Chapter 2769: poet

  Chapter 2769 Poet
  Since the opponent is still in the hunt, it is simple. As long as the hunting area is continuously reduced, it is equivalent to suppressing the opponent's activity space. In the end, it will inevitably be forced to show up because the activity scope is too narrow.
  In order to let the hidden creature relax its vigilance, Angel told Su Ling to stay still, and they continued to move forward at the same pace as before.
  At the beginning, the opponent hadn't noticed that Angel had deployed a defensive net behind him, so he still just moved slowly.
  But as Angel and the others moved faster and faster, the opponent also noticed something was wrong and began to move quickly.
  At the same time, Mu Ling was also in Angel's palm, writing a line with tiny vines: It was running.
  While Mu Ling slowly wrote this typesetting, Angel vaguely felt that the defensive net behind him had been touched by something. He looked back, but saw nothing.
  At this time, after Mu Ling wrote the previous set of characters, he began to write new characters: it hit and ran back.
   Seeing this typesetting, Angel was convinced that the previous defensive net did hit the hidden creature. It's just that the response was completely untimely at the time. As for waiting for Mu Ling's judgment? Not even better. After Mu Ling finished writing that typesetting, Anger felt that the defensive net was collided, and several seconds had passed.
   Therefore, Mu Ling's words can only be used as a reference to reproduce the old news, and it is basically impossible to be a live commentary.
  Since the opponent had noticed that something was wrong, Angel did not let Su Ling stay where it was, instead letting it move forward with a defensive net intertwined with wind.
  In this way, Anger and Su Ling walked towards each other at the same time, and the range of motion of the hidden creature was compressed faster.
   More than ten seconds later, Angel and Su Ling are only less than 20 meters apart.
   And these 20 meters is the "final circle" of the hunting range.
  Angel stopped, and at the same time, signaled Su Ling to stop moving.
  It's not that Angel is stunned, but a range of 20 meters is a more suitable distance. If you continue to limit it, you will feel more oppressive to the other party.
  If the other person is really a "surprise" given to them by the wise man, then leaving a little room for the other person is also a kind of respect.
  As for whether the other party wants this room or not, you can see how it reacts next.
  After Angel stopped, he was ready to wait for the opponent to respond. However, before waiting for the opponent's reaction, he waited for Dorks' countdown.
   "Ten, nine, eight..."
  Angel glanced at Dorks, who gave him a look, secretly made a "no problem" gesture, and continued the countdown.
  Angel also understands what Dox meant, this is the last message to the hidden creature.
  Obviously, Dox knew what Angel meant by stopping, but he probably felt that he gave the other party room and couldn’t be unrestricted. So I took the initiative to join these ten countdowns, and continued to impose a sense of psychological urgency through the rhythm of the countdown.
  Angel didn’t stop it... anyway, he couldn’t stop it, so he let Dox count down.
  When Docks counted the first five counts, the rhythm was slow and regular, but when he reached the last five counts, he suddenly changed his speed and accelerated the rhythm of his thoughts.
  This method of changing the rhythm is also a common method in psychology... However, the "commonly used" here refers to the social aspect.
  Angel is rather curious, where did Docks learn this technique?
  Is being taught a lesson, and then learning after knowing the shame? Or should you take the initiative to learn this method and want to use it in other people's hands?
  No matter what the answer is, Angel thinks that if Dorks follows him in the future, it’s better to keep women away from him...
  When Angel's Immortal galloped wildly, Dox's countdown entered the last three numbers.
  But before Docks counted these three numbers, everyone heard an unfamiliar voice in their ears.
  "Hunter looking for treasure, your countdown puzzles me. Do you want to witness my coming with your own eyes?"
  This voice has a clear accent, um...it’s a poet’s accent. It seems to be an intentional way of learning aria. From the perspective of voice, it belongs to a clear, youthful voice.
  The "treasure hunter hunter" named by the other party, plus the key information of "countdown", is basically certain that it is talking to Dox.
  However, Dorks’ expression was confused: "Huh?"
  "Hunter looking for treasure, I will realize your wish, but can you pay the price of this wish?"
  The voice fell, and Dorks was just about to say "My wish is not to witness your coming", but before he could say it, a shadow appeared in front of everyone.
  This is a young man wearing a green robe, a harp in his hand, and an elegant flat hat.
  A look at the dress, it is the appearance of a bard.
  As for the appearance, I didn’t see it too real, because he was wearing a mask. The mask is not complete, it only covers the right eye and one-third of the face. The rest of the uncovered area looks okay, as if he is a handsome young man.
  After the poet holding the harp appeared, his gaze was still staring at Dorks: "I have come, and now it's time for me to ask for the price."
  Docks looked contemptuous: "Who ever wanted to witness your coming, this is not my wish."
  The poet completely ignored Dox’s arguments and continued: "The price you need to pay is..."
   After a pause, the poet randomly played the harp, and everyone saw that in front of Docks, a complicated formula derivation appeared.
  This formula has been derived at least sixty times, and a whole wall of light has been densely covered.
  At the end of this formula, there is an equal sign, followed by a big question mark.
  "Solve the formula and give an interpretation. This is the price you have to pay." The poet finished speaking, and closed his eyes against the wall.
   Only Dorks looked dumbfounded at the light wall in front of him.
   "What the is going on? This bard is the creature that was hidden just now?" Docks asked in the psychic band.
  Angel: "Yes, but not all."
  Angel’s answer was full of contradictions. Not only did Dorks fail to understand, everyone else looked at Angel in confusion.
  Angel: "According to Mu Ling, when the bard appeared, the hidden breath disappeared."
  Dox: "What does this mean? Poets are hidden creatures?"
  Angel shook his head: "I further inquired about the place where the hidden creature disappeared, and found an anomaly. The place where its breath disappeared showed signs of activation of the magical energy array."
  Dox: "Magic Array? You mean..."
Angel: "Most of the wise men dominate the shots. Only the wise men can activate the magic energy array from the core node, and the magic energy array activated from the core node can limit the transmission of energy fluctuations, which we have not felt before. The reason why the magic array was activated."
  It would be difficult to find this if it hadn’t been checked by Angel carefully.
   "The wise man takes control, is there any connection with this poet?" Wai asked curiously.
  Angel: "Although the wise master has activated the magic array, the place where the concealed creature disappeared just now cannot be shuttled in space, that is, the opponent is likely to be still nearby."
   "However, there is no wood spirit derivative aura around, so the opponent's location may be between the magic circle and reality."
"As for the poet, because he doesn't have the breath of wood spirit derivatives, he is not the hidden creature before, or to be precise, not all." Angel: "But he can't appear out of thin air, so the probability is that. A method developed by concealed creatures."
   "This method is for me to solve the problem?!" Dox's shocked emotions can even be felt by everyone through the mind tie.
  Angel was also a little puzzled about this, so he chose to be silent this time.
  Way said at this moment: "I just noticed that from beginning to end, the poet only talked to Dox, and no one else looked at it."
  Dox: "So what?"
  Way: "So I think he is here specifically for you."
  Dox still didn’t understand. At this time, Earl Black said:
If you want to know the truth, you can solve this puzzle. If you are not interested in the truth, then we can move on.

  Earl Black was right. They could ignore the poet and move on.
  However, if the poet is the "surprise" that the wise master said, Dox doesn't want to miss it so unclearly.
  For wandering wizards, "missing" can make them remember for a lifetime.
  To put it bluntly, Docks wants to profit from the poet. If he missed it, when he dreams back at midnight in the future, he will probably continue to start with "If I didn't miss it" as the head, and start sighing and self-criticism.
   "Then solve the problem? But, the title of this problem...I can't understand it."
  Dox directly avoided the "keep going" option, and everyone guessed what he was thinking. But no one clicked, because they were also very curious about what this so-called surprise would be.
   "The surface is a variation of the Tao Mihba puzzle. It is not too difficult." It was Kael who had not said anything before.
  Dox turned his head and stared at Kael with bright eyes.
  Although Dox did not speak, his meaning had been conveyed to Kael through his longing eyes.
  Kael hesitated: "Then I will try?"
  Dokes: "Okay, you say I will write."
  The next time, it became Kael's calculation in his heart, while Dox copied it, and after the copy, he continued to do nothing to wait for the next derivation.
   "This is actually hitting Kael's profession." Angel sighed slightly beside him.
   Tao Mihba puzzle is a number theory that appeared a long time ago, but it can actually be summarized in arithmetic. However, if it is applied to transcendental structures, then this is a typical space science puzzle.
The   space department is not as pleasant as outsiders think, because this is a department that places great emphasis on arithmetic talent.
  When space wizards fight, no matter where they are, they must do a large number of brain-compensation calculations according to local conditions, so as to construct a perfect and adapted spatial structure.
  And once the space structure has a problem, the consequences can be more scary than other backlashes, and it may even cause a local space rebound.
  This has led to the fact that the wizards of the Space Department are all geniuses in calculation.
  And those who are not geniuses are eliminated...
   "But, even if you don't have Kael, can you help?" Earl Black asked.
  Black Earl is not indiscriminate. Angel's ability to analyze space is very strong. Before that, he even stepped into the dangerous void full of cracks with Kael.
   Coupled with the instant spatial movement technique used by Angel, it can be seen from these details that Angel must be familiar with space science.
  Also, the giant departments that are proficient in arithmetic, in addition to the space department, are the epigraphy and the magic line, and Angel directly accounted for the latter two.
  Angel did not directly answer Earl Black, but said with a smile: "The poem is written neatly, which is a bit far-fetched."
  Earl Black also smiled: "Is this a poem?"
  Angel: "As long as you can break sentences, any expression can become a poem."
  Way, who has been listening to the chat, just feels confused at this time. The conversation between Anger and Earl Black was still understandable at first, but since Anger started talking about "poetry" without end, he couldn't understand it at all. It seemed to be a dialogue between two worlds. .
  As Wye tried to think about the connection, Kael’s surprise voice came from the psychic band:
   "It's solved, this is the final expression. Now only the analysis is left!" After a while, Wai suddenly said, "...This seems to be a poem?"
   "Feng'er moved his soft long hair and blew it up, blowing that moving tune."
   "Go and listen, it's the wind singing."
   "Go and cheer, that is a ballad written by Feng."
   "For the everlasting vine green, let's sing together... Luigi's wind in the wind."
  Way parsed while Dox wrote.
  At the same time, Docks is also complaining: Is this also called poetry? Are you moaning without illness? What is Luigi’s Wind in the Wind?
  Waiting for the last stroke, water lines appeared on the light wall in front of Docks. After the water ripples, the light wall disappeared, and a burst of aria came from my ears.
  It is the poet who suddenly appeared before that sings the tune, and what he sings is the poem that Wye parsed out...?
   Soon, the poet sang the last sentence in a beautiful voice: "For the everlasting vine, let’s chant... Luigi’s Wind in the Wind."
  The moment the voice fell, the poet flicked the clarinet to end the tune.
   Then he held the recorder horizontally, stroked his chest with one hand, and bowed gently to Dorks: "I accept your price. You should feel honored that such a beautiful poem can be born in your pen."
  Dox: …No, it’s not an honor at all.
   "Finally, I hope you can remember my name, my name is... Luigi."
  As the voice fell, the poet named Luigi disappeared into countless spots of light.
  Only a broken mask was left on the ground.
  (End of this chapter)