Chapter 181 Soraya's "Painting"

After Barov left, Roland put the statistics sheet in the drawer, looked at Nightingale, and wanted to ask what was wrong with her, but after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't ask in the end. Eight>One Novel Network ＜＜

He vaguely had an answer in his heart, but it was always embarrassing to say such things, and it would be even more embarrassing if he guessed wrong. Roland had no choice but to swallow these words, "Let's go to the North Slope Mine next."

"Want to see the changes in Soraya's new abilities?" Although Nightingale's behavior became a little strange, her attitude remained the same as before. She took off her hood and said with a smile, "Let's go."

Maybe he was thinking too much, Roland thought as he looked at the witch who walked quickly to his side.

That day's hot air balloon blast had far more impact than just one or two people.

He never expected that Soraya would actually become the second witch whose abilities have undergone a qualitative change.

In fact, she didn't even notice the change.

Roland also happened to discover this yesterday.

Since the balloon was given to Anna as a gift, it has been placed in the castle grounds. Anyone who wants to go to the sky to see the scenery, just call Anna and Lightning. Until it rained the day before, Roland suddenly remembered that the rattan hanging basket would become soft and peeled after being soaked in water, and even if it was dried and used, it would reduce its toughness, so he thought about taking it back to the castle.

He originally planned to ask his attendants to do this, but after thinking about it, the hot air balloon was a gift from him to Anna after all, and the ropes and airbags were easily damaged, so he decided to move it back to the castle himself. Calling the hummingbirds to the vestibule together, the result surprised him.

I saw that the hanging basket was full of patterns - all of which were bird's-eye views of Border Town's scenery from the air, but different from the previous photo-based painting method, this time her paintings seemed to stand up. Roland couldn't care less about the falling raindrops, so he took a closer look and realized that her painting had "thickness" for the first time.

It is not surprising that paintings have thickness. In theory, real paintings should have thickness—because the paint itself has thickness. In oil painting, this thickness can even be used: using brushstrokes, brushes or scrapers to create uneven textures, and enhance the texture through layer changes to enhance the expressiveness of the picture.

But Soraya is different, her paintings are not drawn with pens and paints, but the manifestation of magic.

So the thickness created by these magic powers is particularly strange.

He still remembered that when he gently touched the raised woods with his hands, it seemed that he was really scraping the branches and green leaves. They were not hard solids, but slightly soft jelly. But when he touched the ground, the touch was much tougher, as if he was really touching a stone.

It's just unbelievable.

And the rainwater flowed down the landscape, unable to soak into the rattan.

Back in the castle, he immediately called Soraya, and Nightingale confirmed this. Under the observation of the mist, the magic power in Soraya's body was no longer a golden gas-like vortex as before, but condensed into a continuously rotating... ribbon.

...

Walking into the military factory compound, Anna greeted him with a smile and gave Roland a big hug.

Since she revealed her relationship, her intimate behavior in front of her has obviously increased. Roland rubbed her head in a good mood, the silver clip on her head gleamed in the sun.

However, he saw from the corner of his eye that Soraya, who was also about to come over to salute, stood at a loss at the same place, and finally blushed and looked away, pretending that she didn't see anything.

"Ahem," Nightingale pulled Soraya back to the table, and asked loudly on purpose, "Did you draw all of this?"

Roland smiled and shook his head, let go of Anna, and walked over with her.

I saw that the table was covered with Soraya's paintings, which were exactly the scenery that could be seen in the yard. The only difference was the thickness of the paintings. Some were only about one millimeter higher than the paper, while others were nearly three inches taller than the paper. Centimeter—this is what Roland arranged for her training this morning, trying to test how thick the "pigment" generated by the magic power can be spread.

"Is this the thickest one?" Roland touched the three-centimeter-thick scroll with his fingers. When enchanting the blue sky, that part of the paint was as soft as if it had no texture, and when it slid down to the courtyard wall, he immediately felt it. To the gritty friction feeling.

It seemed that, as he had guessed, the things drawn by the evolution of the magic pen were not only consistent with the real thing in terms of shape and color, but even the touch was close to the real thing.

"It can be thicker, but after this thickness, the mana consumption will become very large," Soraya pointed to a brown protrusion on the table, "I wanted to draw a tree outside the wall, but I just drew Once a tree trunk is removed, half of the magic power is consumed."

"So you painted this?" Roland stretched out his hand to compare, and found that the paint was ten centimeters thick. "I thought it was really a piece of tree bark standing up."

That being said, it adhered so strongly to the tabletop that the Prince grasped the bark with his hands and lifted it up until the two legs were off the ground without the bark separating from the table.

Nightingale pulled out the dagger, and it took a long time to cut a small hole at the bottom, "This thing seems to be embedded in the table."

In the end, it was Anna who cut it, and the black fire turned into silk threads and swept across the table, and a puff of white smoke came out of the paint, which fell in response. The fracture is flat but not smooth, with black burnt marks. Roland picked up the fallen piece of paint, held it in his hand, and realized that it was much lighter than he thought.

"How did it suddenly occur to you to change the painting style... no, I mean, how did you decide to fill the painting with thickness?" he asked.

"I think it's probably because I saw such a landscape for the first time," Soraya said while recalling, "When I looked down at the land in the air, I realized that the paintings I made before—that is, what you said can almost The "photo work" comparable to the real scene is not real, especially after I painted the scenery in the hanging basket. She paused for a while and spoke slowly, "The tops of the trees are pointed and will move with the wind. The mountains are high and low, like undulating chests. The rivers are embedded in the earth, and the boats pass through them. This is what I see, not a thin plane. So I wanted to make the picture more realistic, and I wanted it to stand up like these magnificent scenery. But I failed to redraw it several times... Just when I was a little frustrated, I suddenly remembered the little ball you mentioned. "

"Little ball?" Roland raised his eyebrows.

"Well," she nodded shyly, "it's the knowledge you taught us. I think if everything is made of small balls, is the pattern also the same? I made a few more attempts and put The pattern drawn by the magic pen is imagined as colorful spheres, they are stacked on top of each other, and finally form a whole block of color. Then... the picture suddenly squirms, the emerald green forest bulges upward, the dark green river sinks downward, and finally becomes It became what you saw. At that time, Anna and I were shocked by this change. If you hadn’t mentioned it to me later, I would never have thought that the ability would evolve.”

"I see."

"But compared to Anna's black fire, my evolution ability seems to have no other use except to make the painting more vivid." Soraya stuck out her tongue.

"No... how come?" Roland shook his head, "In my eyes, it's not just a painting."

It would be too wasteful to only use this ability for painting. He thought of the scene where the rainwater slid across the surface of the hanging basket, but couldn't soak into it at all—it's not so much a paint, but a kind of "painting" made of magic power. layer". (To be continued.)