Chapter 2162

Chuxin City, second floor of the library.

Angel sat by the window and let the brilliant sun shine on him. In his hand, he held a thick shell book called architecture and art, which he read slowly page by page.

After watching about one-third of the time, the gray haired little old man sitting opposite angel made a regretful sound of "Alas".

Angel looked up, the first thing he saw was a wisp of slowly flying dust, followed by nice with a helpless bitter HA HA expression.

"At the 48th node of the third wandering, I chose the wrong activation path." Nice sighed and swept the gravel and dust on the table into the garbage basket under the table.

These gravel and dust come from the stone slab with a representative symbol of the Quist world. Because the crack fails, the slate will break.

At this time, the garbage basket is full of sand and gravel.

Nice took a record of data information from the side, which recorded the ways of each crack failure, so as to avoid committing it again. Ten pages of the letter have been used, and each page is full of records. It can be seen how many times he has failed these days.

After recording his failure experience again, nice looked up at the other side, rubbed his hands, said with a shy face, "angel, look... No, it's failed again."

Nice didn't mention anything in his words, but his eyes and expression were full of expectations.

Angel was silent for a moment, put down the thick shell book compiled by Jon in his hand and said slowly, "this is your fourth failure today. With the number of failures in the previous days, it has exceeded 20 times at least. Are you going to fail every node?"

With a sad face, nice denied: "no, I have seriously calculated the correct nodes. For those node paths that are difficult to determine, I will start to activate only when I compress the fault tolerance to the lowest one of two. If every node fails, I have failed nearly 400 times."

Nice failed only 20 times in these five days. He personally thinks the value is very good.

But he can't boast, especially in front of angel. These days, angel almost lived in the underground altar, went in and out of the wilderness of dreams from time to time, and sent him a complete slate every once in a while. If the job was changed to nice, he would be annoyed himself, so he didn't dare to lose his temper at all, for fear that angel would get angry and quit.

Angel looked at nice's miserable expression and remained silent for a moment. He returned to reality and pulled a stone slab depicting symbols with dream conch into the wilderness of dreams. After all, he promised nice before, and he himself hoped that nice could find the coordinates of the Quist world through the constant force in the symbol.

When angel returned to the wilderness of dreams, nice had begun to study the new slate.

Angel tapped the table with his fingers, and nice raised his head in doubt.

"Don't be busy with research. I have something to say." Angel said.

Although nice was worried about the solution, he dared not ignore angel's initiative. Quickly put down the slate and motioned angel to speak directly.

"I'm ready to leave the mainland."

Nice said, "are you going back to the savage cave?"

Angel shook his head: "no, I'm going to the old land to deal with something... That I couldn't do."

What can you do now that you couldn't do it once? Nice whispered in his heart. Instead of asking what it was, he asked, "then?"

"So I can't stay in the underground altar. If I want to help you pull the slate, I must pry the slate floor off the altar and take it away." Angel: I wonder if it will have any impact

Nice pondered, "you just brought the slate in these days, and the symbol was not damaged. It can be seen that if you pry away the symbol on the slate, it should have no impact."

When he got the answer, angel nodded and motioned nice to continue his research, and he returned to reality.

After angel left, nice was about to pick up the slate to continue his research, but he heard a sound of footsteps outside the normally deserted building hall.

A visitor came in.

Nice's eyes lit up when he saw the visitor. The visitor was a beautiful lady.

According to nice's past nature, he must have come forward to chat up, but now he pays more attention to the research of slate, so he just glanced at it and lowered his head to continue his research.

But just then, the lady came towards him.

"Old Sir, I was under the library just now. Through the open window, I saw a young man sitting opposite you." The lady asked politely, "I don't know where he has gone now?"

On the other side, angel returned to reality and was still near the underground altar.

But he is not the only one here, but also Fred and... Tulas.

Tulas sat in the center of the altar, swallowing the strong dead breath around him, while Fred stared at tulas outside the altar and looked at tulas in disbelief.

"How's it going?" Angel fell to Fred.

Freud had not recovered, but said subconsciously, "what are you talking about, my lord?"

"I mean, how are ADA, sunny and tulas going?" Asked angel.

Fred woke up for a long time and replied with some embarrassment: "ADA and Shanni have begun to understand the soul trick. However, they are still exposed to this specific ability practice for the first time. It is estimated that it will take some time to start the formal practice. As for tulas..."

Floyd glanced at tulas on the altar: "his situation has been seen by adults. He has absorbed the breath of death for three days here, but he has not reached his upper limit, which is beyond the scope of ordinary mortals!"

Angel was very calm: "after all, tulas was once a dead soul that had existed for thousands of years, and it was also an extremely special dead soul. Its upper limit of dead Qi is high and normal."

Freud also knew some things about tulas, but he was also a dead spirit. He knew too well the upper limit of soul accommodation. Tulas didn't seem to be a dead spirit at the same level as them. It was because of the contrast that Fred was so surprised.

Froude: "half a day ago, tulas woke up once. According to his self-report, he should be able to reach the peak of death today. However, perhaps it is because he is too happy. Like ADA, he has a high tolerance for death and shows no emotional change at all. Even if he reaches the peak of death, I don't think there will be any signs of degeneration."

"However, if you want him to practice soul tricks, even if his dead spirit reaches the peak, it's better to wait for him to be familiar with it for another month or two..."

When Angel brought atlas to reality, he was naturally ready to let atlas practice soul tricks.

However, since Freud gave such advice, angel would listen. Early practice and late practice have no effect on tulas.

"That's just right. During this time, tulas will follow me. He can also be a messenger between me and nice, so that I won't always go in and out in order to pull a slate."

After angel made his decision, he waited for atlas to wake up.

Floyd watched as the dead spirit was swallowed by tulas. After a moment of silence, he said, "I think it's too condescending for tulas to practice ordinary soul tricks. Your Excellency, you might as well consider that if there are special undead for him to absorb, he may be able to further improve his ability... Tulas is more suitable for absorbing special undead than me."

If it were ADA and sunny, Fred would never suggest so, because he didn't think the two little guys had the ability to absorb special undead. But unlike tulas, he was once a special undead with experience in using special abilities, and with his happy character, even in the closed space of silver palm island, it took a long time to degenerate; Now, even if he is allowed to absorb special undead, he may not even degenerate and can digest it.

Tulas is absolutely suitable for a better soul trick.

In the face of Freud's advice, angel thought for a moment: "special undead is hard to find... But I'll think about it."

As time went by, the whale swallowing of tulas began to weaken gradually and slowly reached the upper limit of accommodation.

Before, Freud thought that the dead breath that could not be digested in the underground cave for decades was obviously much weaker now. It can be seen how crazy atlas is to absorb death this time.

After tulas stopped breathing, he opened his eyes.

As Freud guessed, even if tulas let his body's dead spirit reach the peak, there was no negative emotion, and he was still silly and sweet. He even looked at what had changed, looked at Fred with a puzzled expression and asked, "why do you have such an expression? What's wrong with me?"

Floyd shook his head. "No problem, but I didn't expect you to absorb death so much."

Tulas raised his head. Under the ox horn helmet, his handsome face completely out of tune with his muscles and muscles showed a proud expression: "it's natural. I'm the man who killed the legendary pirate red beard!"

Angelmer said, "when you dominated the extreme East Sea, red beard was actually only five or six years old. You can't have a war."

Tulas didn't believe it at all. He still said proudly, "don't lie to me. It's clearly recorded in the sound of magic night making the tide..."

Angel breathed a long sigh. He didn't want to say "that's a brain hole written by later authors". He has said it many times, and tulas won't believe it.

Tulas just felt that the legendary pirate Red Beard was so powerful that he killed him in the war, so he was even more powerful.

Freud also knew the character of tulas, but he rubbed his temples and didn't argue with tulas. He really can't imagine that the famous "king of violence" in history will be tulas, and the "king of silly white" is almost the same.

Neither angel nor Fred argued with tulas. Naturally, tulas was more proud. When he came down from the altar, they all walked out of the step of refusing to recognize each other.

"My Lord, I can't absorb death now. Can I practice the soul trick you said now?" Tulas blinked and looked at angel.

Angel: "another month or two."

"Another month or two?" Tulas didn't care about the time and nodded: "then I'll go back to Chuxin city first. I'm a sheriff. I don't know what's going on in the city these days?"

Floyd said silently, "you're more stable without you."

Tulas snorted and didn't believe it at all.

Angel took out the Church of the dead and gave tulas shelter. However, before tulas entered the Church of the dead, he also issued the task to him.

"Keep me in the library?" Tulas lost his face: "can you not."

"No." Angel: "remember when nice's slate is broken, you go back to reality and tell me."

Although tulas didn't want to stay in the library all the time, after all, it was a rare task awarded by angel, and he could only recognize it with a dull head.

After tulas returned to the Church of the dead, angel told Fred about his preparation to go to the old land.

Freud nodded. He knew angel was going to the old earth before, but he didn't know what to do. He wanted to deal with family affairs, so Freud didn't ask much.

After putting the Church of the dead into the bracelet, angel took out a revolver from the bracelet and handed it to Fred.

"Take this first. There is a complete white light bullet in it. If one white light bullet is not enough, I'll find a way to replenish ammunition in the ghost sea later."

Fred didn't refuse. ADA and Shanni will practice soul tricks later. ADA should not use it, but Shanni is likely to degenerate in death. There is a reincarnation Overture, which at least gives her a chance to recover.

After all this, angel came to the altar and cut off the stone plates with symbols to take with him.

The moment Angel picked up the slate, there was a sudden "click" sound in his ear.

When I looked down, there were several deep cracks in the original intact altar.

Freud also saw the crack. He thought for a moment and said, "the building materials of the altar are all ordinary stones. Before, they were protected by the symbol and were not eroded by death. But now adults take away the symbol. Without protection, there will be a crack naturally... But how can the crack be so fast?"

Fred didn't think much. He thought it might be because Mrs. Sheila stayed here all the year round and her strength corroded the altar, so there were signs of cracks so early.

Angel checked the cracked altar, determined that there was no omission or danger, and didn't care. He took the slate and left the underground cave directly with Fred.

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Tulas returned to the location of Chuxin City, which is the hall of the library. He met angel here before, so it was here when he came in.

"Adults say that wizard nice is in the building hall on the second floor. The building... Tut Tut, even the building has a special library." Tulas said so, but he still walked towards the second floor.

When he got to the museum, he paused and held some books from inside. For some time in the future, he will follow the wizard of nice and find some solutions to boredom.

Holding a pile, tulas came to the building.

As soon as he stepped into the building hall, he saw the wizard nice sitting by the windowsill and a lady with her back to him.

It looks a little familiar. Tulas murmured and walked forward.

As soon as tulas approached, the lady turned around. When the other party saw tulas, she was stunned, and some inexplicable emotions gushed out of her eyes, but she was soon restrained.

Tulas waved happily: "it's little Haila ~ why are you here ~"

"My name is Mandela. I don't have a last name. Don't change my name at will." Mandela whispered.

"All right, little Hela."

Mandela rolled her eyes and didn't speak. She acquiesced to the name of tulas.

"You haven't answered me yet. What's the matter with you coming?"

"Her name is Mandela?" Nice on one side said, "she came to find Angel. She didn't say anything when she asked her."

"Is it for Lord pat? The Lord is not here. Why don't I go back and ask for you?" Tulas asked kindly.

Mandela was silent for a moment and shook her head. "No, I have nothing to find him."

Then Mandela went out.

Tulas muttered, "why is it that something happens in a while and nothing happens in a while. Forget it, I don't want to."

Tulas sat opposite the wizard of nice with his hands in his arms.

Mandela walked halfway and looked at tulas suspiciously. He usually had to follow himself. Why didn't he move today?

"Why don't you go?" Mandela asked as if unintentionally.

Tulas: I've taken the adult's task to stay here

Mandela's lips moved and wanted to say something. At last, he didn't say anything. He took a breath and turned and left the building quickly.

Tulas was confused. Nice picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it with a smile.