"Can only the secret magic crystal do it? What about other things?"
Adolf was in a good mood now and did not continue to ponder the rationality of Victor's question. He installed the spirit essence, corked the bottle and replied: "Unless special props, ordinary things cannot enter and leave the secret hotel at will."
Victor glanced at Adolf's dress: "The clothes are also special?"
Adolf was stunned. He looked up at Victor, unable to see through the yellow shadow, wondering whether the Knower hidden in the shadow was naked.
In fact, Victor entered the dream naked, but in the secret residence, he was completely dressed in a suit.
"Judging from the information recorded in the secret history, the image of the seer who enters the secret place exists in their self-recognition before falling asleep. This has to do with the theory of 'world creation' in the four worlds. Sorry, I am neither
I understand such profound knowledge."
Of course Victor didn't understand this kind of conceptual thing, but Adolf then made a move that deepened his understanding of "self-perception image".
Adolf took off his hat and threw it to the ground. The cowboy hat fell on the lawn and gradually disappeared, but Adolf had an identical hat put on his head out of thin air.
He then explained: "This is my understanding, but special props, such as this bottle made of secret magic crystal, can be taken in and out of the secret residence at will after you fall into the dream, and can also bring the secret residence or the secret residence into the secret place.
The items in the forest are packed inside and taken out."
I see, no wonder Victor is wearing clothes here.
What can be brought into the secret residence at will, in addition to the secret magic crystal, is of course the bronze key in Victor's hand, but this is a secret and he will not tell it.
It's a pity that Huang Yi can't be taken out, otherwise Victor will be able to suppress the monster inside him in this world.
"Maybe we can accomplish this kind of thing by using secret magic crystal?" Victor thought in his mind.
Don't ask too many questions, otherwise it will arouse Adolf's suspicion. Victor stopped his curiosity just right, and Adolf next to him continued: "However, the material of secret magic crystal is also very rare. I even suspect that it was produced in
In the secret place, maybe... in that terrible thick fog or even in the Kingdom of God..."
Could this kind of material be hidden in the fog?
The surprise flashed across Victor's eyes.
Adolf put the white crystal bottle back into his pocket and asked with satisfaction: "So Mr. Yi, what are you telling me?"
After hearing this, Victor wiped away other thoughts from his mind, coughed and said, "Do you know Augusta from the Conor Gang?"
Hearing the name, Adolf frowned: "I've heard of it, but he's just a desperado. Mr. Know-It-All wants to kill him?"
Looking at Adolf who was about to make a move, Victor had a feeling that as long as he ordered him, the other party would definitely look for Augusta and kill him.
"No... you just need to provide me with clues about him, such as where he is, what he is doing, or his plans..."
Victor needs to catch Augusta and force him to deal with the parasite in his body, and he will not let others kill him easily.
He didn't dare to tell the truth to Adolf, so he would lose his B slot. What should he do if there is still cooperation next time?
You must grasp the advantages in interpersonal communication!
"I see... No problem, I will try my best to find that person in return for helping me collect spiritual elements..."
Adolf readily agreed to this cooperation, but as soon as he finished speaking, his body gradually became transparent, which was a sign that the effect of the medicine was about to wear off.
He stared at his spurred boots and began to estimate the dosage of the medicine and the time it would take to take effect, wondering whether he should increase the amount next time.
"It seems you are leaving." Victor reminded the other party.
Adolf suddenly raised his head and nodded slightly to Victor: "Thank you for your favor. If there is any news, I will try to enter Misu to contact you as soon as possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, Adolf disappeared, leaving Victor alone, looking at the empty woodland.
Then, he turned back to the Taoist temple and stared at the spiritual tablet in front of him. The half-burned incense was still inserted in front of Adolf's tablet.
"Interesting... By burning incense, you can communicate with the person recorded on the tablet across the secret place..."
"Now, Mr. Gold Digger has no doubts about my identity. If I can fool more seers into entering the Taoist temple, let them be recorded by the spiritual tablets, and then use the ability of the yellow clothes and the spiritual tablets to disguise themselves as 'Great Immortals',
Can I instruct these people to cause trouble behind my back..."
There are certain risks in doing this, but the rewards are not low. Victor took out the half of the incense stick, walked outside the entrance, found a place and threw it away.
Anyway, the incense in the box will be replenished automatically, so I will use new ones next time. Victor is still a little bit obsessed with the bad environment of the house.
"It's a pity that the writer lady didn't come into the Taoist temple last time, otherwise I would have one more person to use..."
Victor shook his head and sighed.
……
At this moment, the Greybean Empire is far away on the other side of the ocean. Due to the time difference, the time is exactly noon.
After coming out of the woodland and going about her daily life for a few days, Abigail noticed some strange changes in her body. This abnormal feeling was mainly manifested in her eyes - she could see everyone's heads.
There are colored apertures, just like those seen on gold diggers.
After two days of observation, she discovered that the color of these apertures seemed to change according to the owner's inner emotions or level of rationality.
For example, it is green under normal circumstances, but it will turn blue when you are troubled, and it will turn purple when you are angry...
This is so interesting that when she meets others, she can't help but focus on the other person's aperture.
For example, right now, Aunt Rachel is sitting on a cushioned chair with reflective armrests, dipping cookies in milk while telling Abigail endlessly about what a gentleman a certain successful man is and how promising he is.
Infinite.
But Abigail didn't listen to a word.
"Mr. Gregg has recently become the private secretary to the Minister of Finance. His father is also an excellent banker and holds a noble title. I have met him in person and he is very gentlemanly, and you should have seen him too."
"He was so handsome at yesterday's banquet. The Florac dress suited him very well. When he appeared in the living room, he immediately became the focus of the audience. Mrs. Marilyn and many unmarried ladies were secretly sizing him up...
But our Mr. Gregg has no interest in these noble ladies."
Aunt Rachel continued to flatter her, and the color halo on her head was always green, which proved that the other party was in a good mood.
"I feel at first sight that you are the perfect match, my dear!"