Super Dimensional Wizard

A figure flew across the endless night sky and stood above the thin clouds.

Under his feet was a bustling city lights.

Even at an altitude of hundreds of meters, you can still vaguely smell the strings and fragrance below.

"The city of Saint-Selme is worthy of being a famous city of art." The artistic atmosphere can be said to reach the sky.

The man high up in the sky lowered his head and sighed, his eyes wandering around, finally settling on the only bleak-looking street in the city below.

The black shadow swooped down, and finally landed silently in a deserted and dark alley.

With the clicking footsteps, he walked out of the deep alley. There was a pile of burning dead wood at the intersection. Through the burning firelight, he could clearly see the face of the person coming.

Red hair, golden eyes, lazy and handsome.

It was Angel after using the transformation technique.

Angel looked around. This was a long street that had been burned by fire.

There was a mess everywhere. Not only were there burned dead trees at the intersection, but the houses on both sides of the street also had rekindled fire points, as well as various ruined black remnants that were burned into charcoal. Even in the air, there are still dazzling sparks floating in the sky.

The pungent smell permeated the entire street.

The stone brick house on the left is relatively intact. From the street sign on the wall stained with black ash, you can see several words with burn marks: 1-349, Cypress Street West Lane.

This is Cypress Street, adjacent to the palace complex of the Yinlu royal family. It used to be an art gallery, but now it has become a ruin.

Angel sighed inaudibly and walked towards the fire not far away.

This fire happened to be blocking the middle of the road. A closer look revealed that it was a pile of unburnt oilwood on the street.

Angel squatted down and slowly stretched out his hand, trying to feel the blazing flame through contact.

"Young man, don't think too hard!" An urgent voice suddenly came from behind.

Angel shook off the sparks on his hands, stood up, and turned around to look.

I saw a fat middle-aged woman wearing a fireproof cloth running over in a hurry, telling Angel to get away from the fire.

"Young people, you must think about the good things. Even if the house is burned down, as long as everything is fine, everything can be done again." The middle-aged woman is obviously well-educated, although the ugly black fireproof cloth covers her clothes , but from her obviously designed hairstyle, it can be seen that she should come from a relatively wealthy family.

It's just that the face under the beautiful curly hair is now stained with black ash, presumably stained by the dust floating on Cypress Street.

When she saw Angel's face, the middle-aged woman was obviously stunned. With his young and handsome face and the obviously expensive gentleman's clothes, he didn't look like he was about to commit suicide because his house was burned down.

Moreover, he had a polite smile on his lips and was dressed in a standard aristocratic dress, which really didn't match the ruins with sparks floating around him.

"You... let me think about it, did any of your favorite paintings get burned? So you can't think about it for a while?" The middle-aged woman seemed to think that this guess might be close to the truth, and immediately muttered: "You were influenced by the young man yesterday. Is it affected? Alas, that young man is stupid. How can a painting be more important than a human life? He insisted on rushing into the fire, but he almost burned himself. "

"The young people nowadays are crazy. Everyone is following the trend and regards art as their life."

"Actually, this path has gone astray."

"Oh, why did you go astray?" It was Angel who spoke. Originally, he just thought that this middle-aged woman was well-intentioned, so he stayed to explain to her to avoid misunderstandings; but her subsequent remarks due to the misunderstanding were... This made Angel a little interested.

"Come here first, and I'll tell you later. This fire is unusual and weird. Even water can't put it out when it burns. Don't get close to these fires."

"I think you misunderstood, madam. I have no intention of committing suicide. I am just walking around here." Angel walked around the fire and stood where the flames could not reach him.

"Is there anything to do around here?"

Angel smiled and said nothing.

When the middle-aged woman saw this, she knew that the other party was unwilling to answer, so she just thought about it. As long as you're not seeking death, everything else doesn't matter.

"Even if you want to wander around, don't get close to these fires. And they re-ignite here from time to time. If there is anything, it is probably burned."

From what she said, Angel probably understood that she was creating another drama in her head. I guess you thought he was a pick-up?

"Why are you here, madam, in the middle of the night?" Angel asked.

"You ask me, I went to Cypress Lake to see the fish... I used to feed them every night, but because of the fire these two days, I couldn't come. Now that the fire has been almost put out, I think Come over and have a look." She didn't hide anything about her itinerary. She explained the situation clearly in a few words. She shook the leather bag in her hand and found that it was heavy with some crumbs of bread.

Cypress Lake. When Angel looked down, he remembered that Cypress Lake was not far from the gate of Yinlu Palace. He happened to be going to Yinlu Palace, so he said, "I happen to be going there too. If you don't mind, ma'am, why don't you come with us? I'll do that too." Do you want to hear what the lady meant when she said she went astray?"

"Okay." The middle-aged woman smiled.

On the way to Cypress Lake, Angel also learned that this middle-aged woman was named Cornelius, who was also a resident of Cypress Street. She had a son, but her son was obsessed with art and almost sacrificed his life for art.

"I said they have gone astray, but I can actually see it from my son."

"Do you know why my son is obsessed with art?"

Angel guessed: "Because of love?"

Mrs. Connelly shook her head: "I also hope he loves it, but he doesn't. He doesn't really love art. The reason why he is so obsessed with art is because of the influence of the environment."

Connelly sighed, looked at the bustling night view of Saint-Salme City in the distance, and said softly: "The Central Empire is also called the country of art, and Saint-Selme City is the center of this art country, so it is naturally called the city of art. The artistic atmosphere here is very strong. Almost most people have been exposed to art since childhood, including oil painting, music, drama, sculpture, architecture..."

Although Connelly is now very wealthy and has a worry-free life, her background is actually not good. She was once just a peasant woman, and her daily contacts were with the poor peasant class. Naturally, her son could not pursue art. But later, after her son went to school, the classmates around him talked about art every day. In order to blend in with them, her son began to study art.

As a mother, Connelly knows her son very well. She knew that her son actually didn't like art in his heart. Later, he showed that he was crazy about art. In fact, he was crazy. In such a strong artistic atmosphere, she brainwashed herself.

Such examples are actually not rare in Saint Syme City.

The result of art is naturally elegant, but the process of achieving art itself is boring. How can everyone have such patience to love art. Environmental factors are just a last resort.

In a conformist society, if you don't follow the herd, you will definitely be abandoned and ostracized.

Connelly didn't care about this before. It wasn't until her son almost gave up his precious life for art that she began to pay attention to it.

"Initially, Queen Rowling advocated love for art because she experienced a tragic war. The post-war period was bleak, and most people were immersed in the pain of 'loss'. She hoped to use art to rekindle people's hope."

"She may not have thought that art in Saint-Selme City would eventually change. Art for art's sake is not art."

As Mrs. Connelly spoke, they happened to reach Cypress Lake.

The sparkling lake not far away looked cool and pleasant under the starry sky.

"Young man, I'm here. I went over to feed the fish. You must remember, never get close to the fire, and don't imitate my son and devote yourself to art. That is the behavior of a fool."

Mrs. Connelly waved her hand to Angel, then carried a bag of feed and walked towards the lake.

Looking at Connelly's slightly bloated and unsightly back, Angel lowered his head and smiled softly: Compared to most people in this city, Connelly, who was born as a peasant woman, lives a more understanding life.

It is precisely because of existence like Cornelius...

"So, I like humans."

Angel turned around with a smile and walked towards the Yinlu Royal Palace.

The brief journey with Cornelius and listening to the values ​​​​of an ordinary person was just an insignificant episode. However, this episode still occupies some weight in memory. If Angel writes a wizard's travel book in the future, he may record her story when he writes about the capital of art.

After putting aside this small episode, Angel stretched out his left hand and slowly opened the fist he had been clenching, and a few sparks flew out of it.

Sparks rose into the sky and turned into small flames in front of Angel.

"Sure enough, it contains a special trace of fire power." Angel: "Although it is very light, it still has the taste of Dangros."

Angel looked at the fire, and some thoughts flashed in his eyes. Although it was just a small spark, the residual warmth was also very good. When it actually burns, the temperature is probably just a tad worse than Korokro's.

Moreover, the special meaning in this flame is not complex, it is quite pure, and can be used to smelt many magic ores that require pure fire. Nothing more than that Fritz would like Dan Gross.

"I've never seen Dangros release flames with all his strength before, but I didn't expect it to be quite good." Angel grunted, and with one hand, he pinched and extinguished the floating flames.

Then without pausing, he strode towards the palace.

He flew to Saint Syme City this time just to take Dangros back. Dangros, on the other hand, was deep in the Yinlu Palace.

The guards and knights guarding the road seemed to have not seen Angel at all, leaving him alone as if there was no one around.

After passing through a group of palaces full of design, Angel came to a high wall.

He could sense that Dangros was somewhere in the high wall at this moment.

There is no visible door on this high gray wall. If you want to enter, you can only input magic power to find a hidden passage, or fly over directly.

Ordinary people obviously can't do it.

Inside the high wall is actually where the Yinlu Royal Wizard Group is located.

Angel did not choose to fly over, because he was standing in front of the hidden passage at the moment. If he could walk in, there was no need to waste energy.

When Angel's body came into contact with the wall, the originally flawless wall suddenly rippled like water waves, swallowing Angel's figure.

When Angel reappeared, he had already appeared inside the wall.

Moreover, standing directly in front of him was a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a light red wizard robe.

"Neia." Angel gently called out the name of the person who came out.

"Lord Pat." Neia hurriedly bowed and saluted. When she sensed strange energy entering the wall, she immediately flew over. She thought a foreign enemy had broken in, but she didn't expect that the person coming was Angel.

"No need to be polite, I came here to take Dangros away." Angel said.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Neia's face. When she came back, she learned that Drew had sent a message to Froude, telling him about Dangros' burning of Cypress Street. At that time, she realized that Drew told Angel about this, probably because he was afraid of Dangros, and hoped that Angel could quickly take away Dangros, the little ancestor.

Although Neia was also a little afraid of the flames created by Dangelos, she felt that her face was shameless when she actually used this hint to ask Angel to take Dangelos away.

And she was also worried about offending Angel.

"Actually, Dangelos has lived a very fulfilling life here, and he has been studying the art of pottery recently. Why don't you let him stay for a while?" Neia said dryly.

Angel: "Forget it. I saw the situation on Cypress Street. It was extremely tragic."

Neia: "It doesn't matter. If Cypress Street burns down, just burn it down. Anyway, it can be rebuilt and no one will die."

Angel: "I'm afraid that if it continues to stay, without anyone to restrain it, it will burn most of Saint Syme City."

After a pause, Angel said: "Let's go. Since you are here, you will lead the way."

Neia sighed softly in her heart and nodded: "Sir, please come with me."

After a while, Angel saw Dangros rolling on the ground in a backyard covered with rubies.

Dangelos closed his eyes and turned his whole hand over the exquisite ruby ​​with a look of enjoyment on his face. Beside it, there was an old apprentice wearing a fiery red wizard robe, sitting on a stone stool and reading a notebook. From time to time, he would lightly tap a red quill in the direction of Dangros. , and some fiery red liquid spilled over.

Dangelos did not dodge or avoid, looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan． ｃｏ Let the liquid soak into his skin, and then continue to roll on the gem, moaning while enjoying it, just like the addict above.

This picture was really unsightly, and Neia couldn't help but cough twice.

"Ahem."

The old apprentice, who was immersed in the letter, raised his head in confusion. When he saw Neia and the man behind her, he stood up in an instant.

"Big, big... man." The old apprentice lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"Is he Fritz?" Angel asked this because he saw a title - Boiling Blood Red Water - from the old apprentice's opened notebook.

The reason why Cypress Street was burned was that something unexpected happened when Fritz wanted to refine a material for boiling blood-red water.

Neia nodded: "Yes. Fritz was originally imprisoned by me, but in the morning Dangros came to plead for mercy, so I released him again, but ordered him to stay with Dangros."