Super Dimensional Wizard

He hadn't seen Sanders for nearly a month. When Angel saw him again, he was sitting on a chair by the window in the study with his legs crossed, basking in the sun.

He was dressed very neatly, almost the same as before, a complicated but strict black dress, black pants, black leather boots, white lace gloves, a short cane and a short cap.

The first glance was normal, but when Angel came closer, his eyebrows frowned.

Sanders's hat was pressed low, and from a distance, only his straight nose and thin lips with obvious linear shape could be seen under the shadow. But when he closed the study door and walked to Sanders, he faintly noticed something strange.

A black thread passed through his eyes covered by the shadow of his hat and hung by his ear.

In the past, Angel had seen a hanging chain fall on Sanders's ear, but it represented a single-sided spectacle, which was a standard accessory for many noble wizards. But this black line obviously has a cloth texture, and there is a clear gap between it and the metallic unilateral glasses.

"Teacher, I'm here." Angel whispered.

Sanders did not raise his head, still pressing the brim of his hat, letting the sun cast dappled light on his body: "Sit down, I was planning to test the alchemical illusion you refined, and you happened to be here, can you tell me about it? My experience while refining.”

"Of course, the experience I am referring to is not the alchemy technique, but the state of your refining. I want to try to find out whether the final expression of the mysterious concrete object has any internal connection with your state." Sanders said.

Angel said "hmm".

Sanders did not immediately start testing Angel's alchemical illusion, and still leaned back lazily on his chair: "You came to me this time, maybe not just for the alchemical illusion, right?"

Angel nodded. He originally wanted to ask about Sanders' situation these days, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't ask. He could only change the topic and whisper: "Teacher, I have initially mastered the Eye of Narda these days, and I have also identified the rhombus crystal that Little Spot gave me."

Sanders paused for a moment, then finally raised his head and looked at Angel with surprise.

Angel was about to tell the identification results, but when Sanders raised his head and saw his eyes under the shadow, Angel was suddenly stunned.

A hideous scar was drawn from Sanders' forehead, passed through his right eye, and finally settled on his cheekbone.

Sanders' entire right eye was covered in a black eyepatch, and the black line Angel saw earlier was the line of the eyepatch.

"Teacher, your eyes..."

Sanders took off his hat nonchalantly and put it on the table aside. Under the direct sunlight, Angel could see more clearly. The scar was not only hideous, but also full of terrifying, violent and chaotic energy.

Sanders touched the edge of the wound: "I suffered a small injury when I went to the nightmare world."

This short sentence, plain and calm, made Angel seem to see a bloody storm behind him.

While Sanders was speaking, the scar on his right eye was slowly drawing a drop of blood.

"There's energy left in the scar, so it's not healing very well," Sanders said.

Angel now understood that such a horrific scar showed no sign of healing a month after Sanders returned to the real world. No wonder Sanders had been avoiding it.

"Teacher, what is the area where the mysterious attic is? What did you encounter there?" Angel asked.

Sanders was silent for a while before speaking: "I didn't encounter anything."

"Nothing happened? What happened to the instructor's injury?"

"It's precisely because we didn't encounter anything that it was the scarier thing." Sanders smiled bitterly: "The area there shouldn't be the periphery, but it's not close to the core area. I don't know."

When Angel wanted to ask about something more specific, Sanders waved his hand: "Let's talk about the matter there later. I have already obtained the coordinates. I will give the wooden lock to Elisa next time I see her. You don’t have to worry about the Bloody Throne.”

Sanders didn't want to say anything. Angel knew that he wouldn't get any advice even if he asked, so he could only nod and never talk about it again.

"Are the instructor's injuries and eyes okay now?"

"The wound is healing, but the healing speed is very slow. As for the eyes... I have asked Flora to go out and find out for me. I am going to transplant an eye." Sanders lowered his head and smiled. Originally, he had not planned to transplant an eye. , because this eye color is a symbol of his family. But now I have to transplant, and there is nothing I can do about it.

"Don't talk about me, let's talk about you. The Eye of Narda is not so easy to learn. I didn't expect your progress to be so fast. I once heard a rumor that the current Southern Alchemy World, Sky Mechanical City The most powerful alchemist, the 'Mediocre' Muse, spent a month learning the Eye of Narda. You and him, it seems, are not far apart." Sanders put on his hat again and looked towards Angel: "Tell me, what was the result of your identification of the rhombus crystal?"

Sanders's evaluation is very high, but Angel himself knows very well that there is still a gap between him and the alchemy genius like Muse, and even the gap between him and Midora is not small. If he hadn't relied on the calculations of the Vientiane Axis and the Holographic Tablet, he would not have been able to successfully practice the Eye of Narda within a month.

However, it was naturally impossible for Angel to tell the details. He took out the rhombus crystal from the bracelet and answered Sanders' question: "There are many questions about this rhombus crystal, and I have not identified it. But the comprehensive results Based on the results and my personal speculation, I think the instructor’s initial guess may have been correct.”

Sanders' eyes narrowed: "What do you mean?"

"It should be a spiritual power that can be passed down." When Angel said this, he clearly felt Sanders's expression become serious.

And, in an instant. Angel could no longer hear the chirping of insects and birds outside, or the sound of wind in the forest.

He was dragged into the Gravity Garden by Sanders.

"In the outside world, anything you say may be recorded by the String of the World, the Wheel of Time and other general trends, so be careful with your words and actions." Sanders said in a solemn tone.

"Are you sure this is a kind of spiritual power that can be passed down?" Sanders took the diamond-shaped crystal and observed it carefully. He couldn't see anything inside, but he could only detect extremely obscure fluctuations.

"It can be passed down. I can be sure of this. Because this is the common denominator among all the results I have identified." Angele paused: "But the magical power of the soul is a combination of what I saw in the Sleepless City. It is inferred. Moreover, among the results of my appraisal, there is also one mention of the magical power of the soul."

Sanders knew that Angel killed Hook Dick, and also knew that the Dalmatian had absorbed Hook Dick's soul veins. Therefore, he actually believed in Angel's speculation.

"The magical power of the soul is inseparable, but until you know specifically what kind of magical power it is, don't touch it for the time being." Sanders returned the rhombus crystal to Angel.

Although it has not yet been determined whether Dalmatian transformed Hook Dick's soul veins, the soul's magical power that can be passed down has already confirmed the Dalmatian's powerful ability.

Sanders rarely showed regret, but he actually regretted it now. He should have taken the Dalmatian away by force when he was in the Sleepless City... What a pity.

Sanders thought for a while: "Is it a magical power of the soul, and what is this magical power of the soul... Just ask Nice, and you will naturally know."

Sanders is an action man. At this point, he took Angel and left Gravity Garden: "Let's go to Soul Valley to meet my old friend."

As he spoke, Sanders's face suddenly became distorted, and the hideous wound was covered by the nightmare and became intact again.

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He wanted to try and use the Eye of Narda to identify the results of an alchemical illusion containing mysterious objects.

After a while, Angel thoughtfully returned the falcon ornament to Sanders.

"What's the appraisal result?" Sanders leaned on the gondola seat and looked at Angel.

Angel hesitated for a moment: "When performing the Narda algorithm, I only saw one variable."

"This variable should be a mysterious object?" Sanders asked.

Angel nodded, with a confused look on his face: "It should be right. But the strange thing is that there is only one variable, but my final identification result was a failure. When I identified rhombus crystals, there were many variables, and in the end There are several sets of results...it’s so strange.”

"Does one variable make the entire identification result wrong?" Sanders thought for a moment: "The failure of the identification does not mean that it is more valuable than the rhombus crystal... The variable is equal to the unknown. Maybe the unknown is more limited than you. Think big.”

Angel roughly understood what Sanders meant.

Assume that this variable is an unknown number. Although there are many unknown numbers in the rhombus crystal, each unknown number has a limited range. For example, the limited range of "x" is. But the unknown number "y" of the mysterious concrete object is limited to negative infinity to positive infinity.

Although both are variables and unknown, their intervals are different, and the success rate of the final identification will change accordingly.

According to this inference, it makes sense. The mysterious figurative object is indeed a completely unknown variable.

"I wonder what results other alchemists would get if they appraised the alchemical illusion with mysterious objects?" Angel secretly speculated in his heart, would the appraisal also fail?

Angel did not continue to dwell on this issue, because the Soul Valley of Nice had already arrived.