As for the second method, it was just using the energy radiation from the chip. However, he had to change it to a single element. He even suspected that his talent level of Wind and Fire was changed by the energy radiation from the ring.
Angele narrowed his eyes.
Nothing happened during the night and Angele returned to his destination with the carriage.
"Hmm … I think … you can purify your mentality by using strong beliefs and willpower. Also, you can turn your mentality into energy particles. You can use the pure energy particles to influence yourself. If you stay in the environment for a long time, your mentality will change to something similar to the energy particles. "
"Radiation? That's a good word. Just like you said, normal creatures can't use this method. Also, this method is slow. Of course, that's only for you. For me, it's just the time it takes for me to turn over. In fact, you should also be able to see that for someone like me … "After the tree spirit gave an affirmative answer, it began to ramble again.
There was a black saw beside a pine tree by the side of the road. Half of the saw was stuck in the trunk of the tree. The area was deadly silent and he could not even hear the birds chirping.
Angele followed the map provided by the tree spirit and found the place before the sky turned dark.
He could see the red wooden watchtower on the other side of the forest.
A small piece of wood was thrown to Angele's face.
Suddenly, he felt cold air coming from the back of his neck. It felt like someone was blowing air into his neck.
"Mentality purification … I remember now …" The tree spirit was a bit embarrassed and he did not want to waste any more time.
"What method?" Angele questioned in a deep tone.
Angele returned to the carriage and tried to track his mother's energy particles using spells. However, it had been too long and he could not find the exact location with the spells.
Angele held the dagger in his hand and walked to the wooden watchtower quietly.
Angele was driving the carriage slowly. His strong mentality made his five senses extremely sensitive, and he was able to keep an eye on the surroundings.
"Chaos language? What's that? Is there such a language? "The tree spirit was confused. "I can't answer that question. It should be some mysterious knowledge that wizards have. Try something simpler. You know, I'm old now, and sometimes my memory deteriorates. Omicade even said that I might have Alzheimer's, but I don't think so. Look, I still remember everything …"
Angele walked to a dark red area, crouched down, and sniffed.
"Impurities … Hmm … Let me think …" The tree spirit narrowed its eyes and pondered.
The dryad suddenly shouted and the noise made Angele's body numb.
Blue light flashed in front of Angele's eyes and he pursed his lips into a strange smile.
Angele crouched by the campfire and rubbed the ashes with his hand.
There was a little dew on the saw. It looked like it had been there all night. Normally, civilians who used saws wouldn't put them inside. This would cause the saws to rust, and then they would have to polish them, increasing the wear and tear of the tools. This was undoubtedly an unnecessary expense for civilians.
There was no moon in the sky, it seemed like it was blocked by the clouds.
It was getting dark. Angele returned to the carriage at the crossroad. The energy particles did not alert him and there was only one wheel mark on the ground. It seemed like Angele was the only carriage that passed by this area.
'Without the token, normal people can't wake me up. If I don't adjust the time dimension, I won't be able to detect your movements. In the past, there were a lot of humans around me, but they all disappeared. Let me count, there was an earthquake, a fire, and something strange … Oh … Yes … There was also a big black bear. That bear had a lot of meat … At that time, I was thinking … "
Angele pushed the wooden door open and slowly walked in.
He scanned the entire ground and suddenly discovered that there were some dark red spots on the ground in front of him.
Angele was a bit disappointed, he interrupted the dryad and asked, "Do you know how to purify the impurities in the mentality of a potion?"
"Huh? Is that so? I'm different from the others. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha … "The dryad stopped talking and laughed. "This is for you!"
Angele caught it right away. It was the same piece of wood, but the words on it were replaced by a map. There was also a black dot on the map. It was the only place that had a name on it: Tika Soin.
He slowly stopped the carriage. He jumped off the carriage and walked to the right side of the forest. He stopped by the pine tree.
With a flick of his finger, a green string flew to the surface of the carriage.
The heavy wooden door was half open.
* CHI *
"Is Tika Soin the name of their secret garden?" Angele questioned.
The gray horse stopped in the middle of the forest.
'Only wizards can use this method, right? Normal people will die from the radiation. 'Angele's brow furrowed.
A gray carriage slowly approached him. The noise made by the wheels and the hooves were crisp in the early morning.
"Let me think … Let me think … Let me think …" The tree rubbed its head with its hands, it seemed like it had no idea how to react. "The time dimension between us and ordinary creatures is too different. I can't adjust in a short time … Usually, it takes me a few years to turn around and tidy my hair … Your time dimension is too much, I'm not used to it … My old bones still want to live for a few hundred more years …" The giant tree muttered as it shook its branches and leaves.
"They only moved a small distance away and settled down in the secret garden again. Do you want to go to Tika Soin? "
Angele looked around but did not find anything valuable. It seemed like the dryads left a long time ago. He had no choice but to return to the forest.
He responded after several seconds.
He walked up the slope and arrived at the gate of the guard tower.
Only then did he notice that purple swallows were flying past the gaps in the forest from time to time. Previously, he had been walking towards the biggest tree.
Angele felt something cold on his hand.
* BAM *
Angele nodded and filtered out the rest of the nonsense the tree spirit said.
It was an empty space beside a small stream. A few wooden huts sat on the empty space. There was no one around and it seemed like the houses had been abandoned for a long time.
"Blood …" Angele stood up and looked at the blood trail. The trail of blood extended all the way to the stairs.
The tracking spell had a time limit. He would not be able to get any information after three years. This spell could only be mastered by Liliana's knowledge on Necromancy Biology and Shadow Basics, which had been modified by Liliana. It was Liliana's unique spell and no one would be able to master it even if they had the spell model.
He finally realized what was going on after a while.
Angele smiled as well. He turned around and left the place quickly.
The Old Tree Fairy sighed, "You don't know this, but the voices of the fairies are very pleasant to the ears. Just their words alone have a charming flavor. They would pick fruits for me to eat and roast meat. It was my first time eating roast meat, and I couldn't forget it after that. You don't know, the meat around the neck of that big wild boar, when smeared with jam and roasted, tastes really good … It's a pity that I haven't eaten such delicious food for many years …"
"Sorry, I was distracted …"
He sat on the stairs with his hands on his knees and his head lowered. There was already a pool of blood on the stairs.
"Huh …"
Two days later. In the morning.
* BAM *
It seemed like the campfire had been extinguished for a long time and there was only a pile of black ash left. There was a metal barbecue rack on the side, but the hunter from before was nowhere to be seen. No one knew where he went.
"They moved away a while ago. Many people don't know where they went. Their information is always kept a secret. These little guys that live in the secret garden are really hard to find by ordinary creatures … I still remember the first time I saw them more than 130 years ago. At that time, I really felt that they were too cute … How nostalgic … In the blink of an eye, so much time has passed … I still remember the little guy who loved to dance in my hands. Her parents played the piano for her. Every day, I would wake up to listen to their music. "
Angele followed the trail of blood and walked up the spiral staircase. A man's shadow appeared in his sight.
Angele's expression turned serious. He raised his head and looked at the wooden tower. He slowly raised his hand and a long, curved silver dagger appeared in his right hand.
"Yes … Last time when I woke up, I met a few wizards. They were discussing academic topics around me, and from time to time, they would ask me for some information they wanted. I haven't seen them since then … Oh! Right! I remember now! "
"Do you talk to every human that comes to you like this?" Angele was speechless.
Angele pulled the reins and looked at the forest on the right.
"…" Angele felt like it was a test of his patience to talk to the old tree.
"Tree monster?" The tree hesitated for a second, it seemed like it was trying to recall something.
"Thank you for the answer." Angele bowed slightly. "I wouldn't believe that there are tree monsters that eat roasted meat if I didn't see it with my own eyes."
"Do you know anything?" Angele's brow furrowed.
It was the hunter.
"Time dimension? Do you mean our activity period? You've met wizards before? "Angele was a bit surprised.
"Yes, it means' home 'in the language of the fairies. The names of the secret gardens of the tree monsters are the same, nothing new. "The tree monster started talking again. "You know, I gave them good suggestions back then, but they didn't listen to me at all … Also, they came up with a name too fast. It hasn't even been a year, and they've already decided on it. I've been thinking about it for years … If it was Muro's Barbecue … or Fairy's Orchard, it would be much better …"
The sky darkened and the forest became pitch-black. The three yellow buckskin horses walked back under the illumination of the oil lamp in the carriage.
In front of the carriage, around it, behind it, everything was dark.
"I have another question," Angele interrupted. "Do you know the Chaos language?"
Angele's brow furrowed.
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