Miraculously, the unlucky guy who was left alone happened to be the most talented among this group of candlestick spirits, except for Lucy and Ronan's contracted familiars.
Dean checked it several times to make sure he saw it correctly.
Such high-quality seeds were left behind?
He tugged on Garfield's tail and asked again.
"Are you sure this is the result?"
"Meow Chi."
A sharp white light lit up on Garfield's little mouth. He looked at Dean threateningly for a while, then turned his head, leaving a striking gap in the landscape rock mountain beside him.
Dean looked at the small gap for a long time, and seemed to be able to see the meaning of "if you pull the tail again, it will be like this stone".
"Isn't this a bit anxious..."
He loosened his hand very sensibly and placed the tail neatly on Garfield's back.
"Meow Chi."
Garfield shook his coiled tail, used his telekinesis to snatch the pen from Dean's hand, and stuffed it back into his pocket.
With this move, he answered Dean's question.
Dean, who was forced to stop writing, looked at the basically conclusive group record in his hand, which was confirmed twice by Garfield, and thought secretly in his heart.
Candlestick spirits with average talents were matched, but the one with the best talent ended up alone...
Are there any special matching rules here?
Or...will fate have better arrangements?
Unable to think of an answer for a while, Dean took Garfield back to the study. After confirming that the condition of the lamp and candle spirit still waiting in the room had stabilized, he recorded its latest data and drove the demon pet into the yard.
The candle spirit stared at Dean resentfully outside the window for a while, its small eyes flickering like searchlights. It wasn't until the curtains fell that it turned around and drifted away into the distance.
There was no feeling of uneasiness among the people in the room. Garfield, who had completed his task, was lying flat on the sofa, like a piece of melted fat. He exuded a lazy atmosphere. If you didn't look carefully, you would have thought he was a man. Ornaments.
Dean didn't expect to be able to control it, so he sat down at the desk and began to sort out the information on the Candlestick Spirit.
Because the information was complex and difficult to sort out, he stayed up late into the night and was only able to manage half of it.
After looking at his watch, Dean yawned, closed his pen, and prepared to lie down on the table for a while. As soon as he made a move, he felt soft tentacles wrap around his body. He paused without resisting.
Kana carried her owner, who was not sleeping well, from the study to the bedroom. The whole process was not bumpy at all, and the experience was excellent.
Dean was placed on the bed, placed in a sleeping beauty position, and looked at the thick quilt, covering him.
"Wait, I haven't washed up yet."
Stopping Kana's movements, he sat up funny, yawned and walked into the bathroom.
By the time Dean changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed, he was already drowsy. He touched the pillow, and as if a switch was turned on in his head, the BGM started playing. Dean instantly remembered the scene during the day. Genius idea.
...I'll go find the nonsense mirror tomorrow to make arrangements. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
…
Early the next morning, Dean came to the place where the Nonsense Mirror usually appeared.
When he came over, the guy was telling stories to the demon pets.
Dean listened for a while and quickly judged that it was telling the story of "Snow White" from the description of "skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony".
And it just happened to talk about the appearance of the magic mirror.
Listening to a mirror imitating the sound of a magic mirror, he felt quite complicated.
And I don’t know if it’s because the Nonsense Mirror’s sense of substitution is too strong, but Dean always feels that its words are full of coaxing.
It was like a real magic mirror talking.
Stopping vigilantly, Dean let go of his mental power and explored carefully, and unexpectedly found that along with the sound of the nonsense mirror telling stories, there were waves of special mental power spreading out from it.
These spiritual powers wrapped around the listeners' bodies and affected them subtly, but the familiars who were immersed in the story were unaware of it.
In other words, it is precisely because of the influence of this spiritual power that they are fascinated by this story.
Dean, who witnessed all this, opened his eyes wide as if he had seen something incredible.
In fact, he did see something quite incredible.
That nonsense mirror turned out to be self-taught and developed a method of using mental power to enhance the effectiveness of language!
Dean was immediately shocked.
In fact, this is also thanks to him.
Nonsense is the racial trait and instinct of Hu Shuo Jing. It cannot control itself from talking nonsense, so when this information is spread, the trust of all insiders in Hu Shuo Jing is greatly reduced.
Especially in the breeding room, everyone knows that the bullshit mirror doesn't tell the truth, and no one, including Chong Chong, believes what it says.
Over time, Hu Shujing, who had repeatedly hit the wall, began to study how to enhance his credibility.
At first, it had no idea, and even this idea was very vague, until Dean gave it an Akaman fish.
Hu Shuo Jing was like a divine help, and he quickly found the trick through diligent study.
In the end, it evolved into the current development direction, which uses mental power to induce and even distort the will of the audience.
To say that it is mental manipulation is a bit exaggerated. It is more like a kind of mental suggestion, or mental hypnosis.
Compared to mental control, it is slightly inferior.
But Dean is still a little skeptical about life.
Hu Shujing was able to develop his mental power to this extent in a short period of time.
Dean raised his eyebrows unconsciously, trying to figure out the reason for its rapid progress.
Maybe it got a chance to practice because it kept talking nonsense?
It can’t be that the more you cheat, the faster the development will be, right?
Dean looked at the eloquent and non-stop talking mirror, and suddenly had a bad guess in his mind.
No way……
In order to confirm this guess, he inserted himself into the demon pets and asked the nonsense mirror to release the Akaman divine fish.
The nonsense mirror did as it was told, and an Akaman divine fish that had undergone a huge transformation compared to the original was reflected on the mirror.
Dean felt his eyebrows beating wildly as he looked at the Akaman fish, which was completely different from before.
Although it stands to reason that since the spiritual power of familiars also has attributes and talents, they should be able to raise special Akaman fish if certain conditions are met.
But actually seeing this scene happen, Dean still felt humiliated.
So he was not only beaten by two apprentices, a guinea pig, and a new cook, but even the nonsense mirror stepped on him?
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