Chapter 2770 Poet

Since the other party is still being hunted, it's easy. As long as the hunting range is continuously reduced, it is equivalent to suppressing the opponent's activity space. In the end, it will inevitably be forced to appear because the activity range is too narrow.

In order to make the hidden creature relax its vigilance, Angel asked Speedling to stay still while they continued to move forward at the same pace.

At first, the opponent didn't realize that Angel had deployed a defensive net behind him, so he still only moved slowly.

But as Angel and others moved faster and faster, the other party also noticed something was wrong and began to move quickly.

At the same time, the wood spirit also wrote a row of words on Angel's palm with tiny vines: It is running.

While Mu Ling was writing this line of words slowly, Angel vaguely felt that the defense net behind him seemed to have been touched by something. He looked back, but saw nothing.

At this time, after writing the previous row of words, the wood spirit started to write new words: it hit and ran back.

Seeing this layout, Angel was convinced that the previous defensive net had indeed hit the hidden creature. However, the reaction was not timely at all. As for waiting for the judgment of the wood spirit? Even worse. After Mu Ling finished writing the words, several seconds had passed since Angel felt the defensive net being hit.

Therefore, Mu Ling's words can only be used as a reference for the reproduction of old news, and it is basically impossible to serve as an on-site commentator.

Now that the other party had noticed something was wrong, Angel did not let the speed spirit stop in place, but let it move forward wrapped in a defensive network woven by the wind.

In this way, Angel and Su Ling moved towards each other at the same time, compressing the activity range of the hidden creature faster.

More than ten seconds later, Angel and Su Ling were less than twenty meters apart.

And these twenty meters are the "final circle" of the hunting range.

Angel stopped, and at the same time, he signaled Su Ling to stop moving as well.

It's not that Angel is timid, but that a range of twenty meters is a more appropriate distance. If it continues to be restricted, the pressure on the opponent will be even greater.

If the other party is really a "surprise" given to them by the wise master, then leaving a little room for the other party is also a kind of respect.

As for whether the other party wants this leeway, you will know by looking at its subsequent reaction.

After Angel stopped, he was ready to wait for the other party to react. However, before waiting for the other party's reaction, Doakes' countdown came first.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Angel glanced at Doakes, who gave him a look, secretly made a "no problem" gesture, and continued counting down.

Angel also understood what Doakes meant, which was to give the hidden creature a final ultimatum.

Obviously, Doakes knew what Angel meant by stopping, but he probably felt that giving the other party leeway could not be unlimited. So I took the initiative to join these ten countdowns, and continued to exert a sense of psychological urgency through the rhythm of the countdowns.

Angel didn't stop it...he couldn't stop it anyway, so he just let Doakes count down.

When Doakes counted down the first five numbers, his rhythm was slow and regular, but when it came to the last five numbers, he suddenly changed his speed and sped up his telekinetic rhythm.

This method of changing the rhythm is also a commonly used method in psychology... However, the "commonly used" here refers to social interaction.

Angel was quite curious, where did Doakes learn this method?

Was he taught a lesson, and he learned from it after realizing his shame? Or do you want to take the initiative to learn this method and use it in the hands of others?

No matter what the answer is, Angel thinks that if Doakes follows him in the future, it would be better to keep women away from him...

While Angel's Italian horse was galloping wildly, Doakes' countdown entered the final three numbers.

But before Doakes could count these three numbers, everyone heard a strange voice coming from their ears.

"Hunter in pursuit of treasure, your countdown confuses me. Do you want to witness my arrival with your own eyes?"

This voice has an obvious accent, um... very poet's accent, and seems to be intentionally learning the way of speaking in chants. Judging from the voice line, it belongs to a clear and youthful voice.

The other party named "a treasure hunter" and added the key information of "countdown". It was basically certain that he was talking to Doakes.

However, Doakes' expression was one of confusion: "Huh?"

"Hunter looking for treasure, I will grant your wish, but can you pay the price of this wish?"

After the words fell, Doakes was about to say, "My wish is not to witness your arrival," but before he could say it, a shadow appeared in front of everyone.

This is a young man wearing a green robe, holding a harp in his hand, and wearing an elegant flat hat.

At first glance, he looked like a bard.

As for his appearance, it wasn't very clear because he was wearing a mask. The mask was not complete. It only covered his right eye and one-third of his face. The remaining areas that were not covered looked pretty good, and he seemed to be a handsome young man.

After the poet holding the harp appeared, he still stared directly at Doakes: "I have arrived, and now it is me who asks for the price."

Doakes had a look of disdain on his face: "Who ever thought about witnessing your arrival? This is not my wish."

The poet completely ignored Doakes's argument and continued: "The price you need to pay is..."

After a pause, the poet struck the harp at random, and everyone saw a complicated formula derivation appearing in front of Doakes.

This formula has been derived at least sixty times, and it is densely packed all over the light wall.

At the end of this formula, there is an equal sign, and after the equal sign is a big question mark.

"Solve this formula and give an interpretation. This is the price you have to pay." The poet finished speaking, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Only Dox was left looking at the light wall in front of him in a daze.

"What is going on? Is this bard the creature that just hid?" Dox asked in the mind band.

Angel: "Yes, but not entirely."

Angel's answer was full of contradictions. Not only did Dox not understand, but everyone else looked at Angel in confusion.

Angel: "According to the wood spirit, when the bard appeared, the hidden breath disappeared."

Dox: "What does this mean? The poet is the hidden creature?"

Angel shook his head: "I further inquired about the place where the hidden creature disappeared and found an abnormality. There were signs of the magic array being activated where its breath disappeared."

Dox: "Magic array? You mean..."

Angel: "Most likely it was the wise master who took action. Only the wise master can activate the magic array from the core node, and the magic array activated from the core node can limit the transmission of energy fluctuations. This is why we didn't feel the magic array being activated before."

If Angel hadn't checked carefully, it would have been difficult to find this.

"What is the connection between the wise master's action and this poet?" Wai also asked curiously.

Angel: "Although the wise master activated the magic array, the place where the hidden creature disappeared just now cannot be space-traveled, which means that the other party is likely to be nearby."

"However, there is no breath of wood spirit derivatives around, so the other party's location may be in the gap between the magic array and reality."

"As for this poet, because there is no breath of wood spirit derivatives, he is not the hidden creature before, or to be more precise, not entirely." Angel: "But he can't appear out of thin air, so it is likely that this is a method used by the hidden creature."

"This method is to let me solve the problem?!" Dox's astonishment can even be sensed by everyone through the mind band.

Angel was also a little puzzled by this, so he chose to remain silent this time.

It was Wai who spoke at this time: "I just noticed that the poet only talked to Dox from beginning to end, and didn't even look at the others."

Dox: "So?"

Wai: "So I think he came just for you."

Dox still didn't understand, and then the Black Earl said: "If you want to know the truth, you can find out by solving this puzzle. If you are not interested in the truth, then let's move on."

What the Black Earl said was not wrong, they could completely ignore the poet and move on.

However, if this poet is the "surprise" mentioned by the wise master, Dox doesn't want to miss it so unclearly.

For wandering wizards, "missing" is something they can remember for a lifetime.

To put it bluntly, Dox wants to get benefits from the poet. If he misses it, in the future, when he dreams at midnight, he will probably continue to sigh and criticize himself with the headline "If I hadn't missed it at the beginning".

"Then try to solve the problem? But, the question... I don't understand it."

Dox directly avoided the option of "keep going forward", and everyone guessed his thoughts. But no one pointed it out, because they were also curious about what this so-called surprise would be.

"The question is a variation of the Tau Miheba puzzle, not too difficult." The speaker was Kael, who had been silent before.

Dox turned his head and stared at Kael with shining eyes.

Although Dox didn't say anything, his meaning had been conveyed to Kael through his eager eyes.

Kael hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll try?"

Dox: "Okay, you tell me and I'll write it."

The next time, Kael calculated in his mind, and Dox copied it. After copying it, he continued to wait idly for the next derivation.

"This hits Kael's specialty." Angel sighed beside him.

The Tau Miheba puzzle is a number theory problem that appeared a long time ago, and it can actually be classified as mathematics. However, if it is applied to extraordinary structures, then this is a typical spatial puzzle.

The spatial system is not as comfortable as outsiders imagine, because this is a system that values ​​mathematical talent extremely.

When a spatial wizard fights, no matter where he is, he must do a lot of mental calculations according to local conditions, so that he can build a complete and adaptive spatial structure.

Once the spatial structure has problems, the consequences are more frightening than the backlash of other systems, and may even cause local spatial rebound.

This leads to the fact that each spatial wizard is a genius in calculation.

And those who are not geniuses are eliminated...

"But even if Kael is not there, you can help, right?" asked the Black Earl.

The Black Earl is not aimless. Angel has a very strong ability to analyze space. He even stepped into the dangerous void full of cracks with Kael before.

In addition to the instantaneous space transfer technique used by Angel, these details show that Angel must be familiar with spatial science.

Also, the two departments that are proficient in mathematics, besides the space department, are epigraphy and magic pattern learning, and Angell directly occupies the latter two.

Angell did not directly answer the Black Earl, but smiled and said: "The poem is well written, but it is a bit far-fetched."

The Black Earl also smiled: "Is this a poem?"

Angel: "As long as you know how to break sentences, any expression can become a poem."

Wai, who had been listening to the conversation, felt confused at this time. At the beginning, Angell could understand the conversation between the Black Earl, but since Angell started talking about "poetry" without a beginning or an end, he couldn't understand it at all, as if it was a conversation between two completely different worlds.

While Wai was trying to think about the connection, Kael's surprised voice came from the mind band:

"I figured it out, this is the final expression. Now all that's left is analysis!" After a while, Wai suddenly said "Huh": "...Is this a poem?"

"The wind ruffles his soft long hair, blowing, blowing the moving tune."

"Listen, that's the wind singing."

"Cheer, that's the ballad written by the wind."

"For the everlasting Ivy, let's sing together...Luigi's Song in the Wind."

While Wai was analyzing, Dox was copying.

At the same time, Dox was also complaining: This is also called a poem? Moaning without illness, right? What is Luigi's Song in the Wind?

When the last stroke was put down, water ripples appeared on the light wall in front of Dox. After the water ripples, the light wall disappeared, and a aria came to his ears.

The one who sang the tune was the poet who suddenly appeared before, and he sang the poem that Wai analyzed...?

Soon, the poet sang the last sentence with a beautiful voice: "For the everlasting vines, let's sing... Luigi's song in the wind."

The moment the voice fell, the poet plucked the recorder lightly, ending the tune.

Then he held the recorder horizontally, touched his chest with one hand, and bowed to Dox lightly: "I accept your price. You should also feel honored that such a beautiful poem can be born under your pen."

Dox: ... No, not honored at all.

"Finally, I hope you can remember my name, my name is... Luigi."

As the voice fell, the poet named Luigi turned into countless points of light and disappeared.

Only a broken mask was left on the ground.