being washed away by time". For some scaled creatures, molting was a common thing. It was like shedding one's skin to change one's protective layer. It made sense that molting was a garment.
Also, the shedding of scales was something that had been with Laplace for a long time.
But … molting was supposed to be more useful for defense. Did it really have a way to attack?
"This is the first time my true form molted. It received the blessing of the world's consciousness, which granted it great offensive power."
Laplace didn't tell Angor what kind of attack it would use or how powerful it would be. Still, Angor was sure that the blessing of the world's consciousness wouldn't be weak.
"Since it's here, I can begin my research now. Do you have any other questions, Ms. Laplace?" "Yes, Ms. Laplace," said Angor as he glanced at the molted scale carefully before looking at Laplace again.
"Apart from using the Dream Whelk to pull my molted scale into your dream realm, is there anything else you need me to do?"
"Maybe. Let's see how it works first."
Laplace didn't know what "works" Angor meant, but she didn't ask. Instead, she tossed the "whale" into the air.
Laplace then looked at Luigi who was looking around curiously. "Go back to my true form."
Luigi's head, which was originally looking around, immediately paused. His beautiful eyes revealed a hint of grievance. "The mountain rain collapses the palace, the storm blows up the broken tiles, and the lightning burns the remains. It seems heartless, but at least the mountain rain carries a warning, the storm cleans away the filth, and even the lightning has a moment of brilliance … And all of this is more sentimental than you."
"Keep talking and I'll ground you for ten years. You'll be grounded right here. You're not allowed to go anywhere."
The lines that Luigi had already thought of were instantly swallowed back down.
"Fine, fine, fine. I'll go back."
While speaking, Luigi pouted and played a sad song on his zither before he left with the wind.
Angor watched Luigi leave and couldn't help but ask, "You can leave him here, right?"
"Aren't you worried that he'll disturb your research? He's the only one who isn't allowed to come here when the Sage is doing his research. "
"He's you, isn't he? Just make sure he doesn't talk." Angor thought for a while and spoke again.
Laplace gave Angor a strange look. "He's me, but he has his own personality. Why should I keep him quiet?"
Angor didn't know what to say. "You have your own personality?"
Angor didn't understand.
Angor wanted to ask more about Laplace's time-travel strategy, but Laplace already turned around and left the "research area" to Angor.
Angor considered and decided not to ask. He needed to see if he could create a new "dream wasteland" here.
He closed his eyes and tried to get rid of the irrelevant thoughts.
When he finally calmed down, he opened his eyes and took out the Dream Whelk from his bracelet.
In the distance, Laplace also saw the Dream Whelk. She seemed to be very interested in this "legendary mysterious object" and began to examine it carefully.
Angor didn't care about what was going on around him. He slowly raised his hand, held his breath, and activated the Dream Whelk.
As soon as the whelk was activated, a large amount of Mystery energy was released.
Under his control, the Mystery aura turned into a torrent and aimed at the whale in a bottle.
Soon, the energy enveloped the whale in a bottle.
In less than a second, the energy was gone. Angor also put the whelk back into his bracelet.
Nothing happened during the whole process.
Laplace was about to ask Angor what happened when she noticed that Angor had already closed his eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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