Super Dimensional Wizard

Angel used his mental power to sense the general layout of the castle.

After sensing it, Angel's face looked a little heavy.

"Sir, have you noticed anything?" Ms. Mello's observation skills were very meticulous, and she immediately noticed the change in Angel's expression. On the surface, it was an inquiry, but more of a word of concern.

Angel: "It's okay. I found the way to the upper level. Come with me."

Angel didn't say much and turned to lead the way.

Because of what happened with the human body carousel just now, everyone was still in a daze. They all took the initiative to become silent and just followed Angel quietly.

Soon, they came to a corridor.

Occasionally, servants with lowered heads passed by in the corridor, but overall, this corridor was at least relatively peaceful in everyone's eyes.

However, this is just what they think.

There are occasional paintings on both sides of the corridor. There is nothing uncomfortable about the content of the painting, but rather a sense of innocence.

Everyone looked at these paintings and seemed to have calmed down a little. Some people were discussing in low voices which painting looked better.

Only Sybil noticed that Ms. Merlot frowned slightly when she looked at the painting.

Sybil once learned etiquette from Ms. Merlot and spent a long time with her. She admired and understood this elegant and calm teacher very well. Ms. Merlot was very particular about etiquette, and frowning was a slightly impolite behavior unless it was a deliberate expression of unwarranted treatment by some nobles at a banquet.

Sybil could tell that Ms. Mello's frown was a subconscious action. She didn't seem to like those paintings, even...a little disgusted.

After coming to this conclusion, Sybil looked at the paintings in the corridor with a little more attention.

When passing another painting that looked full of sunshine and rain, Sybil asked quietly: "Can I touch this painting?"

The person Sybil asked was naturally Ms. Merlot. However, before Ms. Merlot could respond, Angel stopped first: "Why do you want to touch this painting? Because you like it?"

Sybil opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer. In fact, she didn't find anything. She just wanted to find out why Ms. Merlot didn't like these paintings and whether there was something fishy about them.

Seeing Sybil's hesitant behavior, Angel probably understood? Sybil probably didn't know the truth yet? He probably noticed something from some details.

Thinking of this? Angel said softly: "You can touch it if you want? There are no mechanisms on these paintings."

Sybil glanced at Ms. Merlot again, but Ms. Merlot avoided her eyes and remained silent.

Sybil paused for two seconds. Out of curiosity, she still reached out and touched the painting of sunshine and rain.

After touching it? Sybil's expression was slightly confused.

However, before Sybil could say anything, Angel turned around and said, "Just keep walking after touching her. Don't delay."

Did everyone follow? Perhaps it was Sybil's behavior of touching the painting that attracted Angel's attention? This group of talented people who did not notice any abnormalities also began to be curious about the painting. However, they did not dare to touch it at will, so they could only approach Sibyl and hope to get answers from Sibyl.

The fat man was the first to ask, but Sybil ignored him. In other words, along the way? Sybil basically ignored other talented people, especially men.

It’s not that I have a negative opinion about men. I simply think that men of this age, boys of twelve or thirteen, are too naive. Especially a boy with gauze wrapped around his hand? Not only is he naive? He also has daytime paranoia.

When the fat man saw that Sybil ignored him, although he was a little angry, he did not dare to get angry. They all saw the relationship between Sybil and Ms. Merlot.

But they were really itchy and curious about what Sybil touched, so the fat man looked at Amisha who was aside.

Amisha is not as aloof as Sybil. She can communicate and get along with others calmly, but at a distance.

Amisha understood the look in Fatty's eyes.

In fact, she was also curious about the paintings. After thinking about it, she walked to Sibyl and whispered: "It has nothing to do with anyone else. I'm just curious. What did you find in those paintings?"

Sybil didn't have much objection to Amesha. She thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I didn't find anything..."

Amisha was stunned for a moment: "Then why did you look confused when you touched the painting just now?"

Sybil did not hide anything and said bluntly: "I just feel that the drawing paper does not feel like ordinary paper. It is very warm and smooth and feels good. Because I usually draw, and I still have some understanding of drawing paper. I’ve never touched this type of paper, so I guess it’s some kind of high-end drawing paper that’s not accessible to me at this level.”

What Sybil means is that this may be some kind of drawing paper that only exists in the wizarding world.

After she finished speaking, she looked specifically at Ms. Mello, hoping to get an answer from Ms. Mello.

However, Ms. Mello didn't seem to hear their conversation and still didn't speak.

Ms. Mello's performance made Sybil even more curious. Relying on her relationship as a former student of Ms. Mello, Sybil came to Ms. Mello and directly asked about her doubts.

Seeing that she couldn't hide, Ms. Melo sighed secretly in her heart, and finally spoke, but she didn't point it out clearly, but took a detour: "I remember that before you left, I went with you to see your mother. Your mother was Is that your brother you’re holding in your arms?”

Sybil nodded.

"Have you ever hugged your brother?" Ms. Mero's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But Sybil was by her side and still heard Ms. Mello's words.

Her brother was born at the end of last year, and he was still in the harmless infant stage. He was not disgusting, so Sybil had naturally hugged him. However, Sybil was a little confused. What did Ms. Merlot mean when she suddenly said this?

"You will understand when you recall the feeling when you hugged your brother."

Sybil repeated in a low voice: "How does it feel when you hold your brother?"

Delicate, moist, light and soft, with a little force, it can leave a red mark on the delicate skin, but the feel is absolutely superb.

Feel? Gentle? exquisite? !

Sybil raised her head suddenly and looked at Ms. Mello with astonished eyes: "Is it the touch of skin?"

Sybil looked back at this long corridor. There was a painting every few steps. In total, there were at least dozens or even hundreds of paintings: "Are these all?"

Now that Ms. Melo has said this, she no longer hides anything and nods: "They are all, and they are all paintings made with the skin of the baby's back."

Hearing this, not only Sybil was shocked and speechless, but the other gifted people were also speechless.

According to this logic, wouldn't the size of the painting be the age of the baby?

So the smaller the painting is, it means that the baby may have just been born, or even not yet full years old?

Thinking of this, their eyes turned to a nearby painting.

The size of the painting is about the size of two human hands combined, and it is still calculated as a woman. The painting was extremely small, with an innocent and cute child painted on it... But at this time, no one felt that there was any trace of innocence in the painting.

Looking at the happy smile of the child in the painting, Amisha even covered her mouth and had the tendency to vomit.

The situation of other people is similar to that of Amisha. Even if they are not physically injured, the psychological impact is difficult to heal in a short time, and may even be remembered for years or decades...

At this time, Angel, who was walking at the forefront, his expression had not changed at all, but it was difficult for outsiders to know what he was thinking in his heart.

Angel: "Is this what you call art?"

The other end of the psychic belt: "Huh? What did you see? A gallery or a specimen corridor?"

Angel: "Gallery."

Doakes: "Oh, those paintings made of skin? Well, in the realm of perversion, maybe art. But barely, in my opinion."

Angel: "So, you don't think you are a pervert?"

Doakes: "I haven't reached that level yet. But to be honest, these perverts who play with the human body are actually very childish. I saw a Karabit wizard's laboratory, and that's what really impressed me. Open your eyes, those..."

"I don't want to hear these irrelevant details." Angel paused: "Then what is the art you mentioned before? Human body turntable?"

Doakes: "Of course not. Didn't I show you my imitation before? That's art!"

"The Hanged Man?" Angel asked doubtfully.

Doakes replied with some excitement: "Isn't your ultimate goal the two talented people? If you understand me, you will understand why I said, that is art! I believe you understand me, after all, we are Friends."

Perhaps because he felt that this sentence was a bit too arbitrary, Doakes quickly added: "Of course, even if you don't understand me, you are still a friend. There should be some spiritual distance between friends, just like lovers, and they will have more room for daydreams. "

Angel: "..." A space for reverie? It’s just a wild imagination!

He ignored Doakes, but the conversation with Doakes made Angel's depressed heart slightly relieved. He is also a little curious now, what does Doakes's so-called art look like?

Could Blazer and Crouch survive under such art?

…

After walking through the human skin gallery that made everyone's hair stand on end, they finally saw the stairs going up.

There is a person standing on every third step of the stairs. From here, there are about eight people.

These people are holding all kinds of strange things in their hands, either weird clothes, shoes with steel nails, or bear knives with blood grooves...

There is no doubt that they all serve the princess.

When the princess goes up to the second floor, she will probably change her clothes at this staircase while going upstairs?

Although there were people on the stairs, the strength of these people was not very high. Angel led everyone upstairs without anyone noticing.

After arriving on the second floor, Angel turned right and entered a corridor again.

There are no paintings in this corridor, but pots of brilliant flowers are occasionally placed on both sides. These flowers either smell poisonous or are carnivorous.

The effect is self-evident.

Because of the illusion, no one could see the power of these flowers. However, after Ms. Melo's explanation, everyone's hearts finally lifted again.

Sure enough, every place in the Princess's castle cannot be simple.

With this idea, everyone came to the end of the flower corridor, where there was a double door. Next to the door, the function behind the door is thoughtfully written with a love label: specimen room.

The font is crooked, like it was written by a child.

Everyone was a little frightened when they saw the word "specimen". What would be the specimen in the Princess's castle? Various human bodies?

While others were still mentally preparing, Angel opened the door without hesitation.

It is said to be a specimen room, but it is actually a specimen corridor. At the end is the staircase to the third floor. The princess's room is on the third floor, so you have to walk through the specimen room no matter what.

When Angel and Doakes were chatting, the other party clearly mentioned the gallery and specimen corridor.

At least, in Doakes' eyes, the two are probably on par.

So what will the specimen here be?

When Angel walked in and saw it for the first time, his pupils shrank slightly. Even though I had speculated, when I actually saw it, I still couldn't control my emotions.

I saw that the walls on both sides of [Long Teng] were filled with densely packed heads.

These heads are all those of babies. There are men and women, and the skin comes in various colors, arranged in a certain color spectrum, which is both a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder and a perverted obsession.

Even Angel almost showed his emotions, let alone the others.

There are those who are retching, their legs are weak, and they are even scared to cry.

Fortunately, they hadn't eaten much in the past few days, otherwise they would have vomited all over the floor. However, they still spit out some bile, but under Angel's control, it was all evaporated by Ermi's fire.

Ms. Mello's face was also ugly. Even if she wasn't afraid of heads, she would probably be attacked by trypophobia.

Looking at the people who couldn't move, Angel sighed and added some power to soothe their emotions to the illusions around them.

Although it was effective to soothe their emotions, everyone's faces were still pale and they did not dare to step forward. Because the heads and eyes of these babies are open, walking among them seems to be being watched by them.

"Let me go. If your legs are weak, others will support you. You have to watch even if you don't want to." Ms. Mello said in a rare stern tone: "Or do you want the princess who has finished her meal to wait on you?"

Perhaps Ms. Mello's threat had an effect, and everyone walked in anyway.

The specimen corridor was almost as long as the gallery. Along the way, Angel somewhat understood what perverted "art" was.

At first, it was just a baby's head, and then as it got older, it went from a child to a teenager, then to a young man, to middle age, and finally to an old man.

The expressions of these people also ranged from crying to laughing, and they were treated specially to make them look like living people.

The overall transition is very natural, find bookstore www.zhaosｈhuyuan.com Moreover, the hair color and skin color are arranged according to the color spectrum, ignoring the "head" aspect. The colors of the entire corridor are very bright and... lively.

However, probably very few people understand this "art". At least this time, there is no one who can understand among the talented people.

Perhaps Guina and Feng Man, whom Angel brought back, would understand?

After walking through this bright but inexplicably depressing corridor, the stairs to the third floor appeared in front of them.

There is no one on this staircase, but there is a mechanism on the staircase. You have to go to the right place to go up to the third floor, otherwise you will trigger the trap and fall into a bone-breaking kitchen on the lower floor.

As for these locations that would not trigger the mechanism, Angel looked at them and roughly knew the situation.

All the correct positions are some walking and jumping positions. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and sometimes separated by a step.

Judging from the landing point, it is very similar to the jumping route of some mentally retarded children.

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