Chapter 2651: Scorching Sun

The story told by Ingres was completely a re-creation after the known result was reversed and a relatively reasonable logical chain was found. If you really want to pick out flaws, there must be some, because human thinking is multi-linear, and it is relatively difficult to find order in chaos in time.

However, if you don't consider these deep-seated problems, Ingres's inference is valid simply from the surface and inside.

Moreover, the final effect is better than Ingres imagined.

Not only did Cecia believe Ingres, she also made up some of her own imagination and told the secrets of Margaret and the wise master... and Cecia's imagination is very likely to be true.

This actually confirms Ingres's guess that the wise master must know about Margaret and Augustine, and even it is behind the scenes to help them meet in secret.

Even Dodolo's inspiration-"the wise are not stupid", also points to this wise man.

Therefore, it is basically certain that the wise man must know the existence of the wall and that it is the secret place left by Augustine. However, it is a bit difficult to say whether the wise man has entered it.

Angell tends to believe that the wise man has not entered it either, because the refining of the key may not be difficult for the wise man, but the alchemical anomaly is not easy.

However, even if the wise man has really entered it, Angell does not care. He seems to be exploring the wall in the present world, but in fact his real goal is the wall in the nightmare world.

But now the problem has returned to the starting point. Even if it is understood that the wise man is the key and it knows a lot of secrets, how to make him speak is still an unsolved problem.

After pondering for a while without any results, Angell looked at Xixia again.

Although Xixia always said not to use her name to show off, Xixia also made it clear just now that the identity of the wise man is comparable to her identity at that time. That is to say, Xixia was definitely not a nobody at that time. Her status was so special that even the master level had to be treated with caution, otherwise Xixia would not have been able to contact Margaret so easily.

The wise man has been helping Xixia to pay attention to the movements of the outsiders for so many years, which shows that he has never been slow to treat Xixia.

Therefore, if you really want the wise man to speak, you need not only to find the wood spirit, but also Xixia as a helper.

Thinking of this, Angel said: "Miss Xixia, do you want to know the final outcome of your two best friends?"

Xixia replied subconsciously: "Of course I want to know."

Her only two human best friends are naturally very concerned.

"Why are you asking me this question? Do you know?"

"Of course I don't know." Angel: "However, since Miss Xixia also wants to know their final outcome, she is actually on the same path as us. Because now the only one who knows all the truth is the wise master."

Xixia frowned: "So? You still want me to help you ask the wise master? Or, use my name to make the wise master speak?"

Xixia shook her head: "Even if I agree, the wise master will never tell you."

"Do you think I haven't asked the wise master about the two of them over the years? Every time the wise master comes, I will ask, but it has never given me any answer. So, it's useless for you to ask me."

Angel: "Logically speaking, although the identities of your two close friends are very special, they are not that special. But the wise master did not answer your questions about the two of them at all. Isn't there more clues here?"

After Angel finished speaking, the air suddenly fell into a sullen state.

After a long while, Xixia spoke softly.

"How can I not understand what you said?" Xixia sat on the throne, her eyes hidden in the shadow of her hair, and the emotions revealed between the light and shadow were full of helplessness.

"But, what can I do? My consciousness can't even leave this platform. I can only rely on the wise master to convey all the news from the outside world... Ten thousand years, long and lonely days, the only thing I can do is to think about things in a good direction."

Xixia curled up her feet and buried her head in her knees. Her voice was low and her mood was lost.

Angel could probably guess the unspeakable words hidden in Xixia's words.

Xixia and the wise master may have been on an equal footing in the past, but after the transformation of the box, Xixia's status not only plummeted, but she could not do anything and knew nothing about the outside world.

Only the wise master could help her get information from the outside world.

So, even if Xixia knew that the wise master must know the whereabouts of Margaret and Augustine, she couldn't force the wise master to answer. The result of a falling out is that even this last channel of communication with the outside world may disappear.

Therefore, there is only one thing that Xixia can do: pray silently in the darkness, hoping that things will develop in a good direction.

Feeling the gloomy mood from Xixia, Angel suddenly understood Xixia a little bit at this time. Ten thousand years is just a number for Angel, but for Xixia, it is a real experience.

She once said that Margaret was a bird in a cage, but now she is also a bird in a cage? Moreover, she may have encountered a worse situation than Margaret. This box is both her body and a cage, which has trapped her for ten thousand years.

Angel used to complain about Xixia's falling IQ. In fact, now that I think about it, it is quite difficult for Xixia to maintain a normal mind for thousands of years.

Thinking of this, Angel's voice unconsciously became softer: "You can't do it just because you are limited by the range of movement. There is no way to solve this for the time being. But now that we are here, we can do it for you. "

Sisia raised her head and looked at Angel and chuckled: "What can you do? You might not even be able to find the wood spirit. How can you make the wise master speak?"

Angel said solemnly: "I can't guarantee others, but I can definitely do it."

"Just you? Why?"

Angel replied seriously: "Of course because I am a genius."

Xisiya rolled her eyes, too lazy to accept such useless nonsense.

Angel continued: "Do you think it's a coincidence that I was able to obtain the Source Fire and find the Source Worshiper? I can let you meet Popota, and it's in your box. Aren't you surprised? ? Not many people can understand the alchemy blueprint of the secret key, but I understand it and refine it. Is this a coincidence? "

"I said I can do it, I can do it."

What Angel said was not very sonorous, nor was it very convincing, he just said it in a straightforward manner. But Sicia inexplicably sensed Angel's confidence deep in her heart.

This kind of confidence is not absurd, nor is it groundless without reason. It is more like an alternative power, originating from the power in Angel's heart.

This is a feeling that is difficult to describe, but it touches Xixia in a strange way.

A young man less than twenty years old, burning with confidence as bright as the blazing sun.

The long-lost "young spirit" was like a burning wind of fire, sweeping into Xixia's lonely heart.

She was silent for a moment, turned her head and said, "Who do you think you are?"

"I don't think who I am, but why can't I do it?" Angel asked, his eyes still as bright as before.

Xicia was silent for a longer time this time. After a while, she said, "What are you going to do?"

Although Sicia said nothing, Angel understood that she could barely be regarded as "complicit".

"I hope Miss Sisia can tell me everything about the wise master in detail."

Sisia: "Yes, but what I say can only be based on the unrestricted content of the oath."

Angel: "I understand this."

Sisia: "And what? After telling you about it, what are you going to do?"

Angel touched his chin and said in an innocent tone: "Well... I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it when the time comes."

Xicia was speechless for a while: "..." She really met a ghost, and then she ignited with the so-called scorching sun. Look, cold water is poured directly on it, and it's bitingly cold.

Angel: "Don't look at me with such a mournful expression. I really haven't thought about it well. At least, I have to catch the wood spirit first, and then slowly think about what happens next."

Sisia snorted coldly: "Then I want to see how long it takes for you to find the wood spirit."

Angel was quite confident: "It will be quick."

Sisia did not answer and continued: "Are you planning to listen to the wise master now?"

Angel: "This can wait until you meet Popota. However, before meeting Popota, I have a question to ask you."

Sisia didn't care anymore at this time and waved her hand: "Ask."

"If I asked you to meet the wise master, would you be able to get the answer from him?"

Sisia asked in confusion: "What do you mean? Are you still planning to let the wise master come to me?"

Angel smiled meaningfully: "You will understand this question after you go to see Bobota."

"Now, Miss Sisia, are you still hungry? If not, it's time to see Bobota. He has probably been waiting for a long time. Although as a descendant, it is normal to wait for your ancestor, but this is the first meeting after ten thousand years. , do you want to leave a bad impression on Popota?"

Xicia was still a little timid and hesitant at first, but after hearing Angel's words, she couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at him: "My ancestor is a witch-eyed ghost! According to my age before the transformation, I'm not much older than you! "

"When I was an ordinary person, I wasn't much smaller than I am now after becoming an official wizard. Let me think about it, I'm just smaller..."

"Shut up!"

Angel: "According to your logic, you still ask me to shut up. It's really hard to understand."

Sisia gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and a distorted voice floated out from between her teeth: "I don't want to argue with you now, tell me, how should I see Bobota, where is he now?"

Angel’s smile was bright and sunny:

"In a dream."

…

When Sisia stepped onto the Dream Bridge, her ears seemed to still be echoing Angel's extremely shameful words: Popota, he is in a dream~

Sisia suppressed the emotions that were about to explode, and looked at this long-lost dream bridge, frowning: "This is indeed a dream bridge, but it seems different from the past. Could it be that we really met in a dream? An Geer or the wizard of dreams?”

If this is really a dream, this is not a good thing.

Although dream wizards were not famous thousands of years ago, they were very famous for their methods of creating various traps to trap other people in dreams.

There are many stories about dream wizards who lure their enemies into the trap by creating their close lovers in dreams.

Xixia didn't want to see the so-called "Popota", which was a fake person created by Angel in his dream.

Xixia wanted to quit the Dream Bridge right now, but after thinking it over again and again, she finally held back.

Since the transformation of the box, the soul could no longer be sensed. Since then, Xixia has never dreamed again, and even said that she has never really fallen asleep. The so-called hibernation in her mouth is just to close her eyes and empty her mind, imagining herself in a world of nothingness to kill time... Although she opened her eyes, it was actually nothingness.

So, when she fell asleep again and saw the Dream Bridge that she had not seen for a long time, Xixia still hesitated.

"Even if it is a dream, let me see how far you can go..."

Thinking of this, Xixia no longer hesitated, and walked forward step by step until her figure sank into the dream gate with a faint light...

...

Xixia had been in the dream wilderness for ten minutes at this time.

In other words, she stayed in a very simple and cramped room in the wilderness of dreams for ten minutes.

During these ten minutes, she just repeatedly touched her body, as well as the touch of various materials on the walls, tables, and floors.

This kind of real touch, Xixia has never felt it since the box was transformed.

"Am I dreaming?" Xixia put her palms together and rubbed them against each other. The tender touch was like returning to ten thousand years ago.

"Yes, I am dreaming! This is the dream created by Angel!" Xixia reacted suddenly.

But then, Xixia's doubts became even worse: Can the dream wizard ten thousand years later create dreams to such an extent? This degree can no longer be described as "realistic", but it seems that it is real.

What happened?

After ten minutes, Xixia finally moved. She wanted to go to Angel to ask.

Since Angel is a dream wizard, he must be here too. Maybe he is still watching her in the dark.

Thinking of this, Xixia pushed open the door of this narrow room.

Outside the room, there is a corridor.

The corridor is very bright, not lit by candlelight, but by the sunlight outside the window, bringing natural and comfortable brightness.

Xixia walked to the window step by step. When the sunlight shone on her body, the warmth that had not been seen for many years suddenly came unexpectedly.

Looking at the garden outside the window, and the shadows of the buildings bathed in the sun in the distance... Even though Xixia knew that these were all "fake", she just felt like crying inexplicably.

Crying is also a long-lost feeling. The nose is sour and the eyes are wet... It turns out that the feeling of crying is so obvious. When she was alive, she had never experienced this emotion carefully.

Xixia stood in front of the window for a long time. She wanted to jump out of the window and embrace the long-lost blue sky outside.

But, she held back.

"Angel must be watching me. I can't do this. I can't do this. I will be laughed at. I will be laughed at. I must be calm, calm." Xixia kept repeating this sentence in her heart.

Finally, under the influence of her pride, Xixia suppressed her urge to jump out of the window, and instead walked away from the window and walked deeper into the corridor.

This corridor was a single path, and she could even see the open brown wooden door at the end of the path, and the red curtains hanging down at the edge of the door frame.

There are curtains? It should be the hall, right?

Then, Angel should be there?

With these doubts, Xixia continued to walk forward. Soon, she came to the door at the end of the corridor.

However, when Xixia passed through the door, she did not see Angel, but a... familiar figure.