Chapter 119: Bran and Il

Bran took time to meet with a few wizards in Northland City. Just get a rough idea of ​​their abilities. I wanted to have a relaxed chat with them, but they were very cautious, which made Bran quickly lose interest.
Pete can transform into a firefly. Paul, a strong man, can make his skin look like cowhide. Polly, a 7- or 8-year-old girl who can transform into a lion, is currently only a half-old cub.
Bran found something in Polly. This transformed cub actually made meows and meows, making it impossible to confirm what kind of species it was. But Bran, as the former lion king, cannot be mistaken.
Polly's transformation is subject to certain restrictions, and this little girl cannot transform herself into an adult lioness. Bran explained the habits of the lion to her, and also produced a statue of an adult lioness, even imitating the roar of the lioness, scaring the little girl into tears in her eyes. But there is no effect, it seems to take time. Maybe it is the anxiety of seeing a stranger for the first time, maybe it takes time to understand the new knowledge, maybe this kind of transformation is affected by age. These conjectures can only be confirmed by waiting for time.
For Pete who turned into a firefly, Bran had no choice. He doesn't understand bugs, and can't give any advice. It's impossible, teach your key things now.
Paul, a member of the Knights. Bran briefly explained the structure of the human body and skin composition. As for whether he can find the path of evolution, it needs to be observed. But seeing him eager to try, he should have some ideas.
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After a few people left, Bran looked at Il who was still by his side, "You have been observing me for a while, what's the gain?"
Although I have always hoped for guidance, after hearing Bran’s question, Il still explained very carefully: "I didn't intend to offend you, just want to get your unintentional gift."
Bran waved his hand, "Don't be too cautious, just answer my question directly."
"One thing, I tried to imitate your magical barrier." He said that Il tried to open his night, and continued to explain: "This can only be done during the day, and my ability is only the strongest at night."
Bran looked at this tent-like space, and his mind was full of questions: "How did you do it? How did you use your abilities in the first place?"
"A black cloth, a black cloak. I put it on my body at first, and when I fell from a high place, I used it as an open wing, and now I hold the cloth like an umbrella."
Bran smiled, thinking in his heart: "Wings, a good idea, I will try it later. Others should be cognitive differences, as well as the angle of attention as a woman. If it is a man, it will be regarded as What to use? Maybe as a plate armor, a shield. If you jump from a high place, you may lift a big shield. Then it’s not flying, but falling..."
In his wild thoughts, Bran gradually came up with a thought: "Perhaps the classification of abilities can be simpler. The final manifestation of many abilities is actually affected by the cognition of the wizard. And the cognitive differences between individuals are inherent It can’t be the same, and that’s why the capabilities vary greatly."
Since it is affected by cognition, then the environment you were in was the most important, so Bran asked: "When you awakened, what were you studying? Or what were you doing during that time?"
"Learning to sew is a skill that all women must learn."
"Really?" Bran asked subconsciously, why didn't the men in the Northland receive this treatment? Instead, they asked: Go to the hall and go to the kitchen.
Looking at Bran's unintentional reaction, Il probably guessed the situation of the Northland man, with a faint smile on his face, and she endured it again.
"So, what about Paul?"
"He has a good leather craftsmanship. You probably know our situation. Although we have training in knights, we have to solve the problems in life by ourselves."
Bran sighed with emotion: "It would be great if he was a blacksmith."
This inexplicable remark made Il do not know how to answer, so she could only remain silent, but at the same time a trace of expectation and excitement gradually rose, and she felt that she would definitely gain something today.
Bran was caught in various weird thoughts at this time. Why did Polly transform into a lion? The most contact with cows, horses, cats or dogs here. Pete, could it be that he found the fireflies' hatchery? A lion that can meow! A boy who likes fireflies.
Bran shook his head and got rid of these temporarily. Everyone is affected by their living environment, and their thinking is limited, not just themselves. He asked Il, "Have you seen the fog?"
"I have seen it."
"Have you seen water vapor?"
"I have seen it."
"Moisture will reconstitute water on the lid of the pot, have you seen it?"
"I have seen it."
Following the questioning, what did Il feel like grasping? While peeping on the wall that day, Pete said there was fog, magic fog. Then came the words of the great wizard: "You made it into a piece of cloth, and you made it into a cloak. What it is depends on you."
"It depends on you." Il subconsciously repeated it, and then said again: "It depends on me!"
Bran stopped talking, waiting quietly for the result. That's the way your thoughts are. When you turn around, your eyes are bright; if you can't turn around, you're just stubborn.
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The magic power in front of Il began to change, like an open veil, becoming transparent. Layers of light gauze are all around her. But something is still missing, how did this become fog? How could the cloth become foggy? Il fell into his own world, struggling.
The light yarn was dancing violently, and finally turned into fragments in the sky...
Bran was watching with great interest, watching this interesting change. He could have said the answer clearly, and even gave various intuitive demonstrations, but he did not want to let this rare test subject go. A person who is bound by reality, a wizard who has no modern education, cannot understand various natural phenomena, and has lost his imagination. How will she get out of trouble?
Il has completely fallen into her own world, and her thinking has become confused. But she still remembered the sentence: "It depends on you."
"It depends on me. If the great wizard said it depends on me, then it must depend on me. I turned it into a piece of cloth, so is it fog? It must be so, it is fog."
In Bran's eyes, the fragments of the sky slammed apart and turned into thick fog, a real thick fog.
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After waking up, Il respectfully saluted Bran, full of gratitude.
Bran didn't care whether Il was grateful. What he cares about is how Il completed the transformation. The answer is somewhat unexpected. Il's final choice was to blindly believe, believing that he was correct, she did not consider the intermediate process at all, and the magic power obeyed her will. She now believes that the true face of ability is fog, but this fog can condense into her cloth, her cloak, and her tent.
Bran didn't know what the initial form of the ability was. Whether it's fog or stone, in Bran's eyes, this is just a way to use his ability. But looking at Il in front of him, wrapping himself in a cloud of mist, Bran felt that all this was really interesting.