Chapter 2650: Scorching sun

   Chapter 2650
  The story told by Angell was completely re-created after the results were known, and then reversed to find a relatively reasonable logical chain. I really want to pick out the flaws, because people's thinking is more linear, and it is actually relatively difficult to find the order in a timely manner.
   However, if we do not consider these deep-seated issues, simply looking at the two levels from the outside and the inside, Angel's inference can be established.
  Moreover, the final effect was even better than Angel's imagination.
  Sisia not only believed in Angel, but also made up some of his own brains, and also told the secrets about Margaret and the wise man... and Sisia’s brain supplements are most likely to be true.
  This actually corroborated Angel’s guess that the wise master must know about Margaret and Augustine, and even helped them to meet in secret.
  Even Dodolo's inspiration-"The wise man is not stupid", also pointed to this wise man.
  So, it is basically certain that the wise man must know the existence of that wall, and also know that it is the secret place left by Augustine. But it's a little hard to tell whether the wise have ever entered.
  Angel tends to be wise and never went in, because the refining of the key may not be difficult for the wise, but the alchemy omen is not so easy.
   However, even if a wise man had actually entered, Angel didn't care. It seems that what he is exploring is the wall in this world, but in fact his real goal is the wall in the nightmare world.
  But now the problem has returned to the original point. Even if it understands that the wise man is the key, it knows many secrets, but how to make him speak is still an unsolved problem.
  Angel spent a while to no avail, then looked at Sisia again.
  Although Sisiah always said not to use her name to slander her, Sisiah also made it clear just now that the identity of the wise man was comparable to that of her at the time. In other words, Sisia was definitely not a small person at the time, and even the dominance level had to be treated with care for its special status, otherwise Sisia would not be able to come into contact with Margarita so easily.
  The wise man has been helping Sisia to pay attention to the movements of the outside worshippers for so many years. From this it can also be seen that it has never slowed down on Sisia.
  So, if you really want to let the wise man speak, not only do you need to find the wood spirit, but you may also need Sisia as a help.
  Thinking about this, Angel said: "Miss Sisia wants to know the final outcome of your two best friends?"
   Sisia subconsciously replied: "Of course I want to know."
  Her two best friends of mankind are naturally very concerned.
   "Why are you asking me this question? Do you still know?"
   "Naturally I don't know." Angel: "However, since Miss Sisia also wants to know their final ending, she is actually on the same road with us. Because now the only one who knows all the truth is the wise ruler."
   Sisiah frowned: "So what? You still want me to help you ask the wise master? Or, in my name, let the wise master speak?"
   Sisiah shook her head: "Even if I promised, the wise man would not be able to tell you."
  "Do you think I have not asked a wise man about the two of them in these years? Every time a wise man comes over, I will ask, but it never gave me any answer. So, it's useless for you to ask me."
Angel: "It stands to reason that although your two best friends have very special identities, they are not so special. But the wise master does not answer your question about the two of them at all. Isn't there a clue here? ?"
  After Angel finished speaking, the air suddenly plunged into a moment of condensation.
After a while, Sisiah spoke softly.
   "How can I not understand what you said?" Sisia leaned on the throne, eyes hidden in the shadow of the hair, and the emotions revealed between the light and shadow were full of helplessness.
"Just, what can I do? My consciousness can't even leave this platform. All my news to the outside world can only be relayed by the wise master... Ten thousand years, long lonely days, the only thing I can do , Can only think of things in a good direction."
  Sisia curled up her feet and buried her head in her knees, her voice low and emotionally depressed.
  Angel can probably guess the unspeakable words that Sisiah hides in the words.
  The former Sisia and the wise dominate may be on the same level, but after transforming the box, Sisia's status not only plummeted, but she could do nothing and knew nothing about the outside world.
  Only the wise master can help her obtain information from the outside world.
  So, even if Sisia knows, the wise master must know the whereabouts of Margaret and Augustine, but she can't force the wise master to answer. With a torn face, it is very likely that even this last channel to communicate with the outside world will disappear.
  Therefore, there is only one thing Sisia can do: pray silently in the dark, hoping that things will develop in a good direction.
   Feeling the sad emotions from Sisia, Anger suddenly understood Sisia a little at this time. Ten thousand years is only a number for Ingres, but for Sisia, it is a real experience.
  She once said that Marguerite is a caged bird, but now she is not a caged bird? Moreover, she may be in a worse situation than Margaret has encountered. This box is not only her body, but also a cage, which has trapped her for thousands of years.
  Angel used to complain about Sisia’s IQ drop. In fact, now that Sisia can maintain a normal mind for tens of thousands of years, it’s not easy.
Thinking of this, Angel's voice softened unconsciously: "You can't do it, just because you are limited in the range of movement, there is no way to solve this for the time being. But, now we are here, we can do it for you. "
  Sisia raised her head to look at Angel, and chuckled: "What can you do? You might not even find the wood spirit, how can you let the wise man dominate?"
  Angel solemnly said: "I can't guarantee other people, but I can definitely do it."
   "Just you? Why?"
  Angel replied in a serious manner: "Of course it is because I am a genius."
   Sisia rolled her eyes, too lazy to take this kind of non-nutritious nonsense.
Angel continued: "I can get the source fire and find the source of worship, do you think it is accidental? I can let you meet Popota, and it's in your box, aren't you surprised? Few people can understand the alchemy blueprint of the secret key, but I just understand it, and I refined it. Is this also a coincidence?"
   "If I said that I can do it, I will definitely be able to do it."
  Angel’s remarks weren't so sonorous, and they weren't too loud, they were just flat and straightforward. But Sisia just inexplicably felt Anger's self-confidence hidden deep in his heart.
  This kind of self-confidence is not absurd, nor is it groundless for no reason, it is more like an alternative power, derived from the power in Angel's heart.
  This is a feeling that is difficult to describe, but it has a strange touch to Sisia.
  A young man who is less than twenty years old is burning with self-confidence like the sun.
  The long-lost "juvenile spirit", like a flaming fire, swept into Sisia's lonely heart all the year round.
  She was silent for a moment, turned her head and said: "Who do you think you are?"
   "I don't think who I am, but why can't I do it?" Angel asked, his eyes still bright as before.
  Sisia was silent for longer this time, and after a while, she said, "What are you going to do?"
   Although Sisiah did not say anything, Angel understood that she could barely be regarded as a "conspiracy."
   "I hope Miss Sisia can tell me in detail about everything that the wise dominate."
  Sisia: "Yes, but what I said can only be based on the content that is not restricted by the pledge."
  Angel: "I understand this."
   Sisia: "What then? After telling you about it, what are you going to do?"
  Angel touched his chin, and said in an innocent tone: "Well...I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it then."
   Sisiah was speechless for a while: "..." She really met a ghost, so she ignited like the so-called hot sun. Look, the cold water is directly on top, it's freezing cold.
  Angel: "Don't look at me with this expression of mourning, I really didn't think about it. At least, I have to catch the wood spirit first, and then slowly think about the next thing."
   Sisiah snorted coldly: "Then I want to see, how long will you find Wood Spirit."
  Angel was very confident: "Quickly."
  Sisia did not pick up the problem, and continued: "Are you planning to listen to things ruled by the wise?"
  Angel: "This can be waited until you see Popota. But before I see Popota, I have a question for you."
  Sisia doesn’t matter anymore, waving his hand: "Ask."
   "If I let you meet the wise man, can you get the answer out of his mouth?"
   Sisiah wondered: "What do you mean? Are you still planning to let the wise man come and find me?"
  Angel smiled deeply: "This question, after you go to see Popota, you will understand."
"Now, is Miss Sisia still lacking? If there is no shortage, it is time to see Popota. He estimated that he has been waiting for a long time. Although it is normal to wait for your ancestor as a younger generation, it is the first meeting after ten thousand years. , Do you wish to make a bad impression on Popota?"
Sisiah was still a little bit timid and hesitant, but after listening to Angel's words, she couldn't help but squinted at him: "Ancestor, a witch-eyed ghost! I'm not much older than you, based on the age before Huaxia! "
  "When I was an ordinary person, I was not much younger than when I became an official wizard now. Let me think about it, it’s smaller..."
"To shut up!"
  Angel: "According to your logic, it's really hard to understand why I shut up."
  Sicia gritted her teeth and squeezed her fists, and a deformed voice floated from her teeth: "I don't want to care about you now, let's talk, how should I see Popota, where is he now?"
  Angel smiled and the sun was shining:
   "In a dream."
  ……
  When Sisia stepped on the bridge of dreams, her ears seemed to be echoing with Angel’s incomparable words: Popota, in the dream~
Sisia suppressed the emotions he wanted to explode, looking at this long-lost dream bridge, frowning: "This is indeed a dream bridge, but it seems to be different from the past. Is it really meeting in a dream? Ann? Gore or the wizard of dreams?"
  If it is really in a dream, this is not a good thing.
  Dream wizards were not well-known thousands of years ago, but they are well-known for creating various traps in their dreams to trap other people.
  There are many stories about dream wizards who lure them into the bait by creating intimate lovers in their dreams.
  Sisia didn't want to see the so-called "Popota", a false person created by Angel in his dream.
  Sisia wanted to quit Dream Bridge now, but after thinking about it again and again, she finally resisted it.
  Since the casket, the soul can no longer perceive. Since then, Sisia has never dreamed again, and even said that she has never really fallen asleep. The so-called dormancy in her mouth is just closing her eyes and emptying her mind, imagining herself in a world of nothingness, so as to kill time... Although she opened her eyes, it was actually nothingness.
  So, when she re-entered her dream and saw the long-awaited Dream Bridge, Sisia still hesitated.
   "Even if it is a dream, let me see what step you can do..."
  Sisia thought of this, no longer hesitated, and walked forward step by step, until the figure sank into the door of the dreamland floating with gloom...
  ……
  Sisia has been in the Wilderness of Dreams for ten minutes.
  In other words, I stayed for ten minutes in a very simple, cramped room in the Wilderness of Dreams.
  In these ten minutes, she just touched her body repeatedly, as well as the touch of various materials of walls, tables, and floors.
  This kind of tangible touch has not been felt by Sisia since it was transformed into the box.
   "Am I dreaming?" Sisia's palms were united, rubbing against each other, the soft touch seemed to go back to ten thousand years ago.
   "Yes, I was dreaming! This is a dream created by Angel!" Sisia reacted quickly.
After that, Sisiah's doubts became even greater: can the wizard of dreams tens of thousands of years later be able to make dreams to such an extent? This level can no longer be described as ‘realistic’, on the contrary, it’s like it is true.
  What happened?
  After ten minutes, Sisia finally moved, and she was going to ask Anger.
  Since Angel is the wizard of dreams, he must be here. Maybe, he was still looking at himself in the dark.
  Thinking of this, Sisia pushed open the door of this narrow room.
  Outside the room, there is a corridor.
  The corridor is very bright, not by candlelight, but by the sunlight outside the window, bringing in natural and comfortable brightness.
  Sisia walked to the window step by step, and when the sun shone on her, she suddenly met her unexpectedly without knowing how many years of warmth.
  Looking at the garden outside the window, as well as the buildings bathed in sunlight in the distance... Even if Sisia knew that these were "fake", she just felt inexplicably wanting to cry.
  Crying, this is also a long-lost feeling, the nose is sour, the eyes are wet... the original feeling of crying will be so obvious. When she was alive, she never realized this emotion in detail.
  Sisia stood in front of the window for a long time. She wanted to jump out of the window and embrace the long-lost blue sky outside.
  But, she held back.
  "Angel is definitely looking at himself, can't do this, can't do this. You will be laughed at, you will be laughed at. You must be calm, calm." Sisiah kept repeating this sentence in her heart.
  Finally, under the influence of her self-esteem, Sisia held her heart's direction-the urge to jump out of the window, but instead left the window and walked deep into the corridor.
  This corridor is just one road, and she can even see the brown wooden door opened at the end of the road, and the red hanging curtain on the edge of the door frame.
  Have a curtain? It should be the lobby?
  That, Angel should be there?
  With these doubts, Sisia continued to walk forward. Soon, she came to the door at the end of the corridor.
  However, when Sisia passed through the gate, she did not see Angel, but a...familiar figure.
  (End of this chapter)