Welcome everyone: Sitting on the floor of the magic room, Angele was completely skinny and bones.
His silver-white skin was pale and bloodless, and his lips turned gray-red, very dull. But his eyes were extremely bright.
I looked around the surgery room.
On the black stone ground, those white tadpole-like runes also had a faint layer of fine gray.
In the airtight room, the thick stone wall faintly isolated all the energy aura from his body, and the atmosphere from the outside world would also be isolated by this rune wall.
"Has it been so many days?" Angelet breathed a sigh of relief.
Only then did the chip's feedback slowly sound.
'Detection of the subject's physical condition is completed. Unknown physical fitness is found to be optimized. Do you want to establish a task analysis?'
"yes."
Angelet's eyes glowed with countless emerald-blue haloes, which looked extremely bright in the dark magic room.
'The task analysis is over. The physical strengthening information is as follows: Illusion Temperament.'
"Illusion temperament? What is this?" Angelet was stunned. He has been studying witchcraft until now, but he has never heard of this special trait after successfully attacking the small stage.
Generally, the records include an increase in the total amount of mana, or an additional bonus to physical fitness.
"The illusionary temperament causes people to be unknowingly influenced by the subject, and then biases them towards the subject's point of view."
"Is it similar to hypnosis?" Angelet raised his hand.
Suddenly, countless black patterns suddenly spread from the skin on the back of his hand. It was like countless black tattoo vines crawling on his body. It looked extremely strange.
These black tattoos are winding, some are whirlpools, and some are curved corners. They look dazzling and have a faint feeling of dizziness.
Except for his face, every exposed skin of Angelet's face can be seen with black patterns snaking all over it.
Angelet raised his right hand, and on the originally white skin on the back of his hand, a snake-like black line was printed on his hand.
"There are no energy fluctuations, and no mental power is needed to help activate it. In other words, is it a natural change in the body like a chameleon?" He thought thoughtfully.
The lines on the back of his hands were like a black snake crawling out of Angele's sleeves, completely pitch black.
Angelet's heart moved slightly, imagining that these patterns would naturally retract.
Soon, the black patterns quickly and slowly disappeared on the skin, as if the black color was faded and hidden. It became the same color as normal skin.
"Number Zero, call up all the information on the illusion temperament. I need to check it out."
'Start reading.'
Soon, pieces of information about the delusional temperament emerged from Angelet's memory.
That is the content of the bloodline memory from the Socra Giant Eagle Banshee.
The rumored giant eagle banshees were jealous of the ancient harpies of their own tribe because of their too powerful hallucination talent, so they were expelled to another area. It was because of their hallucinatory temperament.
When they have murderous intent or malice in their hearts, weird and twisted patterns that can confuse creatures will appear on their bodies. Only they and a few people with special physiques can see this pattern. Most of them can see it.
No one can see it, but it will be affected unknowingly. At least it is just to have a good impression of it. At worst, it is to become its groveling slave in disguise.
This is also their ability that makes other creatures most fearful, apart from their ability to enter and exit the nightmare world.
Although the bloodline that Angelet received was only a small amount, this natural physique was activated after the successful liquefaction impact.
"The Socratic Eagle Banshee was completely wiped out countless years ago. Even the fragmented books that have been preserved for thousands of years only record the ancient Harpy Banshee. And I am not the only wizard who carved hallucinatory tattoos.
There's no need to worry about being seen by other wizards in the future." Angelet considered this concern for a moment.
Anyway, this tattoo can only be seen by myself and a very small number of people with special physiques. The impact is not very strong.
And it will only slowly emerge when there is murderous intention in the heart. Then it can affect the ability to disintegrate the opponent's will to fight.
"The ability of this illusionary temperament should be more than this. Let's re-scan and analyze the chip." Because the bloodline memory obtained is only a small part and is incomplete. So Angelet does not know all the abilities of this tattoo.
Rows of data swiped down in my eyes like a waterfall. After a few minutes, the feedback from the chip came again.
‘Fantasy temperament, task analysis results: forming visual dislocation, affecting the opponent’s precise positioning and judgment during combat. It can unknowingly affect the creature, making it more trusting of the subject.’
‘Flaws: When a person who can see the subject’s tattoo sees the illusive temperament pattern, it will have the opposite effect and trigger a sense of fear.’
"It's not really a shortcoming. But it can be seen from this that the Socra Giant Eagle Banshee was so powerful in ancient times." Angelet slowly stood up from the ground.
When I first got up, my feet felt numb. Sitting for too long caused blood changes, and my legs felt numb and itchy.
He raised his hand and looked at the thickness of his wrist. He couldn't hold it completely with one hand before, but now, when he held it with one hand, there was still room.
I lost a full two laps of weight.
After standing in the spell room for a while, Angelet waited until the numbness and itchiness in his feet completely subsided, then slowly opened the door to the spell room and walked out.
The basement hall outside was empty, and the black stone walls and floor also had a faint layer of white dust. It looked like no one had been there.
When Angele came in, he sealed the entrance to the basement with metal. Therefore, no one could enter here quickly unless violent or destructive methods were used.
The hall was quiet.
Angelet staggered to the door of the material room and gently opened the door.
Among the materials piled inside, there are also foods and dried fruits prepared for this situation.
Picking up a small brown bucket, Angele opened the lid, took out the dried black fruit pulp and stuffed it into his mouth.
This is a kind of dried pulp made from banana-like fruits. It tastes soft and sweet, with a hint of wine.
This sweetness can quickly replenish energy and calories to Angele's body.
After eating half a bucket of dried fruit pulp for a few times, Angelet put down the small wooden bucket. He also picked up another small bucket filled with wine, opened the lid and drank slowly.
There are also dried meat, bread and other foods.
He finally stopped eating after half an hour.
After a period of recovery, his mental power has now almost recovered to half of its original state. At the same time, the state of his newly liquefied mental power has quickly stabilized.
Angelet didn't intend to go out just like that when he was so weak.
After staying in the material room for half a month, he fully recovered. His physical condition has almost returned to its original shape, except that he looks a little thinner. You can't tell without looking carefully.
With a snap, Angele closed the lid of the food barrel and put it back in place.
After doing this, he left the material room and walked up the gray-white stone steps.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the small door on the black stone wall.
hiss....
A trace of white metal melted from the crack in the door and flowed back to Angelet.
With a click, he opened the door directly.
It was dark outside. There was a faint sound of insects coming from outside the villa. It was a sound similar to crickets.
Angelet closed the door gently with his backhand. He just walked a few steps from the corner behind the stairs when he saw a cold food plate on the ground.
The silver plate slightly reflected the faint white moonlight. There was a bowl of fish soup and some shredded dark red pork on it, and some green vegetable leaves were sprinkled on the shredded meat.
There is still a faint fragrance of fish soup lingering in the air.
"Nancy should have prepared it," Angelet guessed. He picked up the food plate, walked to the sofa in the living room, and placed the plate on the low table.
The living room was quiet, with a faint moonlight streaming in from the window. Beside the open window, the white curtains slowly fluttered with the cool night breeze.
The air in the entire living room is extremely fresh.
On the gray-white symbol array console in the middle, there is also an illuminating crystal. The crystal is covered by black cloth, and only a little bit of white fluorescence shines through the black cloth.
In the living room of the villa, one wall is directly connected to a huge floor-to-ceiling window, with white gauze curtains hanging on both sides.
The floor-to-ceiling windows face the white sofa and low table.
There are also oil paintings left by a wizard master hanging on the four walls. Most of them are natural scenery. And it can be seen that they are all made by the same person. From grassland to desert, to the sea and forest. The pictures are
Delicate, the black frame is decorated with silver trim, which is very gorgeous.
On the ceiling, a six-petal flower-shaped red crystal pattern is inlaid. There is a red diamond-shaped gem in the center, surrounded by six slender red crystals.
However, the crystal looked a little dim, and no light came out. It was obviously an illumination crystal that had consumed all its energy.
In the corner beside the floor-to-ceiling window, there is also a gray-black potted plant that looks like a dead branch, which looks inconspicuous.
This was the first time that Angelet observed his villa so carefully. He walked to the potted plant and saw a small wooden sign hanging on it. The brown wooden sign was only half the size of a palm. It was decorated with a very delicate Ange
The language of Ma reads: Ash Wood.
The potted plant is exactly the same as the dry tree trunk, there is nothing surprising about it.
Angelet walked out through the half-open French window.
Outside is a garden enclosed by a fence. The thick grass is soft when you step on it, like stepping on a blanket.
Angelet could even feel a slight coolness spreading to his feet through his moccasin boots.
He walked back around the garden. Along the gray-white walls of the villa, he quickly turned a corner and came to the back of the villa.
On the grass outside a row of black fences, a small square gray-white stone house stood quietly among the sparse woods. The brown wooden door was closed tightly. There was a faint sound of breathing inside.
This was also his destination. Looking at the stone house, Angelet felt a faint ripple in his heart. He knew that it was Nancy who lived in that stone house. It was a small stone house that he specifically asked the dwarves to build for her.
, using a very hard stone.
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