Chapter 979

The blank wall, can not see the light source and light, but there is no dark feeling... Empty, but it doesn't feel monotonous at all; Mingming raised his arm, but he couldn't feel the existence of the body at all.

Because this is Loren's spiritual palace.

As consciousness gradually separated from the body and transferred to the spiritual palace, the appearance of the whole world gradually began to change in front of him, from the shape of substance to the existence more similar to symbols.

This feeling is very free and happy. After being separated from the body, there is nothing to limit the existence of one's own consciousness; The whole world seemed like a map and a work of art before his eyes for him to observe.

But this feeling is also very unreal and illusory; Being separated from the consciousness of the body is equal to completely exposing yourself to the void. Losing constraints and restrictions is also equal to losing protection; Once consciousness goes beyond the spiritual palace, it is in danger of being driven crazy by the huge amount of information.

Feeling his unbound body, the black haired wizard slowly walked to one of the white walls, raised his right hand and gently pressed it. On the corrugated wall like the water, a magic array occupying the whole white wall appeared.

The complex patterns are specially divided into two layers in light purple and blood red. They look like two ring locks, emitting an unknown meaning.

Even across the magic array, the black haired wizard can feel that a pair of eyes behind it are staring at himself, staring at every action of his palm and every change of expression in the corners of his eyes.

It's just looking forward to opening the shackles, isn't it?

From unlocking, Loren looked at Asriel with a sly smile.

Well, neither admit nor deny. It's the same as not saying.

"The second question." the blonde blinked. "What is it?"

"Brenhild."

The black haired wizard snorted and said helplessly, "brenhild, the female martial god of Byrne, has the same name as the first queen of the Empire, that is, the last Dragon Queen."

"Then?"

"I want to know whether this is a coincidence or..."

"It's not just the same name?" asrell answered with deep understanding. "You may have asked the wrong person about this, Loren. It's not poor asrell who really knows this, but some annoying prince."

"So... I asked you two questions and you didn't know any?" the black haired wizard blurted out.

"No, no, no, dear Loren, it's not what you said." the blonde said leisurely, "poor Asriel didn't tell you anything, but told you everything you can know."

"Many truths in this world are too ferocious. It is very dangerous for dear Loren to contact in advance - poor Asriel is not a fake miss. Protecting you is always Asriel's first duty."

"What on earth can you tell me?"

"Now?" raised his eyebrows, and Asriel's mouth wore the same leisurely smile:

"Now... Dear Loren, it's time for you to get up."

The white right hand arched his middle finger and gently bounced on the black haired wizard's forehead.

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"Isaac, you arrogant, how many times do you want me to repeat it?"

In the dark haired wizard's ward, the red faced little wizard stared at Isaac, desperately lowered his voice and screamed, "Loren, he has been out of danger and is recovering now - why don't you believe it?"

"Oh, maybe some self righteous alchemist deceived himself and others and thought he had cured him?" Isaac Grantham retorted impolitely:

"I'm sorry, but as a wizard, I pay more attention to the experimental results, and now the observed result is that our common friend and younger brother has no sign of waking up!"

"I said, he is recovering through sleep - this is the instinct of the human body!"

"Sorry, but please tell me the difference between deep sleep and coma, a wizard who knows nothing about ain's alchemy?"

"You... Of course, are the reactions of his body, his heartbeat and void residue, as well as his breathing rate and..."

"So, do you judge our friend's life and death through the data written on the paper?" again, Isaac deliberately rolled his eyes:

"Yes, in your Alchemist's eyes, the world is probably made of data - as long as it exists in theory, it actually exists - your shallow IQ probably can't distinguish the difference between theory and practice!"

"You..."

"What did I say? I'm wrong?" looking at the little wizard with a red face, Isaac snorted impatiently: "I was a little happy to see you come and finish my top masterpiece Jiao lightsaber. I thought you really became more like a wizard!"

"Now it seems that I really think too much. An Alchemist is an alchemist. It has essence with wizards... Oh, the Holy Cross, his grandparents, Loren, are you awake?!"

"Yes, cough..."

Under the shocked eyes of Isaac and Ayn, the grinning black haired wizard sat up helplessly and coughed repeatedly:

"Sorry, I'm too tired, so I slept a little longer... Why didn't I bother you?"

"Excuse me? What excuse - no, no, I'm praising our great alchemist, Lord ain Rand!" Isaac shook his head desperately, turning his face faster than turning a Book:

"For dozens of days, the outstanding work without sleep not only enabled the floating city to complete an ultra long-distance endurance, but also completed our common super masterpiece 'Jiao lightsaber', which is a model for alchemists, simply..."

"Er, I think rhetoric is very weak in such a place. In short, Loren, you also see the power of Jiao lightsaber and its range. Is it particularly wonderful and pleasing to the eye?"

Yeah, almost even me.

The dark haired wizard with a strong smile glanced at the little wizard next to him. He was sweating. The red faced Ayn subconsciously avoided his eyes and turned his head.

Isaac raised his eyebrows and looked at the two men, as if he noticed something: "what, is something happening that I don't know?"

"Come on, get out quickly!" unable to stand his little wizard any more, he grabbed Isaac's sleeve and pulled it out of the door: "I have to make medicine for Loren. You can only make trouble here!"

"Make trouble, how can I make trouble? Even if I want to make medicine, I can give you some suggestions and find faults, such as..."

"Get out! Now!"

"OK, OK, I'll go out now, I'll go out now!" Isaac shrugged his shoulders and looked exaggerated and somewhat reluctant: "what are you angry with, I'm not... Huh?"

At the moment when one foot was about to step out of the door, Isaac was suddenly stunned.

The next second, he took his feet back, carefully closed the door, close to the door and stared at the little wizard's face.

"What are you going to do again?!" Ayn didn't have a good way.

"Nothing, Ayn Rand, I have something to trouble you..." Isaac twitched his throat and looked speechless:

"Can you... Repeat the word 'megalomania'?"

"What's the matter, arrogant?" the little wizard put in his waist and snorted with dissatisfaction: "after so long, I finally think this word hurt you?"

But Isaac didn't open his mouth. He was stunned in situ. His expression was as motionless as glue. The whole person was fixed.

Looking at his expression, the bewildered black haired wizard finally reacted and stared at Ayn Rand with stunned eyes.

Yes, he found out.

If it weren't for Isaac's reminder, Loren, who had long been used to it, didn't even notice the slight change.

The voice changing potion that AI Yin usually uses to hide her identity

It doesn't work!