Opening the door, a familiar, slightly crowded living room came into view. Video tapes were scattered on the floor, and pizza boxes were dumped aside... Except for some chaos, everything in the room was in line with Boluogo's memory when he left. Seeing this,
He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Wosselin had controlled her emotions well and did not fight with Palmer in her own home.
After briefly cleaning up, Bologg sat down where Palmer had been sitting before, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, allowing his spirit to relax a little. As for Palmer, Bologg didn't bother to care.
His life and death.
"The Gate of Origin."
Boluogo muttered in a low voice. If his guess was true, and the ether fell from the sky and first contacted and overlapped with the crest of the mountains, then the many ether vortex points located on the crest of the mountains could be regarded as the center of all the ether in the world.
source.
Not only that, that area may have produced a distortion of reality, and even opened up a physical channel between the material world and the etheric world.
After figuring this out, Boluogo did not feel relaxed. If he had taken action a hundred years ago to solve the hidden dangers on the crest of the mountains, humans might have been able to control the rising ether concentration and lock the ether realm that was constantly approaching the material world.
distance.
But things are different now. The more and more huge ether passes through the overlapping area and flows into the material world. To use an analogy, the ether itself has "weight". As the concentration of ether in the material world rises, the "weight" of the material world is increasing rapidly.
Under this mysterious power, the large and ordinary world gradually moves towards the path of extraordinary upgrade.
According to Boluogo's simple academic understanding, the etheric world itself has a gravity beyond imagination. In the era when the ether was barren, the material world may still have the ability to escape or push away from the etheric world. However, as the weight increases, the two worlds
An inseparable gravitational force is formed between them, attracting each other.
That's too late.
The increase in the weight of the material world causes its gravitational pull to double. The more so, the faster it increases in weight, and the speed at which it overlaps with the etheric world becomes faster and faster. This is also why the ether concentration has increased in recent years.
The reason why the speed is much faster than before.
Under the mutual attraction of weight, the overlapping collision of the two worlds has entered a state of acceleration and is inevitable.
After struggling for a while, Bologg finally calmed down his anxious heart again, opened the refrigerator, and poured himself a glass of ice-cold orange juice. To divert his attention, Bologg took out a metal cube from the cabinet.
After simply playing with it, a small amount of ether was injected into the metal, and many shiny textures were immediately mapped on the surface of the cube.
It’s hard to believe that this metal cube is an alchemical weapon. The alchemical matrix embedded in it is also very simple. The effect is just to make the metal stronger and tougher. This is completely an ordinary handicraft with no appreciation value. It must be
To put it bluntly, it is very painful when it hits someone.
To others, this is a mediocre and meaningless alchemical weapon, but in Bolog's hands, it is a toy that can pass the time and hone his skills.
"So what if you know these secrets?" Bologg stared at the metal cube and muttered to himself, "If you are too weak, you can't change anything."
A brilliant glimmer of light lit up in Boluogo's eyes. The extremely aggressive ether directly conquered the alchemical weapon. The texture of the alchemical matrix spread from Boluogo's arm and then covered the metal cube, covering it.
Completely wrapped.
At this moment, the metal cube can be regarded as an extension of Boluogo's body.
During this period of time, Boluogo has conducted a lot of training and testing on his secret power. He noticed that after no longer needing to directly touch the target and only relying on the leaked ether to control, his alchemical matrix would no longer be able to control it.
It no longer extends outside the body unless it comes into direct contact with the target.
"Although I can control the target by relying on the leakage of ether, just like the ordinary control school, as long as I touch the target, the alchemy matrix will extend over it and turn it into a part of me, thus controlling other substances.
, to control myself."
Boluogo thought, although the effect is the same, in essence, these are two completely different control methods.
In the former case, Bologo's ether is the invader after all and cannot completely conquer the target. But in the latter case, the target becomes a part of Bologo and there are no more interfering factors.
Absolute dominion.
Boluogo devoted himself wholeheartedly to the control of the metal cube, and saw that under the "strong" protection, the metal cube directly cracked open without any hindrance, as if the alchemical matrix had disappeared.
"The nature of distortion."
Bologo recalled that when he destroyed the flesh plague, he only destroyed the form of the flesh and blood creation, but did not change its essence. In direct contact, he turned the metal cube into a part of Bologo's body, which actually made it easier for him to do so.
It can distort its essence and make it lose its "strong" effect.
"Maybe I can try again..."
Boluogo thought to himself, after releasing the secret energy, the metal cube returned to its original appearance, and it felt heavy when picked up.
Stuffing it back into the cabinet, I saw many metal cubes placed in the corner. According to the different labels on them, they have different characteristics.
In order to facilitate training and testing of his secret powers, Bologo commissioned Aimu to build many similar metal cubes, and he would play with these things whenever he had free time.
With many thoughts lingering in his mind, Boluogo couldn't sit still for a while. Although he had just returned from the Bureau of Order, he decided to return there immediately and go to the Hall of Scholars to chat with Mamo about this related matter.
At least share your conjecture about the Gate of Origin with him. He alone cannot solve the problem even with his brains.
Just as Borogo was about to insert the Key to the Winding Path, the door handle suddenly turned, and then the door was pushed open.
"Bo...Bologo!"
Palmer looked at his partner. He had not seen him for just a few days, but now he felt like he was reunited after a long absence. As his emotions surged, Palmer felt his nose was a little sore for a moment.
"ah?"
Bologg had a clear view of Palmer's reaction. Faced with his appearance, Bologg felt a little...disgusting.
"Bologo!"
Seeing his good roommate, Palmer almost cried. He reached out to grab Burlogo and tried to hug him. Burlogo anticipated Palmer's move and stepped back.
Palmer missed the opportunity.
"Oh? Boluogo."
As Palmer stepped aside, Vosilin, who was following Palmer, also poked her head out. She did not expect that Boluogo would be at home.
The two looked at each other briefly, and Boluogo accurately saw a trace of disappointment in Vosilin's eyes, as if his existence had hindered her in some way.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Boluogo pretended not to notice and said hello to Vosilin.
"Are you going out?"
Palmer still caught Burlogo. He turned his back to Burlogo, his eyes full of desire for survival.
"Well, I have something to do and I have to go to the Scholars Hall."
"Is that so?"
Palmer clutched Burlogo's shoulders tightly, his expression contorted, suggesting madness.
Bologo thought for a while, and Bologo came to a conclusion.
"Then I'll leave first and I shouldn't be back until tonight. You two can catch up on old times first."
Burlogo pushed Palmer away ruthlessly. The moment the two separated, tears almost overflowed from the corners of Palmer's eyes.
"No need, Wo Xilin has been here for several days, so it's no longer a time to catch up."
Palmer did not give up hope and pressed Bologo's shoulders again, "As for work matters, as your partner, we'd better work together."
"It doesn't matter, as the team leader, I can do it alone," Boluogo said with a kind smile, and then forcefully opened Palmer's fingers one by one, "You think so, my dear
Team members.”
Palmer was on the verge of swearing.
"Oh, I'll excuse you first."
Vosilin thanked Boluogo for understanding, put on her slippers, picked up a few handbags, and walked in directly.
She opened her handbag, which was filled with new clothes she bought for Palmer. As early as the day she arrived, she had inspected Palmer's wardrobe. It was... unsightly.
Palmer's wardrobe was like a huge dirty laundry basket, with clothes piled together haphazardly and a lot of balls of socks. In addition to these problems, Vosilin was also deeply suspicious of Palmer's taste.
As the heir to the Clarks family, not only are the clothes hand-made by craftsmen, they should also have some taste. However, except for the uniforms of the Bureau of Order, Palmer's clothes are either printed with band prints or are made from various brands.
Among the various movie collaborations, there are a few that are not so flashy and are also in solid colors, and they are so tattered that Palmer is reluctant to throw them away.
Wosselin can understand Palmer's hobbies, but she feels that Palmer should also pay attention to his own identity besides his hobbies.
"Bologo, you have to take me away."
Seeing Vosilin packing her things, Palmer came close to Burlogo's ear and spoke in a very low voice.
"What's wrong?" Boluogo pretended not to know anything. "Wosilin looks normal. It's not as scary as you said."
"You have no idea, she is just pretending!"
Palmer glanced at Vosilin, then looked at Bologo nervously, "She's so good at acting!"
"Have it?"
Boluogo turned around and happened to look at Woxilin. Woxilin smiled at Boluogo and then tidied up the messy living room.
Well...she can clean up the living room, which is much better than Palmer.
Bologg looked at Palmer and suddenly laughed. Seeing Bologg's smile, Palmer's heart sank.
"Don't...Bologo."
Palmer tried to control Burlogo, but he obviously couldn't.
"See you tonight, Palmer."
Burlogo smiled at Palmer, opened the door and left.
The door slammed shut, and the reverberating sound echoed in Palmer's ears like the hammer of a judge's trial.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and Palmer turned his head stiffly. After Boluogo left, Vosilin and Palmer were alone again, and she simply stopped pretending.
With a sly smile on her face, she held Palmer's head in her arms, gently comforting and suffocating her throat, all in a single thought of Wosselin.
"What did you whisper to him just now?"
"nothing."
Palmer shook his head vigorously, scolding Boluogo in his heart.
No matter what Palmer and others say, it's hard for everyone to believe that Vosilin, who seems so aloof, would do such extreme things to herself. In fact, sometimes Palmer himself can't believe it.
Palmer often wanted to expose Vosilin's disguise, but this guy was too vigilant. Only when he was alone with him would he turn into a flash flood, which drowned Palmer until he almost suffocated.
Woxilin took a deep look at Palmer and let go of him, "Okay, I'll trust you once."
Sitting on the sofa, Wosilin patted the cushion next to her. Palmer walked over knowingly and sat next to Vosilin.
The cool aroma lingered on the tip of her nose, and in the corner of her vision, Vosilin's beautiful face came into her eyes. She raised her slender thighs and pressed them unceremoniously on Palmer's legs.
Others might have imagined it, but when Palmer thought about the guy next to him, who could throw himself several meters away while laughing wildly, Palmer had no thoughts at all. He just prayed that Wo Xilin would not act like this again.
Tie yourself up in a strange way.
"Speaking of which, do you have any recommendations?" Wosilin asked.
"What do you mean?"
Palmer was extremely worried.
"Movie."
Woxilin pointed to the shelf she had just organized, on which a large number of video tapes were neatly placed.
"I haven't watched many movies yet. Do you have any recommendations for a newcomer like me?"
When talking about his hobbies, Palmer became less nervous and talked more.
"Oh oh oh, well, I think we can watch some family-friendly comedies first."
Palmer pushed away Wosilin's legs, walked quickly to the shelf, carefully selected several video tapes and placed them in front of Wosilin for her to choose.
Woxilin also carefully screened and selected this one.
"Hold on!"
"Okay," Wosselin didn't know what Palmer was going to do, so she got up and went to his bedroom, "I just want to change some clothes, this one is too restrictive."
Staying perfect is not an easy task.
Watching a movie is a very ritualistic thing. Palmer dug out a few bags of potato chips and poured two glasses of orange juice. He drew the curtains and the room became dark.
Sitting back on the sofa, the smile on Palmer's face gradually disappeared.
"Wait a minute, what am I doing?" Palmer said in hindsight.
Before Palmer could figure out what he was feeling, Vosilin also changed her clothes and walked out of his room. Palmer looked at Vosilin as if he had seen a ghost.
Wosselin put on Palmer's clothes, a pure black short-sleeved shirt with the band's print on the chest. She lowered her head and glanced down.
"Do you like this band very much? All the pictures in your wardrobe are like this."
Palmer nodded stiffly.
Vosilin asked again, "Is it interesting?"
"Not bad... Do you want to know more about it?" When talking about his hobbies, Palmer couldn't control his missionary behavior.
"Of course, aren't I already understanding?"
Vosilin said as she picked up a bag of potato chips, tore open the package and ate it.
Palmer stared blankly at Vosilin, thinking that others would not believe that Vosilin had that sick side, nor would they believe that Vosilin, who always demanded perfection from herself, would have such a casual side.
No one will believe it, because this is a side that only Palmer can understand.