Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

The cows growing in the fields, the buttery wheat...

Both of these creatures seriously defy the natural laws of the biological world and should not exist.

But with Frank's crazy creativity and the extraordinary blessing of the illusion world, he was able to get it out.

Yes, these two things can already be reproduced in the fantasy world.

Of course, this is nothing. The fantasy world is a world of mind and fantasy. It is not surprising to find anything. These things are just a manifestation of the magic of the fantasy world.

Frank looked at Klein, expecting him to show corresponding power.

No wonder Frank was kicked out of the Earth Mother Church, and then not even the Dream Sect took him in.

Even the True Blesseds of the Dream Sect would not dare to touch this kind of research results.

But I have promised...

Klein expressionlessly glanced at the two drawings recording Frank's experiments and wrote down every detail. This was a requirement for the "person in the drawing".

About three minutes later, Klein spread out the drawing paper and drew a wheat plant on the drawing paper with a brush in hand.

This wheat is different from any other wheat in the world. Its seeds are round and about the size of a finger, bending the stem of the wheat.

This shouldn't be called wheat at all, it would be better to call it milk fruit, because the round seeds are filled with milk.

"It's time to witness the miracle." Klein's "magician" performance was over. He looked around and asked Frank to take a deep breath. The others also had solemn expressions.

Then Klein reached out to grab the "Milk Fruit" in the painting and pulled it out of the painting.

Buzz!

The dreamy phosphorescence in Klein's body poured into the painting, and the shining brilliance made everyone squint their eyes.

"Get up!" Klein suddenly felt some pressure, strengthened his spiritual infusion, and pulled hard.

A strong dreamy phosphorescence flashed, and everyone closed their eyes subconsciously.

When they looked over again, what they saw was a golden wheat straw held by Klein and a few "milk fruits" hanging at the end.

Success!

Klein's expression was extremely weird. He stared at the "milk fruits" and didn't know how to face them.

Wheat that produces milk? What kind of impact would this kind of thing have if it appeared in the real world?

"Really..." Frank's tall body was shocked, and his eyes were wet.

He stepped forward, took the wheat from Klein's hand, plucked one of the "milk fruits" and threw it directly into his mouth.

laugh!

The milk fruit was bitten into pieces in his mouth, and the milk stored inside burst out.

"It's so fragrant, like crops that exist in the Kingdom of the Great Mother Goddess." Frank burst into tears and kept thanking the great mother and the supreme Lord.

"Incredible." Cattleya's eyes were filled with purple light as she stared closely at the wheat plant.

This evaluation is based on Flack’s research and on Klein’s embodiment.

"Are you already at Sequence 5 of the 'Dream' pathway?" Cattleya looked at Klein.

Klein nodded slightly. The average "person in the painting" did not have such dreamy phosphorescence.

"There's another one! There's another one!" Frank's mentality has undergone a huge change, and he is extremely confident that his results can be reproduced in the real world.

To be honest, Klein refused to draw this thing.

Because this is actually a combination of cows and trees. The two seem to be fused together by an indescribable force, becoming weird and terrifying.

It is conceivable that Frank must have used some horrific methods when studying this kind of thing.

A "biologist" without moral limits is terrible.

However, Klein did not refuse the idea. He picked up the brush again and used the ability of the "Man in the Painting" to quickly paint a painting. In the process, he made some modifications to the "Cow Tree" to try to make it less Infiltrate people.

"...No." As soon as Klein put down his paintbrush, his spiritual intuition already gave him the answer. This thing simply cannot be taken out of the painting.

But Klein also made a pulling motion and took out the "cow tree".

Bang!

The "Cow Tree" directly collapsed into dreamy phosphorescence and returned to Klein's body.

"As you can see." Klein looked at Frank.

"Failed..." Today, Frank experienced the feeling of going from the ground to the Kingdom of the Earth Mother, and then falling into the abyss from the Kingdom of God.

"It's incredible that your 'Wheat' can succeed..." Klein's face was slightly distorted as he looked at the 'Wheat'.

"Yes!" Frank seemed to have heard Klein's consolation, and his energy instantly filled up. "This wheat wheat is successful, which means it can exist in the real world, and I can cultivate it!"

"Similarly, the 'Milk Tree' based on the same principle cannot fail. That must be my fault. If I can become a 'Druid' and improve it, it may not necessarily have no chance of success!"

……no! I hope you focus on plant hybridization! Stop engaging in the evil practice of combining animals and plants!

But Frank obviously didn't notice this. He held all his research drawings in his arms and walked to his room, still mumbling, "What went wrong?"

Klein and others looked at each other.

"Well, my suggestion is to take it slow." Klein looked at Cattleya.

Cattleya nodded seriously. In a relatively long period of time, Frank's difficulty in collecting formulas and characteristics will increase significantly.

"But this thing is really..." Klein looked at the "wheat" left here.

For Frank, as long as he confirms that his research results can be reproduced in reality, he can truly cultivate this thing, and there is no need for fakes that can only exist for a few minutes.

"Would any of you be interested in taking one?" Klein looked at Leonard and other spectators watching the excitement.

"No!" Everyone shook their heads quickly.

Klein took a look and found that he didn't have the courage either.

Then, with a thought in Klein's mind, the wheat directly shattered into a ball of dreamy phosphorescence and returned to his body.

"Would you like to have a taste?" Truman pulled the wheat out of history.

"Come on!" Russell had no inhibitions. He grabbed a "milk fruit" and threw it into his mouth.

"Not bad." In the fantasy world that has been guarded for hundreds of years, the group of dream believers were causing trouble right under his nose. What had he not seen or eaten?

Frank is not worth mentioning except that he looks a bit like the adopted son of an evil god.

"Don't talk about them, even in my opinion, he is quite weird." Russell looked at Frank thoughtfully.