Chapter 2878 Shedding Scales

After Luigi played his entrance music, he walked out of the prism in the sky and floated down.

Luigi was dressed the same as last time, still wearing a grass green robe, holding a golden harp in his hand, and wearing an elegant flat hat.

The only difference is that last time he was wearing a mask made of old stone and his appearance could not be seen clearly. But this time, without the mask, he could see his true face.

Luigi's appearance is very handsome. If you don't look at his dress and eyes, he has a face full of aggression, somewhat similar to Donsai's disciple Nereus. In Jon's words, he has a face as handsome as the sun god.

However, the aggressive face is paired with a pair of gentle, water-like eyes, which makes people feel slightly inconsistent.

When Angel looked into Luigi's eyes, Luigi had already reached the top of the tree.

"Amazing Riddler, why are you staring at my eyes? Are you planning to make my eyes become a puzzle for you?" Luigi chanted to Angel.

Although I don't know why Luigi calls himself "The Riddler", the meaning of his words is not difficult to understand.

Angel looked back and praised softly: "I just think your eyes are beautiful."

Luigi said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment. Although I also wanted to praise your eyes, unfortunately, all I saw was a fog of hypocrisy."

Angel: "..." He obviously just used illusion to change the color of his eyes. Illusion is just illusion, what about the fog of hypocrisy?

At this time, Laplace on the side said: "Luigi, stop talking and take out the things."

Luigi held up the harp and fiddled with it gently, and beautiful notes poured out.

Just when Angel thought Luigi was going to use the sound of the piano to transform living creatures, Luigi stopped playing the piano and said, "Okay."

Angel: "..." It turns out that plucking the strings is just background music. Isn't this a bit exaggerated?

Just when Angel looked suspicious, Luigi's high and low voice appeared again:

"Let us sing and praise the arrival of the holy thing!"

"The dearest, most beautiful and elegant other me, and this Riddler from a distant foreign land, follow me and sing my praises!"

"This is the incense that emitted from eons ago."

"This is the garment that emerges after the years have washed away it."

"This is the light brought by the stars and the moon in the night sky."

"This is the glory given by the King of Mountains."

"It is a clear spring that is still fresh after all the calamities, and it is also a spear that countless small boys are afraid of."

"It deserves to be praised as a mirror in the sky and deserves to enjoy supreme glory."

"it……"

Before Luigi finished reciting, Laplace said: "Okay, that's it, it's time to shut up."

Luigi said a little aggrievedly: "But I just read the first paragraph. This is an eight-part epic. You would have asked me to read at least half of it before."

Laplace was not affected by Luigi's tone, and still said calmly: "I will read it again when I have the opportunity. Now, take out what I want."

Although Luigi looked aggrieved, he still stopped singing. However, the singing only stopped. The sound of the piano has not ended yet, and it is still floating in the ears.

At this time, Angel heard Laplace's message: "Wait one more minute, Luigi will finish playing this piece of music as soon as possible. At this time, according to his character, he can stop chanting, but the music must have a beginning and an end. ”

Angel nodded and expressed understanding... The pursuit of perfection is not necessarily a patent for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's like someone telling you a story, and the story is also what interests you, but halfway through the story, you suddenly stop talking without any reason. Having said that, anyone would feel uncomfortable.

However, Angel understands, but what Angel doesn't understand is... why do you feel like Laplace and Luigi are two people now?

Didn't you just say that you are him and he is you? Now your comfort to him is like talking about another person.

Angel really couldn't figure out Laplace's current situation and what style he was following. It is neither like the clone of the Black Earl, who knows its own position very well, and is an extension of its own body; nor is it like the time body of You Nu, which is the epitome of its different age groups.

Laplace gave Angel the feeling that he had turned himself into three people, but she still insisted that the three people were all herself.

Angel was actually quite interested in the "clone", especially since the Black Earl had promised him before that he would share some of his thoughts on the clone with him when things got better.

Before that, Angel felt that the clone of the Black Earl was a bit too weird. Even if he wanted to learn abilities similar to the clone in the future, he would not be able to follow the path of the Black Earl.

But now in comparison... Angel found that the Black Earl's clone looked weird, but at least it was still himself.

If you really want to learn the art of clones, you may still have to learn from the Black Earl.

While Angel's thoughts were all over the place, Luigi's piano music still had no ending.

Along with the sound of the piano, Angel couldn't help but recall the poem Luigi had just read. This poem was actually not very good according to Angel's taste.

Too many made-up words.

Only third-rate bards can create hard words, while first-rate bards can sing the most profound hymns even in the simplest language.

However, because Luigi likes to make up some forced terms, Angel finally figured out why Luigi called himself "The Riddler".

It is estimated that they knew that he had solved the riddle in the mural, so they gave him the title of Riddler.

What can Angel say... At least he didn't hear any derogatory meaning, so he could only accept it.

In the end, even though Luigi made up a lot of words, the poem he sang actually revealed a lot of information.

Putting aside those "imaginary" words, the most practical words are "sleeve" and "spear".

If, as Angel said, he wanted an item with a powerful offensive means, the spear is the most likely one.

However, according to the context, "spear" is likely to be just a pronoun, a synonym for "weapon", not necessarily a real spear.

It is actually OK to replace the spear in the poem with a short cannon, but it just doesn't rhyme.

So, putting aside the spear, Angel personally prefers that what Luigi brought should be "sleeve".

If it is "sleeve"... Angel glanced at Laplace's heavy and gorgeous clothes.

Could it be Laplace's clothes? Luigi was still chanting, and the first sentence mentioned "This is the fragrance that was exuded before eternity", so it was the Phantom of the Clothes? A piece of clothing that has been worn for eternity and has never been changed?

When Angel thought of this, his expression was slightly strange.

While Angel was thinking about it, Luigi's plucking of the strings finally came to the last stroke, and the long tail sound carried an endless aftertaste of regret.

When the sound of the harp ended, Luigi sighed and reached out to touch the prismatic gem under the harp.

Then there was a burst of smoke.

When the smoke dissipated, a transparent bottle appeared in the air.

The bottle was not big, and Laplace waved gently, and the bottle flew over and lay flat in her palm.

"This is what you want." Laplace said to Angel, while releasing a glass cover to cover the bottle again.

Angel originally subconsciously wanted to use his mental power to explore, but the newly appeared glass cover directly blocked his mental power.

Obviously, Laplace did not want Angel to study it in depth.

According to the agreement between Ingres and Laplace, he did not need to study it in depth. He could just use the dream conch to pull it into his dream.

Although Laplace did not want Ingres to study it, he did not stop Ingres from observing it.

Ingres had previously guessed that Luigi might have brought a "sleeve", but now it seems that it is not what he imagined.

In Laplace's palm is a glass bottle, or more precisely, a glass bottle with something in it.

It is a bit like a "ship in a bottle", except that the ship in a bottle is a complete ship in the bottle, but this glass bottle does not contain a ship, but a creature made up of countless silver scales.

This creature is very large and occupies 80% of the space inside the bottle.

At first glance, it looks a bit like a whale with silver scales. And its body is wide in front and long in the back, with a round head and a flat tail, plus a silver streamer. If it is really a whale, it may be a whale of the genus Beluga.

It has to be said that this "whale" in the bottle has a dreamy beauty.

It makes people reluctant to look away.

"This is..." Angel raised his head and looked at the cold Laplace in front of him: "Is this your body?"

Laplace pursed his lips, as if he was reluctant to say it, but after hesitating for a moment, he still said: "It's just the appearance of the body, the inside is empty."

It's really the body? ! Angel was surprised, but he remained calm on the surface.

Angel had imagined the form of Laplace's body, but he didn't expect it to be so... fairy tale and dreamy.

Even though the race is different, this does not hinder Angel's aesthetic ability.

Angel said after a moment of silence: "Is this... shed scales?"

Laplace did not deny it, nodded and said: "It is."

Angel's face showed a look of enlightenment. No wonder Luigi said that this is "the clothes that emerge after years of washing". For some scaled creatures, shedding scales is a common thing, just like shedding skin, changing their protective layer. And comparing shed scales to clothes is also consistent.

Moreover, shed scales also conform to what Angel said "something that has always been with Laplace".

However, generally speaking, the shed scale should have a greater protective effect, right? Does it really have an attack method?

Facing Angel's doubts, Laplace said lightly: "This is the first time my body has shed its scales. It has been blessed by the will of the world, which gives it a good attack power."

Laplace was very restrained and did not specifically say what the attack method was or how strong the attack was, but since it was blessed by the will of the world, Angel believed that the attack power would definitely not be low.

Angel took a deep look at the shed scale in the bottle, then raised his head and said to Laplace: "Since it has come, my research should start. Do you have any questions, Ms. Laplace?"

Laplace: "In addition to using the dream conch to pull my shed scale into the dream world, is there anything else you need my cooperation with?"

Angel: "Maybe, the specific situation, we have to see the effect first."

Laplace actually still didn't understand what Angel's so-called "effect" was, but she didn't ask, just tossed it lightly, throwing the "whale" in the bottle into the air.

Then Laplace turned his head and looked at Luigi who was looking at him curiously: "Go back first and go to my main body."

Luigi’s head, which was originally looking around, stopped immediately, and his beautiful eyes revealed grievance: “The mountain rain collapsed the palace, the storm rolled up the broken tiles, and the lightning ignited the remnants. It seems ruthless, but at least the mountain rain brought warnings, the storm was clearing away the filth, and even the lightning had a moment of brilliance... and all of this is more affectionate than you.”

Laplace: “If you continue to talk, I will ground you for ten years, and you will be grounded here, and you can’t go anywhere.”

Luigi had already thought of the lines, but he swallowed them back in an instant.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go back, I’ll go back.”

As he spoke, Luigi pursed his lips in grievance, played a sad piano piece, and went with the wind.

Looking at Luigi's back as he left, Angel said reluctantly: "Actually, it's okay to leave him here, right?"

Laplace: "Aren't you afraid that he will disturb your research? When the wise man was doing research here, he was also the only one of my time bodies that was forbidden to enter."

Angel thought again and again, but couldn't help but say: "Isn't he you? Can't you just tell him not to talk?"

Laplace looked at Laplace with a strange look: "He is me, but he also has his own personality. Why should I tell him not to talk?"

Angel: "..." He has his own personality, and you still say it's you?

Angel didn't understand.

Angel wanted to continue asking about the time body strategy used by Laplace, but Laplace had turned around and walked aside, leaving the "research site" to Angel.

Angel thought about it and didn't ask any more questions. Now it's better to try it first. It's more important to build a new "Dream Wilderness" here.

Angel closed his eyes and slowly eliminated irrelevant thoughts.

After his mood gradually calmed down, he opened his eyes and took out the dream conch from the bracelet.

Laplace in the distance also saw the dream conch. She seemed to be very interested in this "mysterious object full of legends" and looked at it carefully.

Angel no longer cared about the situation outside at this time. He slowly raised his hand, held his breath, and activated the dream conch.

As the dream conch was activated, a large amount of mysterious aura emerged.

The mysterious aura was like a torrent, controlled by Angel and aimed at the whale in the bottle in the air.

Soon, the mysterious aura enveloped the whale in the bottle.

In less than a second, the mysterious aura disappeared again, and at the same time, the dream conch was re-collected into the bracelet by Angel.

The whole process was smooth.

Laplace was puzzled and wanted to ask Angel what happened, but he saw that Angel in the distance had closed his eyes at some point.