Release that Witch

After Barov left, Roland put the statistics into the drawer and looked at the nightingale. He wanted to ask what happened to her, but after hesitating for a while, he finally failed to ask for an exit.

There is an eccentric answer in his heart, but this kind of thing always seems embarrassing. If you guess wrong, it will be even more embarrassing. Roland has to swallow these words. "Next, go to the North Slope Mine."

"Want to see what changes in Soloya's new abilities?" Although the nightingale became a bit strange, her attitude was still the same as before. She uncovered her hood and smiled. "Let's go."

Perhaps he thought too much, looking at the witch who walked to his side, Roland thought.

The impact of the hot air balloon lift on that day was far more than one or two people.

He never imagined that Soroya would actually become the second witch who had a qualitative change.

In fact, she did not even notice this change.

Roland also happened to find this yesterday.

Since the hot air balloon was given to Anna as a gift, it has been placed in the castle courtyard. Anyone who wants to see the scenery from heaven, call Anna and lightning. Until the rain of the previous day, Roland suddenly remembered that the rattan-woven basket would become soft and peeled after being soaked in water. Even if it was dried, it would reduce the toughness and then thought of taking it back to the castle.

He had intended to ask the attendant to do this, but he could change his mind. The hot air balloon was a gift to Anna, and the ropes and airbags were easily damaged. I decided to move it back to the castle. When he called the hummingbird to the vestibule, he was shocked.

I saw that the basket was full of patterns and it was a bird's eye view of the town from the sky, but unlike the previous photo style, this time her paintings were like standing up. Roland didn't care for the falling raindrops. When she looked closely, she found that her painting had thickness for the first time.

It is not surprising that the thickness of the painting is theoretical. In theory, the real painting should be thick because the pigment itself has a thickness. In oil painting, this thickness can even be used: using brushstrokes, brushes or scrapers to create a rugged texture that enhances texture through layering and enhances the expressiveness of the picture.

Unlike Soroya, her paintings are not drawn with pens and paints, but by the magic.

So the thickness of these magical shapes is particularly strange.

He still remembers that when he touched the raised woods with his hand, it seemed to be really scratching the branches and green leaves. They were not hard solids, but a slightly soft gel. When you touch the ground, the touch is a lot harder, as if he is really touching a stone.

It’s incredible.

And those rains flow down the landscape and cannot be immersed in the rattan.

Returning to the castle, he immediately called Soroya, and the nightingale confirmed this. Under the fog observation, the magic in the body of Soroya is no longer a golden vortex like the one before, but is condensed into a ribbon that is constantly rotating.

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Entering the military factory compound, Anna smiled and greeted him, giving Roland a big hug.

Since the selection of the relationship, her intimate behavior in front of her has obviously increased. Roland licked her head in a good mood, and the silver hairpin on her hair shone in the sun.

However, his afterglow saw that Soloya, who was also prepared to come to the ceremony, stood in the spot and was at a loss. Finally, he opened his eyes and opened his eyes, pretending that nothing was seen.

"Cough," the nightingale took Soroya back to the table and asked with a loud voice. "Is this all you painted?"

Roland smiled and shook his head, released Anna, and walked with her.

I saw the table covered with Soloya's paintings. The paintings are the scenery that can be seen in the yard. The only difference is the thickness of the painting. Some are only about one millimeter higher than the paper, and some are close to three. This is also the content of Roland's training this morning. Try to test the magic-generated pigments as much as possible.

"This is the thickest one?" Roland touched the picture of three centimeters thick with his fingers. When the enchanted blue sky, the part of the paint was soft and it didn't feel like texture, but sliding down to the yard wall immediately felt. It has a grit-like friction.

It seems that as he suspects, the magical pen has evolved and not only draws the same shape and color as the real thing, but even the touch is close to the real thing.

"It can be thicker, but after this thickness, the magic consumption will become very large," Soloya pointed to a brown protrusion on the table. "I wanted to draw a tree outside the wall, but just painted With the root trunk, it takes half the magic."

"Is this what you painted?" Roland reached out and found that the paint was ten centimeters thick. "I thought it was really a bark."

Having said that, its bond to the table top is very strong. The prince grabbed the bark and lifted it up until the two legs left the ground, and the bark did not separate from the table.

The nightingale took out the dagger and cut it for a long time before cutting a small hole at the bottom. "This thing seems to be embedded in the table."

In the end, Anna cut it, black smashed into a silk thread and swept across the table, and the paint came out with a white smoke. The fracture is flat but not smooth and has black burnt marks. Roland picked up the falling paint and held it in his hand and found that it was much lighter than he thought.

"How come you suddenly want to change the style of the painting... No, I mean, how did you decide to fill the painting with thickness?" he asked.

"I think, probably because I saw such a landscape for the first time," Soloya said with a recollection. "I realized when I was overlooking the earth in the air. The paintings I made before were just what you said." The photo of the scene is actually not true, especially after I painted the scenery in the hanging basket. I felt more like this." She paused a little and slowed down the speech. "The top of the tree is pointed and will follow the trend." Move, the mountains are high and low, like the undulating chest, the river is embedded in the earth, the boat is on it. This is the scene I saw, not a thin plane. So I want to make the picture even more Really, I want it to stand up like these magnificent scenery. But I have not succeeded in repainting several times... When I was depressed, I suddenly remembered the ball you said."

"Small ball?" Roland picked an eyebrow.

“Well,” she nodded a little embarrassedly. “It’s the kind of knowledge you teach us. I think everything is made up of small balls, so is the pattern drawn? I have tried several times and put The pattern under the magic pen is imagined as a colorful sphere, which are stacked on each other and finally form a whole piece of color. Then... the picture suddenly creeps, the green forest rises upward, the dark green river sinks down, and finally changes It became what you saw. At the time, this change shocked me and Anna. If it wasn’t for you later, I didn’t think it was the ability to evolve.”

"It turned out to be."

"But compared to Anna's black fire, my evolutionary ability seems to have no other use than to make the painting more vivid." Soloya spit out his tongue.

"No... how come?" Roland shook his head. "In my eyes, it is not a simple painting."

It would be too wasteful to use this ability only for painting. He remembered that the rain slid over the surface of the basket, but the scene in which it could not be immersed was not so much a pigment as it was a magical coating. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read.)