Palesa, Angel hasn’t heard of this name before. But since Mirror Ji specifically mentioned it, this person must be at least a formal wizard in terms of power.
Angel took a portrait out of the wooden basket and slowly opened it with the help of Mirror Ji.
In the portrait, it shows a short man dressed in strange metal armour, floating indifferently in mid-air. The background is a city full of mechanical and fantasy elements.
“This is a Bronze Rust Guard of Garrison 37 from Grandeur Plane Machinery Port.” Mirror Ji said: “But this is an indifferent half-soul golem.”
Angel continues and opens up the next portrait. This is another handsome man, as Mirror Ji begins describing him, her expression becomes fanatical: “This is the ruler of the Hurricane Tower. He has a pleasant voice, good looks. But unfortunately likes men.”
In the next picture, a man, Mirror Ji, continues to comment: “The ruler of the Grandeur Plane. But it’s a pity this famous tender man is already taken.”
Angel didn’t expect anything different from the rest of the portraits at all. But he still continued opening them with a cold expression.
A red-headed man.
Mirror Ji said: “This is Bogula of Sky Machinery City. But he is unfortunately, a pervert.”
Still another red-headed man.
Mirror Ji: “This is Suis from Guman Kingdom. Tut tut, he looks handsome. But unfortunately has a bad temper.”
Suis? Angel looked carefully at the man in the portrait. The red hair against the wind and the flowing black and golden cape formed a strong contrast.
“Have you ever heard of Suis?” Mirror Ji wondered.
Angel nodded and said: “I have seen him, and he seems to have arrived in my hometown… Old Land, Mainland. I saw him on a wanted notice.
“Wanted notice huh? My guess is they are searching for him to catch the hidden b.l.o.o.d.y a.s.sa.s.sin against the royal family. This lad stole the Blood Reign, a national treasure of Guman Kingdom. It was quite noisy affair some time ago with all that trouble.” Mirror Ji says casually.
Angel has no impression of Suis. But Morrow once mentioned this man was famous for his fierce temper in the Southern Region. It’s about the same as Mirror Ji’s comments.
Moving on to the next portrait, Angel doesn’t even want to see them anymore. It’s just that Mirror Ji is urging right next to him to flip onto the next one.
“This is King of the Night, Mudrik. But unfortunately his character is too cruel.”
“This is the law enforcer of the Extreme Sect in the Far East, The Conqueror. But unfortunately, he is now dead.”
“This is what the Holy Light Walker Gandalf looked like when he was young. But unfortunately, he didn’t take good care of himself and now looks old.”
Every picture shows handsome men. But no matter how good-looking, Mirror Ji has a “but” for all of them.
Angel was even showed a portrait of Sanders. Although Mirror Ji said this comment with a shy face: “Sanders really meets the standards of all the fantasies in my heart. But unfortunately, he is too cold.”
After seeing all the portraits, Mirror Ji concluded by saying: “Although these handsome men more or less have some sort of shortcoming. These shortcomings have also contributed to their style in some way. For example, even though Bogula is very abnormal. But if he weren’t abnormal behaviour, he will look just normal. Although Mudrik is cruel, but he also brings his own melancholy styled beauty.”
After summing up each of the men, Mirror Ji smiled at Angel and said: “How about this, can we integrate all these people into the fantasy world?”
Angel’s face shows a sad expression. These men are all the highest order of Lords which have lived for thousands of years. If he wantonly uses their ** in the fantasy world for Mirror Ji’s pleasure. If he were discovered by these people, he would end up looking forward to a miserable outcome.
Angel couldn’t wait to beat his chest and cry at this moment. Was he truly tired of living before when he suggested such silly words as “can we use real people?”
“Lord, if there are too many people, there will be aesthetic fatigue. Otherwise, let’s build a fantasy world with just my mentor alone. I am more familiar with my mentor’s image, and it should be closer to reality. I’ve only seen everyone else from portraits. Only when I can see them, in reality, can I truly make them a part of the fantasy world? Ha ha.” Angel now completely doesn’t care about “selling his teacher for his own glory” at all. With Angel’s understanding of Sanders, he will probably sneer when he finds out about it. As for the others, he dare not guess their reaction at all.
“Aesthetic fatigue? What the h.e.l.l is that? What I want is the feeling given to me by the fantasy world from the opera. Of course, I want all these handsome men to surround me, and for all the stars and moon to shine down upon our forms.” Mirror Ji wasn’t satisfied with this response as she said: “It’s settled. You’ll include all these men into the fantasy world for me. And if they aren’t close to the real thing, then you’ll have to do it again until I’m satisfied!”
“But I’ve only seen their portraits, and they don’t express anything…” Angel said bitterly.
“Are you questioning Palesa’s painting skills?” Mirror Ji raised her brow.
Angel doesn’t know who Palesa was, but he could never admit it and just shakes his head.
Mirror Ji suddenly paused at this moment and said: “Yes, Palesa is still studying oil painting in a mortal school. She hasn’t graduated after ten years of continuous examination. So it’s normal for her to not have grasped the essence of their characters yet.”
In his sleeve, Angel’s fist was suddenly clenched as he thought: I thought Mirror Ji was just a nymphomaniac, but I didn’t expect her character to be so bad! I really want to cry but have no tears!
Although he felt wronged deep down in his heart. On the surface, Angel still puts on an expectant expression as he asked: “Is it… that she cannot stop painting the portraits of the Lords?”
Mirror Ji pondered for a moment as she explained: “Well, let me just relax for a little bit and allow you to rest from your aesthetic fatigue. Realism is necessary. It’s better to arouse even more emotions like the floating island. Moreover, unless the level of realism is on par with Journey to the Heavens. Otherwise, I will simply refuse the surprise.”
Angel wept silently in his heart. After all, he still needs to build it.
“Then it’s settled. Bring it to me once you’ve finished building it.” After Mirror Ji said this, she began sending him out.
With Mirror Ji’s att.i.tude of not allowing him to refuse. Angel did not dare complain at all, but could only end up comforting himself. As he thought about this, he remembered a study topic called < How to Make Illusion Characters Full of Emotion >… But this topic was completely useless!
Angel picked up the wooden basket full of portraits and was transported out by Mirror Ji with a sad expression on his face.
Fortunately, Mirror Ji was kind enough to send him directly to the Mirror World, avoiding the cost of travelling by Teleport Array…
The above is the impact which Angel has suffered in this past hour.
On the way home, Angel’s face was in a trance. His mind was full of “carnal desire” and “realism” and was thinking: Can both these demands be balanced?
“Maybe I can turn to the omnipotent Holographic Tablet…” Angel thought weakly. But his heart was still uncertain. Shouldn’t Earth’s culture have this kind of thing? However, Angel may not know that carnal desire and realism are actually the difference between p.o.r.nography and **. In literary circles on Earth, this topic has long been played out and reached new heights by various moguls. The literati who engage in this type of literature don’t read about some big white bosomed woman. Even if they won a prize for some well-known award on Earth, they are just like the other literati. If it weren’t for the fact these literary or film works won an award on Earth. They would simply be considered films made by ** directors. The fact these literary or films works made by directors don’t even play up the carnal desire and realism. This leaves a realm where men and women embrace each other are missing a beautiful part of life.
Angel deeply sighed all the way home.
The clock on the wall showed the time at the moment was 10 A.M… There are more than four hours left before the airship takes off. Angel intends on putting aside the troubles given to him by Mirror Ji for the time being and wait on thinking about it until he arrives at Twilight Deep Well. Mirror Ji hasn’t given any time limit anyway.
Angel happened to be free today, so he decided not to eat dry food and went out to eat something else.
If he goes out to eat a meal, he can’t do it without asking Toby to go together with him. When Angel came to the attic, ready to invite Toby to go out with him, he noticed the attic was empty with Toby and the music box gone.
Angel frowned and thought: He went to see his unknown little friend again? When I left in the morning, I told Toby to not go out today. Why did he end up leaving again?
It seems that it is imperative to have a heart-to-heart talk with Toby. At least he needs to confirm what his little friend’s intentions are.
Since Toby isn’t here, Angel can only go out and eat alone.
The place where Angel went was Barb.u.t.terfly Bar, where the honey milk barbecue was really delicious. He was now carrying a large sum of money and didn’t care about this bit of spending.
After the meal, Angel arrived home close to noon but saw Toby wasn’t back yet.
Angel sighed and went to the courtyard to meditate.
The breeze was accompanied by a fragrance of mistletoes which lingered around the bank of the river. Angel meditated for about an hour before hearing the familiar flutter near the woods in the distance.
Angel opened his eyes and looked toward the woods on the other side of the river.
He saw a pale green figure cutting through the sky and gliding towards Angel’s small courtyard at a very fast speed.
When Toby stopped on the branch of mistletoe. Angel saw him show up with a change of clothes. He was wearing a new set of clothes with branches and vines he had never seen before. The soft green branches and vines were woven into the dress with skilful hands, and the silky velvet ta.s.sels which swayed were made up of gra.s.s and leaf rings.
Instead of questioning Toby’s whereabouts, Angel asked him: “Why are you back so late? Hurry up and pack some clothes. We have to go. Otherwise, we won’t make it.”
Toby still felt a little nervous. When he heard Angel words without a hint of reproach. He returned to his lively temper, quickly diving into the attic to look for changes of clothes to pack.
A quarter of an hour later, Angel took Toby and headed to Promi Alchemy Shop.
Because Milk Baron’s reputation was too “prominent.” Angel stuffed Toby into the lining of his chest pocket in order to not be recognized. Seen from the outside, Toby was left with only a small head sticking out as he looked curiously from left to right.
“Angel, this way, this way!” From a distance, Angel saw David waving to him.
Hearing David’s cry, Promi came out of the shop and smiled at him.
“Sorry, I’m late.” Angel had apologized for a little bit to Promi, who inadvertently waved it away.
Promi said: “Let’s go, we’ll make it there in time.”
……
The port where the airship is located is in Windmill Town.
Angel didn’t notice when he came there earlier. Now he saw there was a huge hole at the other end of Windmill Town connecting to the pit where the Mirror Plane is located. The airship docked at the edge of the hole.
At one end of the hole in the cliff. If the airship wants to go out, it will have to directly lift off vertically from the deep pit.
More than half a year later, Angel leaves the underground world for the first time. Angel leaned against the railing on the deck and sees the familiar plateau with the familiar pit in the ground as he feels the wind across his cheeks. This is where they jumped into the pit with Nisi and came in contact with the true Wizard Plane for the first time.
Clearly, only a few months have pa.s.sed by, but when Angel looked at the still barren Paramjit Plateau. He unexpectedly felt an illusion as if this had happened a lifetime ago.