Chapter 660: Consciousness limit

Chapter 660 Limitations of Sentiment
Recalling the bare mysterious mountain.
Angel is curious: "Is there a concept of dying in the mysterious mountain?"
Sanders shook his head: "Should not. I was on the mountain just now, and I didn't feel the breath of death. I want to have nothing to do with dying."
Since it is not dying, what will it be? Is it ridiculous, or is it not a grass?
When Angler guessed himself, Sanders said: "Now guessing is not accurate. What is specific? After Grecia realizes, I will definitely find you. By then, you will know."
Anger nodded and no longer asked questions about this issue. However, he still wonders about the triggering of mysterious figurative objects. "Is this comprehension technique only possible with the mysterious figurative objects of the concept class? Other mysterious figurative objects do not have this function?"

Why do you say that?

"I have experimented with dozens of alchemy illusions. Although the feelings of the mysterious figuratives have been triggered, the activity of the brain has increased. Under the information torrent, it seems that the quotation can be advertised and some sentiments are added. But it is really necessary to talk about a technique. Law, it seems unlikely." Anger looked confused.
"I don't know about this." Sanders: "I need to see more mysterious figurative objects. After analyzing and comparing, maybe there is a corresponding answer. However, when I can understand the dying, it is not Really understand by the air, those information torrents are my own knowledge, comprehensive my knowledge, the creation of this withering."
"As for why you didn't understand the technique, probably..."
Saunders has already reached this point, how can Anger not understand. What Sanders wants to say is that the knowledge is not deep enough.
Angel also acknowledged this.
However, considering the knowledge of alchemy alone, Angel felt that it should be more than Sanders. If you can create a technique out of thin air, you should be able to create an alchemy.
But in fact not, perhaps this creative method has a property limit? Can't you create alchemy?
When Anger thought of "restriction", suddenly the flash of light flashed, and he remembered his experience in the small spot. The intertwining of various laws has experienced the birth and decline of various civilizations... Perhaps this comprehension technique is actually defined within the existing rules of the small spots themselves. After all, the mysterious meaning he realized was originally from small spots.
This is purely an anticipation of Angel.
The only way to verify, is to revisit the mysterious meaning of a new mysterious thing, and then to integrate the new mysterious meaning into the illusion.
This is more difficult. Even if he gets a new mysterious thing, he will not be able to comprehend the mysterious meaning. At that time, the mysterious core of the small spot is completely undefended, and he can understand the inside. Other mysterious things, he wants to enter the core, it is estimated that it will directly destroy the mysterious things, and does not say that such value is worthless, and finally destroying the mysterious things may not always be able to understand the mysterious meaning.
Therefore, this speculation is also difficult to achieve.
Anger thought that he would return to the old mainland after a while, and then he would look for the promise made by Froude: the dream conch on the Moonlight Coast.
If all goes well, then he will be a mysterious thing. Perhaps you can try to understand the mysterious meaning of the dream conch.
Anger originally wanted to tell Sanders his own thoughts, but after thinking about it for a moment, he still slammed it down. After all, it was just a guess. It was not too late after the experiment.
When there was a cloud of fire on the day, they were only able to let go of the conversation about the mysterious figurative objects.
"If you want to create something terrifying in the future, it is best to give me a preparation first, don't be so caught off guard, let me not even think about how to deal with it." Sanders sighed: "Why do I always feel, You are not letting me worry more than Fullola."
Anger said something embarrassed: "I didn't expect it to work so well..."
"Forget it, you pay attention to it. The people I was worried about the underground ants are now more worried than the group of snakes and babies, I am more worried that you are stared by some old guys who don't come out all the time." Sanders Sigh a sigh: "You are not going to do alchemy, think of ways to refine some props that can protect yourself."
Anger nodded, and he really should refine something for himself. After all, he would soon leave the barbarian cave. It’s not a breeze to travel through the Devil’s Sea.
"You know it, then go back first. If you need books in the study, you can take it back." Sanders said.
"If you don't use books, you don't need them for a while." Angel got up and said with a slight hesitation: "Guide, are you going to go to the border now?"
"Wait, there are still some things to do." Sanders is vague.
The original meaning of Anger is to stay here, even if he does not go to the border, he wants to see the situation when entering and leaving the world, but Sanders’ answer has undoubtedly indicated his attitude.
Anger nodded helplessly and turned away. However, before leaving, Angel put the "strange of the ring" on Sanders' desk.
"What is this?" Sanders looked at the strange transparent diamond and the Mobius ring inside, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

About the alchemy illusion of Monument Valley.
Anger said:
There is no integration of mysterious figurative objects, just a simple fantasy.

Sanders nodded: "Refining is very fast. I will comment on your fantasy in depth and will give you a feedback."
Anger said with a blank expression: "That would be a thank you to the mentor."
After all, Angel turned and left the study.
Outside the study, Anger accidentally saw the Goodman and Whitby, and Whitby was holding a plate with one pot and a small dish. Anger noticed that Whitby’s arm was shaking slightly and he didn’t know how long he stayed in this position.
When he saw Anger, Ebington immediately showed his expression of "reluctance" and strode over to Angel.
But because it was too big a step, I took a few steps and slammed it, and watched the plate fall to the ground.
Goode's forehead, revealing the helplessness of a face, the next second body shape change, appeared on the side of Whibington, an elegant posture, the steady state of the plate is connected to the palm of the hand.
Whitby fell to the ground with his face on the ground.
When Whidbington was crying and sulking, and stroking the red nose and slowly climbing up, Goode greeted Anger with one hand: "Master Pat, this is afternoon tea. Is it in the living room or brought back to the young master's bedroom? ?"
While talking, put the plate in front of Anger.
Afternoon tea? Anger opened the exquisite porcelain pot, and a rich milky fragrance came from the nose.
Milk tea? Anger’s eyes flashed a happy color.
"Bring back to the bedroom, I am just a little hungry in my stomach." Anger said in a serious way.
Anger and Goode went to the bedroom together, and Ebington snorted and followed. He did not forget what his grandfather said to him. Saunders did not necessarily agree to let him stay on the Magic Island, but he could try to play the switch from Master Pat.
Therefore, there is a scene of afternoon tea. However, Huibington may have lost his face because of his own, and he is too embarrassed to rely too close, just hanging behind them.

Is the afternoon tea prepared for Whitby?
Anger was surprised.
"Yes. Ebington knows that the young master likes dairy products, so he volunteered to give it to the young master." After the ancient butler said, he found that Angel's expression was faintly wrong. How could he not understand Anger with his old heart? Concerns.
His topic turned: "The young master also knows that Whitby's ability to be a servant is too strong, resulting in a lack of body and brain development, whether it is hobbies or ideas, so he made his own dairy products. I like the taste to make it, and I don’t know the taste of the young master."
The implication is that Whitby’s IQ is low, and he himself likes to drink dairy products. He will not say that Angel likes dairy products as a joke.
Anger coughed twice. He certainly understood the words of Goode. Although he knew that Goode was good, why did he have a sense of self-discipline, even if Whitby knew that he liked dairy products? In addition to being awkward, Geer himself will not really do anything for Huibington.
But Goode said this, making him seem like he is about to bully Huibington...
"This is a heart of Whitby, I know."
As they passed the living room, Angel suddenly saw the door of the mansion being pushed open, and the unremarkable Fu Lala flew in from the door.
"I locked the doors and windows of the study, and let me go to the main entrance. It was really mad at me. Isn't that a waste of time?" Fuluola’s mouth was chanting, and when he entered the door, he saw a dull Anger. .
Fu Laola picked up her eyebrows and flew over. She smelled the rich milky aroma in the plate and turned her eyes.
I am trying to ridicule a few words, and Angger is not big enough to comfort the resentment in my heart. As a result, if the sarcasm was not spoken, I heard the little red "噫" behind her, and happily took out a blood red rose, and handed it to Angel.
Anger first greeted Fuluola with respect and respect, then took the rose flower and thanked Xiaohong. Something is elegant and not rude.
Fu Luola bite her teeth, Xiaohong took the initiative to show it, what else can she say? I can only say a word from my mouth: "Drink sweets at night, be careful to grow your teeth."
After all, Flora turned and headed towards Sanders' study. Xiaohong was behind her, and turned her head again. She smashed the green fire in her eyes into a crescent shape and waved goodbye to him.
Angel looked at the direction of Flora, apparently going to find Sanders. Could it be that he had to prepare for it, but was it waiting for Flora to pass? Will Flora go with Sanders to the border?
Angel is not known, he can only sigh, smell the fragrance of the rose flower, put it on the plate, and said to the ancient German housekeeper: "Go."
(End of this chapter)