Chapter 409 The Yin-Yang Master with Contradictory Spiral Yin-Yang Strange Qi
"Then, I'll wait for you."
After a short silence, Caster said calmly.
"No, please don't do this, caster."
"Please allow me to refuse."
"caster..."
"I'll wait for you here, Misaya."
The soft words carried an unchangeable meaning, and Misaya's face was burning, with an unspeakable sense of shame, like being called by the teacher's name for deserting in class.
So she could only accept it willingly, endured the shame, left the toilet, and followed Caster back to the room.
"Come on, come back to bed. Do you want me to help you take off those cute slippers?"
"No need, I can do this little thing myself."
Suppressing the unhappiness in her heart, Misaya lowered her head, silently took off her slippers and returned to bed.
For a lady, it would be false to let someone into the bedroom without feeling any resistance, even if that person is Caster, a famous magician in history.
But Caster didn't mind at all. Instead, he was as patient as he was with his young son, waiting for the naughty son to fall asleep.
Misaya pulled up the quilt and covered half of her face to cover up the dissatisfaction and unhappiness on her face. For some reason, Caster gave her a different feeling today, which made Misaya eager to stay away from him.
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"Is this a modern machine?"
Suddenly, Caster became interested in the radio on Misa's night table.
"Well, this is the radio. Are you interested?"
While Caster turned his attention to the table, Misaya pulled down the quilt and took a deep breath.
"Of course I am interested. To be precise, anything made with excellent technology is worthy of reference. All kinds of ideas and flashes of inspiration are things that can shine through the continuous accumulation of knowledge."
Caster looked at the radio with interest, like a child picking up beautiful shells on the beach.
[What is the reason why a heroic spirit with modern knowledge is so interested in radios? Because I have no knowledge about radios, or the radio my mother gave me, which was originally my grandmother’s thing, is not within the scope of modern times, so I don’t know
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Misaya thought silently in her heart, watching Caster pick up the radio and fiddle with it.
"Radio, a sound transceiver system and receiving and regenerating device that uses electrical signals. Its specific function is..."
"Entertainment, promotion and receiving information."
"Well, it is used for entertainment programs and news to convey information, as well as for product advertising and promotion."
"It sounds very similar to the function of a television."
"Television emerged after the radio. Except that there were no images, the radio was the TV before it."
"I see, it's really interesting."
Caster nodded thoughtfully. Looking at Caster's interested look, Misaya couldn't help laughing in her heart. She didn't expect that as an alchemist, he would be interested in modern machinery, and it was just
If something as ordinary as a radio were replaced with a telephone, would he be so excited that he couldn't sleep all night?
Oh, by the way. Caster is a heroic spirit and does not need sleep.
Caster's questions were very professional, asking everything from the purpose of use, principles, popularity, trends of different generations, etc.
Misaya didn't know much about the specifics, but she still told Caster as much as she could. Watching him carefully consider and chew on things she didn't understand, and finally turn them into his own knowledge, the questions became more and more concise, obviously.
Constantly learning new knowledge.
If possible, Misaya wanted to continue talking, but sleepiness came to her door at this moment.
Suddenly I felt very tired, my eyelids became heavy, and even my consciousness became light, and I dozed off without knowing when.
"Misaye."
"Yes……"
Faintly hearing Caster calling her, Misaya reluctantly opened her eyes and yawned.
"Thank you for tonight. Go to sleep."
"Um……"
He closed his eyes again, his consciousness was wrapped in his soft voice, and he also felt a warmth.
"sweet Dreams."
The temperature on Caster's fingertips was so warm, and his body was obviously as cold as the cold winter that had just passed.
Misaya thought vaguely, relaxed her whole body, and slowly fell into sleep.
"Good night."
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I think I must be dreaming, yes, I must be dreaming.
Although he is not a magician who is proficient in mental manipulation, he can still distinguish between dreams and reality to a certain extent.
Looking at the things around me, those shiny things are everywhere. They emit light and create ethereal bands of light in this space.
Those shining things should be stars. Looking at the abstract existence, it seems like I am naive. After all, it is all in my dream.
The field of dreams is very mysterious. Starting from Mesmer, modern psychology has developed over the years. Although a small part overlaps with the field of magic, in modern times, if you want to analyze the magic of the Gods that has long passed away,
We can only trace back to the distant past through dreams.
I heard from my father that during the Holy Grail War, because the Servant and the Magician were connected by a magic circuit, they would see each other's memories in their dreams. Unfortunately, he was not the Master.
But if you imagine yourself as the master of the Holy Grail War...
I quietly felt my situation. I couldn't recall many memories in my dream. I only vaguely remembered what happened before going to bed. I couldn't help it, after all, this was a dream.
But am I in the air now? Suspended in mid-air, I can fly.
But rather than flying, it is better to say that it is swimming in the air, but the resistance is not as great as water.
Free and carefree, like swimming in the wind and flying in the air, a light and shining place.
This kind of flight is indeed wonderful, but it is still a bit uncomfortable.
Is it because everything around me is so light and fluffy? There is no place to stay and no sense of reality, which makes me feel unsteady in my heart.
This feeling of being unsteady became more and more intense, and I seemed to hear voices vaguely.
"Misaye..."
Who is calling his name?
"Misaye..."
That voice sounds very familiar, who is it?
"Misaye..."
His voice sounded painful. Hearing his painful voice made me feel very sad, but who is this person?
I was thinking hazily, flying around in the dream space, and couldn't help but speed up, feeling a little anxious in my heart.
When can I wake up?
The space of dreams seems to be endless. I think I should fly a long distance away, but there are still those strange and bizarre scenery around me.
"Mishaye, Mishaye, Mishaye, Mishaye..."
The sound got louder and faster, and became more high-pitched, and finally stopped suddenly, just like the piano being played was violently destroyed.
For some reason, my heart felt an inexplicable tearing pain, and tears flowed down my cheeks.