Chapter 259 258. Long-Range Air Suicide Strike

Ubemo didn't take it too seriously. After all, Ilse was too young, so others could only tell her this.

However, this does not mean that what Ilse said was false. If there were any secrets, they would not be left in those abandoned rooms. After all, they were not those ruins.

But even if there were secrets, Ubemo did not intend to explore them. That would be a waste of time. Just visit them quietly.

...

When he came to the ancient and magnificent castle, Ubemo could feel that these buildings had been washed away for a long time. Even if they were constantly repaired, the strong historical atmosphere could not be washed away.

Along with it, Ubemo felt a kind of comfort in his body, just like swimming in the water under the hot sun.

This is probably the way the "recorder" secret medicine is digested.

So what is recording?

- Step into history, intertwine with history, and even dig out the truth of history, so as to create your own recording era.

This is the role of the "recorder" in this way.

From this point of view, the "historian" is echoed again.

After all, even if a path has many branches, it will eventually converge again.

Ubemo has already vaguely known the core essence of this path from the names of various life positions in his path.

…

Standing quietly in the castle, Ubemo felt that the secret medicine was digested much faster than usual, but it was not as fast as drinking water.

If other life positions were not played, they might not be able to digest the secret medicine even at the end of their lives.

Because, without subconscious play, the digestion of the secret medicine is extremely slow, or even stagnant. The digestion speed is almost imperceptible, just like a pool of sewage in the shadow, and it is difficult to detect the disappearance speed of sewage in a short time.

This is why sometimes a specific play can make people feel obvious changes, because compared with usual, it can be felt at once.

But the "recorder" is not the case. Just the existence of a person is to digest the secret medicine continuously, which is actually a kind of play.

In other words, the "recorder" is sleeping, and can eventually digest the secret medicine, but if the place to sleep is chosen well, then this time can be shortened.

…

According to Ubemo’s own guess, it was probably this strong historical atmosphere that fed back to the core of the secret medicine, making it more active, thus speeding up the digestion of the secret medicine.

He didn’t even need to summarize the rules himself, so as to conform to the core rules of the secret medicine.

There is simply nothing simpler than this kind of role-playing.

…

From these, we can see the role-playing’s role in the digestion of the secret medicine.

Even if everyone knows role-playing, the digestion speed is not the same.

Role-playing is not that simple. For example, if a “fire mage” simply sets fires all his life, it does not mean that he can digest the secret medicine.

If it were really that simple, then there would not be so many people in the world who died of old age and still had a fate of 9.

——Because there is also a rule in it.

Rather than saying it is a rule, it is better to say that it is a summary, summarizing the essence of the “fire mage”, so as to constantly approach the real “fire mage” and make oneself conform to the core rules of the secret medicine.

In addition to the above point, there is also an active process in it.

——That is, after a certain role-playing stimulates digestion, the secret medicine is still in an active phenomenon for a period of time afterwards, and then the digestion speed will gradually slow down.

As long as the performance is strengthened after the speed slows down, the secret medicine can be digested stably.

…

"Let's go!"

Triss's voice broke Ubermo's thoughts, and then Ubermo followed her in.

However, no one came to greet Triss's return.

During this period, Ubermo looked at the castle, which was indeed unusually deserted. Basically no one came out, only one or two people were seen occasionally.

But obviously, Ubermo felt that they were very similar in nature to the material objects "Bird of Paradise" he usually made.

"Is that 'image'?" Adhering to the principle of asking questions when there are doubts, Ubermo asked Triss.

And the "image" in his words is the ability that he renamed "distorted embodiment".

However, to maintain the manifestation of these objects, a lot of spirituality must be consumed. After all, there are more than a few objects in the castle.

However, before Triss could answer, Ivdes interrupted and said, "Yes, it is the ability of your path, but it is created and controlled by the Eye of Truth."

The Eye of Truth, a mysterious item... Ubermo had a flash of thought in his mind, and at the same time he appreciated Ivdes's revealing behavior.

Triss glanced at Ivdes, but did not say anything, as if she tacitly agreed that she would reveal the details of her family.

Ivdes retracted her gaze from the objects, as if introducing them to a guest, and said, "These 'images' contain certain abilities, which are enough to ensure the safety of the castle."

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Upon hearing this, Ubermo narrowed his eyes. Sealing abilities in "images"?

This should be recorded and sealed in "images".

At least, Ubermo could not do this. His objects played more of a role of sharing vision, and interfered and confused the opponent in battle.

"Then how do you let these 'images' use their abilities?" Ubermo asked directly.

Yifedes said with an inexplicable smile: "Integrate the record books into their bodies, and set up the inspiration device at the same time."

"Record books..." Ubemo murmured.

Ubemo was a little surprised by what Yifedes said. There were not only the few objects in the castle that he had just seen, but also many objects that secretly monitored the movements of the castle.

In other words, these "record books" were provided by at least many recorders, and the foundation of the Saint Yer family could be seen.

However, Ubemo thought that although the extraordinary died, the "record books" could still exist, but the "record books" would eventually return to history slowly.

This time may depend on the strength before death. At least Ubemo's "record books" were idle on the table and would disappear in about a year.

As for whether the "record books" could exist longer, Ubemo could be sure of this, but to be able to do this, the life position should be higher.

Even the Saint Yer family, which was named "Millennium", could hardly preserve so many "record books".

Therefore, these objects do not necessarily contain those "historical records", because they are not objects created by the extraordinary, but summoned by the mysterious object, the Eye of Truth.

Maybe the principle is a little different.

On the contrary, Ivdes' words revealed to Ubermo the methods he can use now.

Just thinking about it, Ubermo kept these in mind and tried them when he had time.

At that time, the tactics can be slightly changed, such as using the "Bird of Paradise" that has integrated the "historical records" to carry out long-range air suicide strikes, while he can hide in the dark.

Thinking of this, Ubermo felt that he was getting more and more wretched, and he was going further and further on this road.

"The dinner is about to start, let's go to the restaurant first."

Tris suddenly interrupted Ubermo's thoughts.

Ubermo nodded and held Ilse's hand.

...

There were only a few of them at the whole dinner, and no one else appeared, such as Tris's mother or other members.

If it were an ordinary person, he would even think that the Saint Yer family was too arrogant to show up, but Ubemo didn't pay much attention to it.

In short, the dinner ended in a plain and warm atmosphere.

Coming to the living room, looking at Evedeth who was casually showing her figure and lying lazily on the sofa, it was like coming to her own home. Ubemo smiled and said, "Eve, I feel that you are more like the hostess here than Beatrice."

Indeed, Evedeth's performance tonight was more proactive than Beatrice.

Evedeth yawned, and then said, "After all, when Tris was young, I helped her solve the problem of bedwetting. Now she has grown up, and I am old, what can I do at her house?"

Obviously, Ubemo felt that the other party really overheard his conversation with Tris, so he said it now. But Ubemo didn't mind the other party knowing. After all, he asked someone to find out what happened to her, and he was afraid that the other party would know?

Tris's face couldn't tell whether she was angry or not, as if her face was paralyzed, but this made her look cold and calm.

Only Ilse smiled and said, "Mom, Aunt Ifdes said you wet the bed when you were a kid!"

Triss patted Ilse's little head gently, and then said, "You wet the bed when you were a kid, too."

Ilse covered her eyes, shook her head, and then said in defense, "I didn't!"

Gently putting her long legs down, Ifdes looked at Triss, and then whispered, "Hurry up and tell Amon-Ra what's going to happen next. I believe he can't control his inner restlessness."

Ubermo ignored Ifdes' last teasing, and then looked at Triss. He also wanted to know the purpose of Triss inviting him here.

After all, the previous ones were just Ubermo's own guesses.

Triss held the throbbing Ilse, and then said calmly: "Ilse's godfather assessment and ceremony."

Looking at Ubermo, Triss paused and said: "But the assessment is just a formality. After all, Ilse has agreed. The ceremony will be held in the chapel tomorrow."

Yifedes said to the happy Ilse: "Does Ilse want Amun-Ra to be your father?"

Ilse stuck out her tongue and said: "Amun-Ra is my father!"

Yifedes raised the corner of her mouth, and then said in a deep tone: "Ilse, all men who approach your mother will disappear!"

Faced with Ifedes's threatening words, Ilse just snorted and said: "Auntie Ifedes, Amun-Ra will not disappear."

Yifedes looked at Ubermo with an inexplicable smile, and then said: "That's not necessarily true!"