Ronan thought he was being treated like a classic movie scene with a lot of money in the face.
For a moment, he really wanted to see the box open and full of banknotes... Oh, in the age of authority, it would be more reliable to expect a box of gold.
However, it doesn’t look like it based on the portion size.
The blood demon didn't show off anymore. Playing such a trick on a master of telepathy would only make people laugh. He quickly opened the box and turned the opening to Ronan's side.
What Ronan saw at this moment was neatly stacked...
black cloth.
This kind of fabric looks quite high-end, it is pure black and almost non-reflective, but if you look closely, you can see some densely woven dark satin patterns.
The material is such that there should be special processing. Ronan was sure that among the layers of fabrics, there were extremely restrained spiritual waves, flowing in an orderly manner. It was obviously a strange object blessed by extraordinary power.
In addition to the cloth, there is also a slightly thick stylus half exposed in the upper cover of the password box. The body of the pen is jade white, with a pen cap. It has a good texture and also has spiritual wave radiation, faintly echoing the fabric.
"What is this?" Ronan didn't even know it was a toy, so of course he wasn't "tempted" at all, he was just curious.
"The Secret Contract Book is a good thing that I specially asked for from the Lord of the Secret Contract. It can carry extraordinary power. Use it as drawing paper, and then use it to solidify and process the 'H4-a' type organic powder that has the most affinity for soul power. Paintbrush...brother, aren’t you going to give it a try?”
Ronan laughed. Of course, it was impossible for him to change his mind because of this special material. But he wasn't pretentious, he reached for the paintbrush, weighed it in his hand, and then touched the secret contract book in the box - although the name was quite deceptive, it still felt like cloth.
"Are you going to use this to make playing cards?"
Even if the fabric can be cut, the material does not look like it can be opened and closed freely in the hand, and it can be shaken with a "snap" sound.
"Just try it, you'll know after you try it."
The blood demon is still quite an interesting guy when he doesn't deliberately expose his "fear of chaos" nature. With a posture of "asking you to put yourself in the urn", I feel like I'm going to blackmail you at any time.
Ronan is not afraid of being blackmailed, and he has become thick-skinned recently. If the blood demon asks him to try, he will try.
He first took off the pen cap and drew a few random strokes on the table to try out the feel and experience what the so-called "soul power affinity" felt like. Then he took out a piece of "fabric" from the box and spread it on the table.
The blood demon diligently moved away water glasses and other debris to clear the space.
The outdoor cafe where they were located was in the downtown area of the port, with people coming and going. The actions of the two of them were also very eye-catching. A few people were driven by curiosity and stopped to watch.
Whether it was Ronan or the blood demon, they both had the temperament to be immune to outside influences at any time, so they didn't care. The latter also explained some background knowledge and basic usage:
"The spiritual waves of the paintbrush and the secret contract book are specially coordinated. As long as the soul power is injected into the paintbrush, the two can be 'linked' to form various incredible effects.
"At the beginning, when the old man from the secret contract forced Apollyon to sign the contract, he used a similar method. Of course, it is much more advanced than what we are doing now."
With the pen in hand, Ronan really wanted to see what he could tinker with.
In his opinion, the spiritual wave link structure between the brush and the secret contract book is not rigorous enough, but it is more than flexible. It seems that at the beginning of the design, there was a margin for the author. When the soul power of the writer is added, as the saying goes, "three lives and all things" can indeed derive a variety of possibilities.
This kind of structure that reflects "interactive" design can be said to be quite clever.
Ronan's hands started to itch.
He began to mentally select the targets that could be included in the painting. Of course, he would never follow the blood demon's wishes. He filtered out all the extraordinary species that he had already seen. In fact, the safest way is still life painting and landscape painting... He is not good at it, and he is too shameless.
Ronan's shameless magic has not yet reached its full potential.
After some selection, he smiled suddenly, dropped the pen tip, and drew a white outline on the extremely soft-looking cloth.
After actually starting to write, Ronan said "Not bad" first.
This soft fabric is by no means an ideal drawing paper. His sketching technique requires very high line details. If one stroke is made, the whole piece of fabric will follow, and there will be nothing to say.
But this embarrassment did not happen. Ronan did not feel the stickiness of the fabric at all. In fact, there is still an extremely small distance between the tip of his pen and the "Secret Contract". It's completely interactive spiritual waves, holding the tip of the pen and moving around, leaving room for action.
The infusion of soul power strengthens the feel of the hand - it's still a little different from drawing on paper, but it's already very similar to the feeling of being in a virtual workspace.
He was cheering here, but the blood demon was also raising his eyebrows:
"Niugui?"
Yes, the object Ronan drew was none other than the "Dark Dragon God" who was crying on the deck of the yacht not long ago.
After all, Ronan was a kind person and did not expose the most embarrassing image, but with just a few strokes, the image of the bull-headed spider body, seemingly ferocious but low-key and cunning, had already emerged.
"Is it okay?" Ronan was just experimenting and sketched out a rough outline. It was enough to get a glimpse of it, so he put away the pen and couldn't hide his expectation: "What next?"
The blood demon laughed, snapped his fingers, and the black cloth spread on the table burned out of thin air. The fire was extremely bright, but then extinguished in a flash. The heat wave made the surrounding uninvited spectators shriek and shrink back, but everything was gone again.
There was only a card-like piece of cardboard floating down.
"Wow!"
Some idlers began to applaud, apparently thinking it was a street magic show. But no matter what, it is impossible for the two "magicians" to continue performing.
Ronan stretched out his hand and caught the falling piece of paper - this was the wide format of 6.3*8.8mm, which was larger than the usual card types.
On the back of the card, there are orderly but meaningless patterns; on the front, the image of the cow ghost that Ronan just drew has shrunk to a size suitable for the card, lying there honestly...
There seemed to be a glint of water all around.
The visuals are nice, but the secret is never just about the visuals.
As for what it is, Ronan hasn't seen it yet - that's what makes it interesting.
"Interesting." Ronan picked up the card and couldn't put it down for a moment. "Is this designed by the Lord of the Secret Contract?"
"Anyway, it's a specialty of his cult."
"Are you familiar with him?"
"I found a total of two painters, one is you, Mr. Luo, and the other is him."
Ronan was a little... surprised.
The Lord of the Secret Contract supports the Blood Demon's bullshit plan?
Is it because the blood demon is being arrogant, or is that person planning something through the "secret contract" and this matter?
Ronan thought for a while and did not go deeper - this was no longer his area of expertise.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he simply threw the cards on the table and showed his cards:
“It’s fun, but it’s never a reason for me to get involved.”
The blood demon didn't care at all: "I understand, and I don't expect to convince you with this. But next, I will make bigger moves."
"oh?"
"Let me talk about a key word first: cloak."
"..."
Ronan raised his eyebrows and said nothing for a few seconds, then leaned his back against the backrest. His eyes first passed over the "magic card" on the table, and then he looked at the blood demon, as if looking at a bull ghost. A face that had almost completely collapsed not long ago.
This relieved his suddenly changed mood.
"Cloak... to me, this is not a key word, it is a sensitive word with very rich meanings."
There are some words that Ronan doesn’t need to say:
He has a "soul cloak";
The one that has been noisy in the world recently, and is even directly related to the high seas auction, is the "Sacred Cloak" of the Evil Sect;
This is directly related to his grandfather. He remembers that his grandfather also said related words;
Even in the environment of the relay station, Ronan had heard similar concepts.
But no matter which meaning or level it is, it is an offense to say it in the tone of "negotiation" from others.
Ronan made no bones about it: "Mr. Blood Demon, in order to maintain a good atmosphere, I can also tell you in advance that I know more about this than you think.
"If you play guessing games, just to entertain children, everyone will inevitably be embarrassed."
The blood demon grinned and showed his white teeth: "You can see that, so I put my words up front. I respect you and won't play any tricks. One is one...Brother Luo, you have to admit that you don't care about this keyword." 'If you are interested, we can continue talking.
"I can also declare that I will not play the empty-handed trick of taking advantage of the asymmetry of information to win temporary profits. In the future, I will need you, Brother Luo, to continue to publish pictures. Then you can block me as you like. How bad is it that you still need to vent your anger for no reason!
"Now, can we continue talking?"
Ronan stretched out his hand to invite the blood demon to continue.
The latter did not speak immediately. He tapped the table twice with his fingers, and a projection area appeared.
It was now close to noon, and thanks to the parasol, the sunshade blocked most of the dazzling sunlight. The "Secret Contract" in the box also served as the background. Apart from being a bit blurry, the visual effect was okay.
So Ronan saw the seemingly casual person taking photos in the middle of the projection area.
This should have happened in a relatively dark space, with shadows all around, as if there were more than one person, and the center of the image was a book that seemed to have just been burned. It seemed that some of it had been burned, and the outer cover was black. The whole thing became fluffy, and there were even sparks that were not completely extinguished at the corners...
No, this seems to be...
Ronan's eyes quickly passed over the blood demon's face. The latter showed a seemingly friendly smile and motioned Ronan to continue looking down.
Luo Nan turned his attention back to the projection area.
At this time, a hand in the image stretched out, took the "book" from the previous holder, and casually patted away the remaining sparks on the burnt crust, as if blowing a breath, and then In the stirred up soot and dust, he flipped it casually.
The special structure that is incomplete but recognizable enough is revealed here.
Looking at the undeformed loose-leaf iron clip on the edge of the damaged hard leather, Ronan corrected his answer:
It's not a book, it's a paged notebook.
