Angor tried to recall the barren Mysterious Mountain.
"Is it possible that the Mysterious Mountain contains the concept of 'wither' too?"
"I don't think so. I didn't sense any aura of death when I was on the mountain. I don't think it has anything to do with 'wither'. "
If it wasn't 'wither', then what could it be? Was it a barren land? Or a barren land?
"You can't say for sure now. Greya will come to you after she understands what it is. You'll know then."
Angor nodded and decided not to ask further. However, he was still curious about how the Mystery manifestation could be triggered. "Is it possible that only Mystery manifestations of concepts can do this? The other Mystery manifestations don't have this function? "
"Why do you say so?"
"I've experimented with dozens of alchemy illusions. Although I feel that my brain's activity has increased after triggering the mysterious concretes, and I've been able to gain some insights under the torrent of information. But I don't think it's possible to learn a spell out of thin air. "Angor frowned.
"I don't know. "I need to see more manifestations of Mystery so that I can come up with an answer after analyzing them. However, I didn't really comprehend the Withering Spell out of thin air. The torrent of information used my own knowledge and knowledge to create the Withering Spell out of thin air. "
As for why you didn't learn the spell, I think it's because — "
Angor understood what Sunders was trying to say. Sunders was trying to say that he didn't have enough knowledge.
Angor had to admit it.
In terms of alchemy knowledge alone, Angor believed that Sunders was better than Sunders. If he could create a spell from nothing, he should be able to create an alchemy spell as well, right?
But that wasn't the case. Maybe the spell had some kind of restriction? Or maybe he couldn't create an alchemy spell?
When he thought of "restriction", he suddenly remembered what he went through inside Spotty's body. It was the integration of all kinds of laws, the birth and decline of all kinds of civilizations … Perhaps the understanding of the spell was actually within the laws of the little spot itself? After all, the mysterious intent he had comprehended came from Spotty.
This was purely his assumption.
If he wanted to verify it, the only way was to comprehend the Mystery Intent of a new Mystery Object, and then integrate the new Mystery Intent into the illusion.
But this was even more difficult. Even if he obtained a new Mystery item, he might not be able to comprehend Mystery. Back then, the mysterious core of Spotty was completely unguarded against him, which was why he was able to comprehend it. If he wanted to enter the core of any other Mystery item, he would probably have to destroy the Mystery item directly. Not to mention whether it was worth it or not, even if he destroyed the Mystery item, he might not be able to comprehend the Mystery meaning.
Therefore, this conjecture was difficult to realize.
When he returned to the Old Earth, he would look for the Dream Whelk on the Moonlight Coast, which Freud promised him.
If everything went well, he would have a mysterious item by then. Perhaps he could try to comprehend the mystery of the Dream Whelk.
Angor wanted to tell Sunders about his idea, but he decided against it. It was just a guess, and he could always do it after the experiment.
Sunders and Sunders finally stopped talking about the manifestation of Mystery items when the burning clouds appeared on the horizon.
"Next time, if you're going to create something amazing, you better give me some time to prepare. I don't want to be caught off guard." Sunders sighed. "Why do I feel like you're even more troublesome than Flora?"
"I didn't expect it to work so well …" Angor felt a little embarrassed.
"It's fine. Just be careful. I was worried about the members of the Rat Clan, but now I'm more worried that you might be targeted by some old bastards who don't come out of their seclusion. " Sunders sighed. "You know alchemy, don't you? Make something to protect yourself."
Angor nodded. It was time for him to make something for himself since he was about to leave Brute Cavern. Crossing Devil's Water alone was not an easy task.
"I'm glad you understand. Go back then. If you need any books in the study, you can take them back. "
"Not for now." Angor stood up and hesitated. "Professor, are you going to the Nightmare Realm right now?"
"Later. I have something to do," Sunders answered vaguely.
At first, he planned to stay here. Even if he could not go to the Nightmare Realm, he still wanted to see how it worked. However, Sunders' answer had already made his decision clear.
Angor nodded helplessly and left. Before leaving, he placed the "Monument Loop" on Sunders' desk.
"What's this?" Sunders looked at the strange diamond and the Mobius Strip inside with a surprised look.
"It's an alchemy illusion in Monument Valley," Angor explained. "I didn't add any manifestation of Mystery. It's just an illusion."
Sunders nodded. "You made it fast. I'll analyze your illusion in depth and give you my feedback."
"Thank you so much, professor." Angor bowed respectfully.
With that, he stiffly turned around and left the study.
Outside the study, Angor saw Goode and Hobbiton. Hobbiton was holding a plate with one hand, on which there was a pot and some snacks. Angor noticed that Hobbiton's arm was trembling. He wondered how long Hobbiton maintained this posture.
When Hobbiton saw Angor, he immediately put on a "relieved" expression and strode toward Angor.
But because she took too big a stride, she stumbled after a few steps, and the plate was about to fall to the ground.
Goode put a hand on his forehead and showed a helpless look. In the next second, he teleported to Hobbiton's side and caught the falling plate in his hand.
Hobbiton's face hit the ground hard.
When Hobbiton slowly got up while rubbing his red nose, Goode bowed to Angor. "Mister Padt, this is afternoon tea. Do you want it in the living room or in your room?"
As he spoke, he placed a plate in front of Angor.
Afternoon tea? Angor lifted the lid of the delicate porcelain pot and smelled the rich aroma of milk.
Milk tea? Angor's eyes flashed with joy.
"Let's take it to the bedroom. I'm hungry anyway," Angor said in a serious tone.
Angor and Goode went to the bedroom together. Hobbiton pursed his lips and followed them. He didn't forget what his grandfather told him. Mister Sunders might not agree to let him stay at Phantom Island, but he could try to persuade Mister Padt to let him leave.
That was why the afternoon tea was brought up. However, Hobbiton didn't want to get too close to Angor because he felt embarrassed, so he just followed behind them.
"Hobbiton prepared the afternoon tea?" Angor was surprised.
"Yes. Hobbiton knows you like milk products, so he volunteered to bring it to you. " Goode noticed Angor's strange expression. Of course, he knew what Angor was worried about.
He quickly changed the topic. "As you know, Hobbiton is too strong as a Phantom Servant, so his body and brain are not fully developed. His hobbies and ideas are childish, so he always makes his own milk products. I'm not sure if you like them, Mister Padt."
In other words, Hobbiton had a low IQ and EQ. He also liked milk products, so he wouldn't tell Angor about it as a joke.
Angor cleared his throat. He knew Goode meant well, but why did he feel like a spoiled brat? Even if Hobbiton knew that he liked dairy products, Angor would not do anything to the kid except feel awkward about it.
However, Goode's words made it sound like he was going to bully Hobbiton.
"I understand. It's Hobbiton's kindness."
When they walked past the living room, they saw the door of the mansion being pushed open. Flora flew in from outside while cursing and swearing.
"He locked all the doors and windows in the study and told me to come in through the front door. Damn it! Isn't this a waste of time? "Flora mumbled to herself. She saw Angor standing there in a daze.
Flora raised an eyebrow and flew over. She smelled the rich milk aroma on the plate and rolled her eyes.
She was going to mock Angor for being too young to soothe her anger. But before she could finish, Little Red, who was standing behind her, exclaimed in surprise and happily took out a blood-red rose and handed it to Angor.
Angor first greeted Flora politely, took the rose, and nodded to Little Red to thank her. It was an elegant and courteous gesture.
Flora clenched her teeth. What else could she say when Little Red was trying to be nice to Angor? He could only force out a sentence from his mouth, "If you eat sweets at night, you might get cavities."
With that, Flora turned around and headed to Sunders' study. Little Red was lying on her back. She even turned around and waved goodbye to Angor with the green flames in her eye sockets.
Angor looked at where Flora was going. She was going to find Sunders. Did Sunders mean he was going to wait for Flora when he said he needed to prepare? Was Flora going to the Nightmare Realm with Sunders?
Angor didn't know. He sighed and smelled the rose again. He put it on the plate and said to Butler Goode, "Let's go."
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