After Steward Fan left, Angor carefully inspected the paper and pen in his hand.
The pen was made by Craftsman Peluxiu. It contained a unique ink pouch that did not require any ink. As long as there was enough ink in the pouch, the pen could be used for a long time. Now, the pouch inside the pen was filled with ink.
The design was similar to the pens on Earth.
Angor used his spirit feelers to check the pouch. The ink inside the pouch seemed to have been specially adjusted. He could vaguely sense energy inside.
On second thought, it made sense. It was a "creation" after all. Even in a word space, ordinary ink would not be able to take shape.
Unfortunately, the energy contained in the ink was an unfamiliar polymerization energy. Even if Angor noticed it, he could not analyze it.
Apart from the pen, the paper was not ordinary either.
Angor thought it was just paper pulp. But when he held it in his hand, he felt something brittle like air-dried dough. It could not be folded at all. It would break at any time.
Of course, this was just a feeling.
Angor tried it himself. The paper was difficult to fold. It would take a lot of strength to do so.
Also, when he folded it, the familiar polymerization energy would come out.
Without a doubt, the paper was also specially made. It probably contained some kind of magical technology.
After confirming the paper and pen, Angor considered for a moment. Finally, he picked up the pen and wrote down a line of words on the paper.
At the same time, Laplace and Marian also looked at him. They were curious as well. What would Angor create for his first creation?
Would he follow Marian's plan and create something similar to the clothes and gloves?
Or would he create something similar based on the existing reference objects in the restaurant?
While they were pondering, Angor finished writing the template and put down the pen.
As the pen landed, the paper began to emit a faint light. It turned into "sparks" as if it was burning and dissipated in the air.
Laplace and Marian stared at the paper. However, when the paper disappeared completely, nothing happened.
There was no object, and nothing changed.
Marian looked at Angor in confusion. "Did it fail?"
Angor did not answer.
"It's normal. To create words, you have to have something in your mind when you write. The words you describe must correspond to what you want. Otherwise, you'll fail."
In Marian's opinion, Angor was only describing the words. He did not think about the shape of the words.
Without anything in his mind, he could not get a response from the words.
On the other hand, Laplace did not see anything "real" either. However, she did not think Angor would fail.
Laplace already played the game of word creation when Ao Secretary Dragon first learned "Book of Secrets". Because of this, she knew what the difficulties were. As far as she knew about Angor, these so-called difficulties were nothing to Angor.
Angor had "nothing in his mind"? " No.. Laplace had seen Angor's alchemy skills before. Angor didn't even need a sketch to create an exquisite alchemy item, which meant he already had a blueprint in mind.
For Angor, there was no such thing as mental blindness.
... was, Laplace, Angor.....
.... was........... was. Angor was Marian.........
. see....
. something transparent? Or some kind of gas?
With this in mind, Laplace sniffed the air. She did not know if it was just her imagination, but she smelled something sweet.
Both Marian and Laplace had their own guesses, but Angor did not say anything. He only snapped his fingers.
The elemental energy on his fingertips was already prepared. Along with the heat generated by the friction, Elemental Flame burst out and formed a small flame on Angor's fingertip.
As soon as the little flame appeared, a strong aroma filled the place.
This fragrance came very suddenly, like a flash flood. In an instant, it engulfed the entire space. The fragrance was very refreshing, and after smelling it, it felt as if one's whole body had become more energetic.
After smelling this fragrance, Laplace's eyes flashed with understanding.
Marian was stunned for two seconds before she opened her mouth and said, "You created fragrance?"
This time, before Angor could answer, Marian already knew the answer.
Because, as the fragrance was "observed" by Jasmine, its written information also naturally appeared in the air.
[Smell of the Glutton Flower King's Saliva: This is the smell of the Glutton Flower King's Saliva. It has a tantalizing fragrance. If you sniff it carefully, you will feel as if you are drinking a stream in winter. If you burn it with fire, the aroma will be even stronger. You will feel like you are in a garden full of butterflies. .]
Yes. Angor was using a pen and paper to create the aroma of the Glutton Flower Lord's saliva.
Since he was only writing, there was no limit to what he could create. There were already so many objects here, so he decided to create something different from "what the eye can see".
After some consideration, Angor chose to create an "invisible scent".
Without a doubt, the most familiar aroma was the Glutton Flower Lord's saliva. He sold it to Leona in the end, but Angor had already memorized the scent of it in his mind.
While describing the aroma, Angor tried to recall the taste of the saliva in his mind. Finally, he received the feedback of his creation.
He really created the scent of the Glutton Flower Lord's saliva.
Angor couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he smelled the familiar aroma.
"You look a little disappointed?" Laplace's voice came from the Spirit Bond. "Is it because the smell is different from what you know? Don't worry about it. It's normal for the smell to be different. It's hard to describe the smell with words. The aroma created by words will be corrected according to the description. "
Angor shook his head. He didn't explain it through the Spirit Bond. Instead, he spoke directly, "The aroma is the same as what I remember. It's a pity that I didn't include this part in my original description."
[If you burn it with fire, the aroma will be even stronger and have the effect of calming the soul. .]
"But I didn't see such an effect in practice." Angor looked up at the words floating in the air. "In fact, I didn't include this part in my description."
Angor felt a little regretful about this.
The most important thing about the Glutton Flower Lord's saliva wasn't its smell. It was its calming effect that could heal one's soul slowly.
Back when his soul was damaged by the wall in Nether City, he had to rely on the Glutton Flower Lord's saliva to slowly recover. Besides, it was also thanks to the saliva that Angor's soul foundation was so strong.
Now, the aroma in the air was familiar to him, but it didn't have any effect. Angor felt a little disappointed.
Marian also heard his explanation. Perhaps she wanted to quickly get over her "wrong guess", so she took over the topic and explained, "Soul Calming, Soul Calming, is already a supernatural effect. You can't use the paper and pen left here to write something like that.
"As for the words that involve Transcendent effects, they will be automatically corrected. That's why this paragraph is missing from your written description. "
Angor nodded to show his gratitude.
He already thought about this, but he still wanted to give it a try. In the end, he successfully created the text. He thought the effect would come true as well.
He didn't expect the word space to be so "intelligent" that it could check and correct Angor's description when it noticed a slight deviation.
"Although there's no transcendent effect, the smell is quite fragrant." Marian closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I like this smell. Do you mind if I copy it?"
"Copy?" Angor didn't know what she meant.
Marian pointed at the words in the air. "I plan to memorize them. Next time, if I'm invited to the 'Arcane Library', I can copy it."
Arcane Library? What is this place? Angor didn't know what to say.
Marian continued, "Since Noah already brought you here, I don't think you'll mind if I tell you about the library …"
Following Jasmine's explanation, Angor finally understood what "Arcane Library" and "Copy" meant.
"Copy" meant that Marian would memorize Angor's description as well as the smell so that she could copy it in another word space next time.
And the "Arcana Library" was another text space that was different from this "restaurant."
This word space was located inside the library of Hundred Dragon Divine Kingdom. The entrance was an oil painting at the front door of the library.
After entering the painting, one would arrive at a hidden library. This library was the so-called "Arcane Library".
Arcane Library, as the name suggested, was Arcane Book Dragon's private collection. There were many books collected by Arcane Book Dragon, as well as books written by Arcane Book Dragon himself.
Arcane Library wasn't open to the public. Only a few people had the right to enter, and Marian was one of them.
Morian would often go to the Arcane Library to read. In the past, she would only bring hot tea to improve the quality of the books she read. Now, if she could replicate the smell of the Glutton Flower King's saliva in the Arcane Library, not only would it improve the quality of the books she read, it would also improve the reading environment.
Angor nodded without hesitation. "Of course. Feel free to copy it, sir."
The copy was only in the word space anyway.
Outside the word space, there was no way to copy it. Unless one could get the real Glutton Flower Lord's saliva.
…
Smells did not last as long as physical objects such as tableware.
Not long after, the smell began to show signs of tanning, and the strong fragrance from before gradually turned into a light and elegant smell. It wouldn't be long before it dissipated completely.
To prevent herself from forgetting the smell, Marian simply "copied" it on the spot. She borrowed Angor's words while recalling the smell in her mind.
A moment later, Marian finished her work.
The word information was still the same. However, the smell was slightly different. Perhaps it was corrected by the "intelligence" again.
Just as Laplace had said before, it was difficult to perceive smells in words, which also led to the automatic correction of smells in text creation.
In order to copy the smell of the Glutton Flower Lord's saliva like Angor did, Marian had to get it deep into Angor's mind.
Marian only smelled the saliva for the first time today, and it was already good enough that she could copy it on her first try.
Marian was satisfied with the result.
Maybe it was because the "correction" came from Marian's mind, so the direction of the correction was just right for her.
There was a slight difference between the smell and the saliva, but it was more suitable for Marian's taste.
Marian's expression relaxed a lot as she smelled the pleasant aroma.
It would be better if there was a cup of hot tea in front of her.
Marian hesitated. Maybe she should write a cup of hot tea with her own words?
Although the hot tea created by the text did not have any substantial effect, the taste was no different from the real hot tea. She just wanted to taste it.
With that in mind, Marian picked up her pen and prepared to write.
But at this moment, familiar footsteps could be heard coming from the side of the corridor.
Everyone looked at the source of the footsteps and saw Steward Fan in a tuxedo walking out from the edge of the curtain.
Steward Fan came out empty-handed earlier. But now, he was carrying a glass box.
If they were in the outside world, this scene would not have attracted anyone's attention. But here, not only did they see Butler Fan walking back, they also saw … the dense cloud of "little essays" above his head.
The so-called "small essay" was a text message that appeared through observation.
However, there were so many words above Steward Fan's head that they were overflowing.
Angor observed carefully but could not decipher them. There were too many words. There were several or even dozens of words squeezed together in the same coordinate space. The overlapping words turned into a dark mass, making it impossible to tell what was inside.
Such a large amount of complicated text information had all come from the glass box in Steward Fan's hand.
Without a doubt, the sea of words was describing the thing inside the glass box.
Considering what Steward Fan said before leaving, there was no doubt that the thing inside the glass box was the so-called "living text".
Everyone's attention was drawn to the glass box.
What kind of "living text" was it? Did it need so much information to give a general description?
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