Chapter 36 The most important energy

seven thirty. The wool grid slowly fell, and then seemed to hit some kind of transparent obstacle. It flicked slightly, and then unfolded into a dense piece, with fibers and villi dissolved in the translucent thick film. The outline rose from it into a relief-like simulated scene, and the marks settled into dozens of small circles. The small circles soon seemed to have a life of their own. Several of the hollow circles are clustered in a large, irregular patch of water marked as a "button," like the many eyes of a spider pressed together. They each have their own names - names that coincide with those they have been paying close attention to recently.

Some of the other little circles were marked with names by which they were known. Some don't. Yi Cha squinted and scanned the anonymous circles scattered with single figures in various shapes.

Seven thirty-one. Yimeizi remained silent and moved closer to the calculation table, and the paper began to move.

There was a rustle of arithmetic paper. The ticking dries up.

Seven thirty-five.

Yimeiz put down the calculation paper and spoke. "This is the full picture of the Vientiane Forest. All over the entire universe. Our universe. We are still in our own universe." The green sparks hissed weakly. "It's just that all locations are discrete. Just like those names." The branch was on a small tree on the edge of the first world. 'Buttoned' on the hem of the shirt of an exiled elf in the demiplane. 'Vapor' is evaporating from the deep magma of Hell...and we are trapped within these inconspicuous little things. By Willie Shaw. "

"The truth behind the Vientiane Forest is actually like this. This is very different from our previous estimates."

The original Olympian mage paused. Too much sudden information calmed him down. It was as if he had finally returned to familiar territory. He put his hands on the table, straightened his spine, and his eyes flashed green.

"Let's assume that what we saw is completely true. How would you analyze it?" Yi Cha turned his head and looked at him.

"Start by describing the phenomenon. Analyze the cause. Finally find a way back. This is nature." Metz seemed to have recovered. The voice became cold and hard again:

"All of these locations are discrete. I can be sure. First of all, there is no obvious connection between them. Secondly, their existence is extremely ordinary. There are 37,000 similar small trees around the small tree, and the elf jacket has There are six identical buttons. The 'vapor' that carries the castle in the clouds is an ordinary wisp of magma in ten thousand acres.

There are no standards.

The choices appear to be completely random. Their commonness...and considering the relative energy and physical distance, it is no wonder that they are difficult to communicate with each other, and the context of each image is very different. "He slowly checked along the floating map and said at seven thirty-seven. "There are many doubtful points here that deserve further calculation. All help us find a way to return.

For example, the reason why Willy Shaw chose these ordinary things. The potential relationship between these things——

but. I can roughly predict that the relationship between this cannot be achieved by normal rules or arcana laws. Perhaps we really have to rely on the so-called 'techniques' of those 'secret stories' you mentioned in order to truly crack it. There was still a hint of disgust in his voice. "So in the coming time, we still have to work together." You are apparently the only one among us who understands his terrible logic - and that's what we have to understand. "

"Work together."

Seven thirty-eight. Icha repeated the word thoughtfully. Nod slightly. "You can express relief, and you can compromise. You are almost alive. So can you laugh? It means happiness. Joy. Something like that. Your enemy suddenly steps on the squeeze in front of you and falls, as most creatures do when they fall. A universal feeling that will burst out in everyone.”

"If you can prove that this kind of mental activity is crucial." Metz replied coldly. The sparks in his eyes turned a thick film nearby green.

"No need. The importance of atmosphere to the secret story does not need to be proven. Maybe I didn't make it clear enough before. I said that it is not a psychological activity, but an energy flow." Yi Cha blinked:

"'Atmosphere' is the most important energy in arcane stories."

"Speaking of 'atmosphere'." He turned his head and looked into the energy pattern mirror. "The atmosphere is here."

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"Can't you be happy? The atmosphere is too bad." Seven thirty-eight. Willy Xiao urged with his hands on his hips. "You all got what you wanted. And we all meet again. Don't you? Come on. Come on. Come on."

"We are busy. We will be happy later. Uncle Willy Shaw." Asimov muttered. He pressed his hands hard on his eye sockets. "It's strange. It's obviously my own eye, but I can't put it back..." He patted the bottom of his forehead twice more. To no avail. He dug his eyes back out and reached for Willy Xiao. "Uncle Willy Shaw. You can see. Come and help me put the eyes on."

"Who said I could see it?" Willy Xiao snorted. "You have to do your own thing."

"You didn't say that before. Uncle Willy Xiao." Yaya stretched out his arms. Two red eyes sparkled in the palm of his hand. "You said: Only what others can't do is worth doing. Help us put our eyes on it."

"That was before someone refused my master class. Before angering me." From a distance, Xianning also stretched out his hands timidly towards him. But Willy Xiao didn't intend to help him. "You don't value me, and I don't value you either."

Wabra purred softly. His brown eyes were wedged between two thick eyebrows, shaky.

"what to do?"

Asimov, Ya and Xinning gathered together. Face to face without looking at each other. "Can't your eyes be safe?"

"Yes." Xianning whispered. "I got the biggest pipe. If we get back safely, it will bring the biggest whales. The whales will drive away the flood..."

"Don't whales live in floods?" Ya frowned. "Why does it help you drive away the flood?"

"Never mind the flood for now." Asimov hit her on the head. "Let's put our eyes back in place first. Otherwise we won't see anything."

"Why do you want to see it?" Elder Fish Picker suddenly interrupted. Apparently he's the only one here who doesn't need his eyes replaced. He never brought it with him. "Isn't it nice to not be able to see?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

"Vision will obviously bring considerable benefits. Everyone." R Supplement 32 said calmly - his polycrystalline eyes were placed in a depression on the body. Didn't install it back either. "Eyes will help us on the rest of our journey. Not having them will do the opposite."

"Then ask your commander to help us. Brother." Asimov said.

"He's not awake yet, everyone."

"Then wake him up! He has eyes!"

"First of all, it's not within my scope to wake him up. Secondly, I don't have eyes, how can I see if he has eyes?" the newsman said politely.

"Ah! I'm going crazy! It hurts so much!" Ya scratched his face and shouted in frustration.

"Stop making noise! ​​You brats! The atmosphere is so bad!"

Seven forty-five. Willy Shaw snatched their eyes away with his hand.