Chapter 2162 Swallowing

Chuxin City, second floor of the library.

Angel sat by the window, letting the sunshine shine on him. He held a thick book titled "Architecture and Art" in his hand, slowly flipping through the pages.

When he had read about one-third of the book, the gray-haired old man sitting opposite Angel said "Oops" with regret.

Angel looked up and saw a wisp of slowly floating dust, followed by Nice's helpless expression.

"At the 48th node of the third wandering, I chose the wrong activation path." Nice sighed and swept the gravel and dust on the table into the trash basket under the table.

These gravel and dust came from the stone tablet engraved with a symbol representing the Quest world. Because the cracking failed, the stone tablet would be broken.

At this time, the trash basket was already full of sand and gravel.

Nice took a notebook with data information from the side, which recorded the way to crack each time to avoid the next time. Ten pages have been used in the notebook, and each page is full of records, which shows how many times he has failed in the past few days.

After recording the failure experience again, Nice looked up at the opposite side, rubbed his hands, and said with a shameless face: "Angel, look... Look, it failed again."

Nice did not mention any request in his words, but his eyes and expression were full of strong expectations.

Angel was silent for a moment, put down the thick shell book compiled by Jon in his hand, and said slowly: "This is your fourth failure today. If you add the failures in the previous few days, it has exceeded 20 times at least. Do you plan to fail once at every node?"

Nice denied with a bitter face: "No, I have carefully calculated the correct nodes. For those node paths that are difficult to determine, I will only start to activate them when the tolerance is compressed to the lowest two-choice. If every node fails, I have failed almost 400 times."

Nice has only failed about 20 times in the past five days. He personally thinks that the number is very good.

But he is not good at bragging, especially in front of Angel. In the past few days, Angell has almost lived in the underground altar, going in and out of the Dream Wilderness from time to time, and sending him a complete stone slab every once in a while. If this job was done by Nice, he would probably find it annoying, so he didn't dare to lose his temper at all, for fear that Angell would get angry and quit.

Angell looked at Nice's miserable expression, was silent for a moment, and resigned himself to returning to reality, using the Dream Conch to pull another stone slab with symbols into the Dream Wilderness. After all, he had promised Nice before, and he also hoped that Nice could find the coordinates of the Quest world through the constant power in the symbols.

When Angell returned to the Dream Wilderness, Nice had already begun to study the new stone slab.

Angell tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and Nice raised his head in confusion.

"Don't study it now, I have something to say." Angell said.

Although Nice was thinking about the solution, he didn't dare to ignore Angell's initiative. He quickly put down the stone slab and signaled Angel to speak directly.

"I'm going to leave the Revelation Continent."

Nice said, "Are you going back to the Savage Cave?"

Angel shook his head, "No, I'm going to the Old Earth Continent to deal with some...things that I couldn't do before."

What I couldn't do before, but can do now? Nice muttered to himself, and didn't ask what it was specifically, but asked, "Then what?"

"So I can't stay in the underground altar anymore. If I want to continue to help you pull the slab, I have to pry the slab floor off the altar and take it away." Angel: "I want to know if this will have any impact?"

Nice pondered, "You've only brought in slabs these days, and the symbols haven't been damaged. It can be seen that there shouldn't be any impact if you pry off the symbols on the slab."

After getting the answer, Angel nodded, motioning Nice to continue researching, and he returned to reality.

After Angel left, Nice was about to pick up the slab to continue researching, but heard footsteps outside the usually deserted Construction Hall.

A newcomer walked in.

When Nice saw the newcomer, his eyes lit up. The newcomer was a beautiful lady.

According to Nice's previous nature, he must have walked up to chat with her, but now he paid more attention to the study of the stone tablet, so he just glanced at it and lowered his head to continue his study.

But at this moment, the lady walked towards him.

"Old sir, I just saw a young man sitting opposite you through the open window under the library." The lady asked politely: "Where is he now?"

On the other side, after Angel returned to reality, he was still near the altar underground.

But he was not the only one here, there were also Frode and... Turas.

Turas sat in the center of the altar, swallowing the thick deathly aura around him, while Frode stared at Turas with his eyes wide open outside the altar, looking at him blankly, with an unbelievable look.

"How is it?" Angel landed next to Frode.

Frode had not yet recovered, but subconsciously said: "Sir, what did you say?"

"I mean, how is the progress of Ada, Shanni and Turas?" Angel asked.

Frode woke up after a long while, and replied a little embarrassedly: "Yada and Shanni have begun to understand the soul tricks, but this is the first time they have come into contact with this specific ability practice. It will probably take some time before they can start formal practice. As for Tulas..."

Frode glanced at Tulas on the altar: "His situation, the adults have also seen it. He has absorbed death energy here for three days, but he has not reached his upper limit. This is beyond the scope of ordinary undead!"

Angel was very calm: "After all, Tulas was an undead that existed for thousands of years, and it is also an extremely special undead. It is normal that its death energy capacity limit is high."

Frode also knew some of Tulas's situation, but as a undead, he knew the upper limit of soul capacity too well. Tulas simply didn't seem to be an undead of the same level as them. It was precisely because of the comparison that Frode was so surprised.

Frode: "Half a day ago, Tulas woke up once. According to what he said, he should be able to reach the peak of death energy today. However, perhaps because of his optimistic personality, he, like Ada, has a very high tolerance for death energy and has not shown any emotional changes. Even if he really reaches the peak of death energy, I don't think he will show any signs of degeneration."

"However, if you want him to practice soul tricks, even if his death energy tolerance reaches the peak, it is better to wait for him to get familiar with it for another month or two before starting..."

Angel brought Tulas to reality, and naturally prepared to let Tulas practice soul tricks.

However, since Frode gave such a suggestion, Angel would listen to it. Practicing early or late actually has no effect on Tulas.

"That's perfect. Tulas will follow me during this period, and he can also be the messenger between me and Nice, so that I don't have to go in and out all the time to pull a slab."

After making a decision, Angel waited for Tulas to wake up.

Frode watched the rolling death energy being swallowed by Tulas. After a moment of silence, he said, "I think it's a waste of talent to let Tulas practice ordinary soul skills. My lord, you might as well consider it. If there are special undead for him to absorb, maybe he can further improve his ability... Tulas is more suitable for absorbing special undead than me."

If it were Ada and Shanni, Frode would never suggest this, because he didn't think the two little guys had the ability to absorb special undead. But Tulas is different. He was once a special undead himself and had experience in using special abilities. Moreover, with his optimistic personality, even in the closed space of Silver Palm Island, it took a long time for him to fall. Now, even if he absorbs special undead, he may not even fall and can digest it.

Tulas is definitely suitable for better soul skills.

Faced with Frode's suggestion, Angel pondered for a moment: "Special undead are not easy to find... But I will consider it."

As time passed, Tulas's swallowing began to gradually weaken and slowly reached the upper limit of capacity.

Previously, Frode thought that the dead air in the cave could not be digested for decades, but now it is obviously much weaker. It can be seen how crazy Tulas was in absorbing the dead air this time.

After Tulas stopped absorbing the dead air, he opened his eyes.

Just as Frode guessed, even if Tulas let the dead air in his body reach its peak, he did not show any negative emotions, and he still looked innocent. He even looked at his body to see if there was any change, and asked Frode with a puzzled expression: "Why do you look like that? Is there anything wrong with me?"

Frode shook his head: "No problem, I just didn't expect you to be so good at absorbing death energy."

Turas raised his head, and under the horn helmet, his handsome face that was completely out of tune with his muscles showed a smug expression: "Of course, I am the man who killed the legendary pirate Red Beard!"

Angel said silently: "When you dominated the Far East Sea, Red Beard was actually only five or six years old, and you couldn't have fought."

Turas didn't believe it at all, and still said proudly: "Don't lie to me, "The Sound of the Magic Night" clearly records it..."

Angel sighed for a long time. He didn't want to say "It was a brain-opening novel written by a later author". He had said it many times, and Turas wouldn't believe it even if he said it.

Turas just felt that the legendary pirate Red Beard was so powerful, and he killed him in the novel, so he was even more powerful.

Frode also knew Tulas's character, so he rubbed his temple helplessly and didn't argue with Tulas. He really couldn't imagine that the famous "King of Violence" in history would be Tulas, and "King of Stupid White" was more like that.

Angel and Frode didn't argue with Tulas, so Tulas was naturally more proud. When he walked down from the altar, he walked out of the steps of not recognizing his relatives.

"My lord, I can no longer absorb the dead air. Can I practice the soul tricks you mentioned now?" Tulas blinked and looked at Angel.

Angel: "Get familiar with it for another month or two."

"It will take another month or two?" Tulas didn't care about the time, and nodded: "Then I'll go back to Chuxin City first. I'm the sheriff. I don't know how chaotic the city is during my absence these few days?"

Frode said silently: "It's actually more stable when you're not here."

Tulas snorted, totally unconvinced.

Angel took out the Church of the Dead and gave Tulas shelter. However, before Tulas entered the Church of the Dead, he also assigned the task to him.

"Let me stay in the library all the time?" Tulas said with a sad face: "Can I not?"

"No." Angel: "Remember, once the stone slab of Nice is broken, you will return to reality and tell me."

Although Tulas didn't want to stay in the library all the time, this was a rare task given by Angel after all, so he could only accept it with his head down.

After Tulas returned to the Church of the Dead, Angel told Frode that he was going to the Old Earth Continent.

Frode nodded. He knew that Angel was going to the Old Earth Continent before, but he didn't know what to do. He thought it was to deal with family affairs, so Frode didn't ask too much.

After Angel put the Church of the Dead into the bracelet, he took out a revolver from the bracelet and handed it to Frode.

"Take this first. There is a complete white light bullet in it. If one white light bullet is not enough, I will find a way to go to the Sea of ​​Ghosts to replenish ammunition later."

Frode did not refuse. Ada and Shanni will practice soul tricks later. Ada may not be able to use it, but Shanni is likely to fall into death. The reincarnation prelude at least gives her a chance to save her.

After doing all this, Angel came to the altar and cut the stone slab with symbols, ready to carry it with him.

Just when Angel picked up the stone slab, a "click" sound suddenly came from his ears.

Looking down, the originally complete altar had several deep cracks.

Frode also saw the crack. He thought for a moment and said, "The altar is made of ordinary stone. It was protected by this symbol before and was not corroded by the dead air. But now that the symbol has been taken away by the adults, it is no longer protected and naturally cracked... But why is it so fast?"

Frode didn't think much about it. He thought it might be because Lady Xila stayed here all year round and her power also corroded the altar, so the cracks appeared so early.

Angel checked the cracked altar and made sure there was nothing missing or dangerous. He didn't care and left the cave with Frode with the stone slab.

...

The location where Tulas returned to the City of Beginning was the lobby of the library. He had met Angel here before, so he came in here.

"My Lord said that the wizard Nice is in the Architecture Hall on the second floor. Architecture... Tsk, even architecture has a special library." Tulas said so, but he still resigned himself to walking towards the second floor.

When he arrived at the Novel Hall, he paused and took a few novels from it. In the future, he will follow the wizard Nice and find some novels to relieve boredom.

Holding a stack of novels, Tulas came to the Architecture Museum.

As soon as he stepped into the Architecture Museum, he saw the wizard Nice sitting by the windowsill and a lady with her back to him.

Why does she look familiar? Tulas muttered to himself and walked forward.

As soon as Tulas approached, the lady turned around. When she saw Tulas, her expression was stunned for a moment, and some inexplicable emotions surged in her eyes, but they were quickly suppressed.

Tulas waved happily: "It's Xiao Haila~ Why are you here~"

"My name is Mandhaila, I don't have a surname. Don't change my name at will." Mandhaila said in a deep voice.

"Okay, Xiao Haila."

Mandhaila rolled her eyes and didn't say anything, which was considered as tacitly accepting Tulas's name.

"You haven't answered me yet. What are you doing here?"

"Her name is Mandhela?" Nice said, "She came here to look for Angel. She won't tell me what she wants."

"Are you looking for Lord Pat? The Lord is not here. How about I go back and ask him for you?" Tulas asked kindly.

Mandhela was silent for a moment and shook his head: "No, I have nothing to do with him."

After that, Mandhela walked out.

Tulas muttered: "Why is there something going on one moment and nothing going on the next? Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

Tulas sat opposite the wizard Nice, holding the novel in his hand.

Halfway through, Mandhela turned his head and looked at Tulas in confusion. Didn't he usually follow him? Why didn't he move today?

"Why don't you leave?" Mandhela asked casually.

Tulas: "I have accepted the mission from the adults and I have to stay here."

Mandheila's lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end she said nothing, exhaled, turned around and quickly left the architecture hall.

Tulas was confused, while Nice picked up the cold tea on the table and took a sip with a smile.