Super Dimensional Wizard Chapter 116 Painting That Does Not Exis

After leaving Sanders room, Angel walked all the way down the hall and paused for a moment while pa.s.sing a fork in the path. On the left is a staircase leading to the deck of The Savage, and on the right is a pa.s.sage leading all the way down to the inner cabins.

After walking for a while, Angel came aboard the deck. At this point, there was no one else on deck, so Angel was able to stretch himself against the guardrail.

The wind blew on this cold night as his robe flapped up like a deflated balloon.

After sleeping all day and night, Angel was full of spirit, but his mind was still a bit lazy. He decided to come on top the deck to feel the cool breeze and relax the tension he had built up during his trip.

During those days in the Nightmare Plane, his whole journey seemed smooth and easy, but in fact, only he knew how tense his mood was during his whole trip. In the underground labyrinth, despite the fact that he was flying very fast, every time he pa.s.sed a corner, his heart began to race and felt heavy during his adventure, for fear that his next corner he pa.s.ses will be a demon encounter that will take his life. This kind of psychological pressure is detrimental when continually placed on oneself, even if the person pressed has a strong psychological quality. When Angel finally returned from the Nightmare Plane to reality, this pressure rebounded like a spring when he arrived in an environment where he can truly relax.

This kind of rebounding psychological pressure made Angel act lazily even when his spirit was full. In this state, no matter what he does, he can’t put in his best effort. Even if Angel wanted to go back to his room and immediately begin practicing the new guidance method to enter this extraordinary world earlier, at this moment, he had to restrain himself.

Under the night stars, an airs.h.i.+p shuttled through the clouds.

Angel leaned himself against the guardrail on the deck of The Savage and enjoyed the stillness from the cold wind as his eyes soon closed.

Suddenly, Angel felt someone gently push him from behind, he was stupefied, behind him is thousands of feet in the sky, how could anyone push him from him from behind the guardrail?

Angel pushed against the rail and turned his head.

What he saw was a pair of soft feet, and was stunned at the sight for a moment. It was Flora, and it was not someone pus.h.i.+ng against his back, but him being trampled by Flora.

Flora was suspended in mid-air and looked at him with a smile on her face.

“I began deeply learning about the differences between men and women at such an early age, but I don’t know what you‘re thinking about.” Flora squinted: “Angel, you’re not thinking about spring, are you? I remember you and that Nausica are very close, you two… … hee.”

Angel’s mind is tired, so when Flora appeared, he doesn’t bother to get up and address her with honorifics, but just casually says h.e.l.lo. But when Flora teased him, Angel replied lazily: “Miss Flora, please don’t tease me, I am still at loss for the road ahead, who has the mind to think about these things. ”

Angel himself is not open to love right now, he is completely indifferent to those emotional things, maybe even a little remote.

“All right…” Flora didn’t continue flirting with Angel but said, “I’m just here to send you something.”

Angel glanced at Flora and saw her take out a round white object out of thin air and throw it at Angel.

“Mentor took the wand and dagger you brought back from the Nightmare Plane, they were his mementos, he wanted to make it up to you, so that’s why I’m here.”

Through the light of the gentle moon, Angel can see that the round object is a convex and concave sheet, like an enlarged b.u.t.ton. If one carefully rubs the material, it is completely hard, but feels very warm and moist, not like metal or porcelain, but more like bone.

The front of the b.u.t.ton has words written on it, the words spell out Savage Grottoes, with an addition of a flame mark. Angel knows that this flame is the emblem of the Savage Grottoes.

“This is an anonymous bone card, with 10, 000 contribution points, and when you receive your personal nameplate, you can transfer these contribution points in your name. A contribution point is the common denomination in the Savage Grottoes, whether you use it to buy materials, study courses, or exchange goods, you need to use these contribution points. These 10,000 contribution points are mentor’s compensation to you. ”

After saying all of that, Flora did not stay any longer, and waved goodbye to Angel as she floated away.

Bone card? So it’s made of bone.

Angel didn’t reject the bone card… he stayed in Sanders library for a long time, and he was well aware of the role of contribution points. Ten thousand contribution points are not too many, if converted into magic crystals, it is about 100 magic crystals.

A hundred magic crystals, for the wizard apprentice is a sky-high amount of wealth, but for an official wizard, it is only a drizzle.

“I didn’t expect to get such a large amount of magic crystals before I even arrived to the Savage Grottoes…” After putting away the bone card, Angel smiled and murmured to himself, in addition to the small bag of magic crystals sent by Gloria, Angel now has a fortune of 130 magic crystals in all. This money is also a small fortune among the vast majority of wizard apprentices.

After this episode, and with the stimulus of money, Angel feels less burnt out. Rubbing his slightly throbbing temples, Angel picks up the two paintings from one side and left the deck.

When he arrived back into his room, Angel threw the paintings aside, and closed the door to lay down on the bed.

Now he wanted to do something, he definitely wants to verify the truth from the recording in the Holographic Tablet. Just in case, Angel picked up his velvet quilt cover and placed it over his head, as he curled up in the quilt, he takes out his pocket watch.

Opening the Holographic Tablet system interface, it was not like before in the Nightmare Plane, where he had a situation where he could not open it. His speed of operation is very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he opens the recording interface.

Angel flipped through to the folder where the photos and videos were saved, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the flood of pictures and videos.

Looks like there was nothing wrong with the recordings from the Nightmare Plane trip. It’s just that Angel doesn’t understand why his soul can bring the Holographic Tablet in with him. According to Sanders, when he enters the Nightmare Plane with his soul, despite the fact that he was wearing clothes in the Nightmare Plane, in fact, they were all false, and these foreign objects such as clothes would never be brought in, just like when he was kicked by a young Sanders, he did not end up spitting blood, this was all just an imagination of the soul.

But why didn’t Holographic Tablet follow the rules Sanders had explained? Did the Holographic Tablet follow him into the Nightmare Plane as an ent.i.ty?

Angel can’t think of any answers at the moment, he can only continue to wait until the next time he has a chance to enter the Nightmare Plane again.

Anyways, now that he knows his video recording has not been lost, everything will be all right, otherwise it would have been truly painful to lose it all.

Since the recordings were not lost, Angel was in no hurry to check it out. Instead, he opened the video and wanted to see if the < Shepherd Milking on the Prairie Painting > was only his illusion.

When he first stepped into the warden’s promenade, he did not see a picture of a shepherd milking. But on his second visit, the picture appeared strangely in front of him while he had no impression of it.

Angel doesn’t know if his memory was wrong for any other reason, so he queried about this problem at his first opportunity.

The recording lasted a long time, and Angel dragged the video’s action bar directly to the place where he finally entered the warden’s promenade.

In the video screen-

Angel looked at the paintings on both sides as he moved forward through the resplendent corridor.

The lens wobble a little, but he can still see the paintings on both sides, and he did not pause.

Step by step, Angel did not pause all the way. Among the paintings, he also saw the < Traveler Under the Stars >.

He has finally arrived at the spot! A black painting appeared in front of him, and Angel immediately slammed the pause b.u.t.ton.