"Can you understand what it's saying?"
Unexpectedly, Buzz would start chatting with Doremi like this. Dean looked at you talking to each other, going back and forth with each other, and for a while, he couldn't tell whether they could really communicate across species, or Buzz. Talking to oneself.
Hearing this question, Bas and Doremi, who were chatting enthusiastically, stopped at the same time and showed thoughtful expressions.
"Hmm... Actually, I can't say I understand."
After organizing his words for a while, Bass was not sure.
"I just have a slight sense of its general meaning, and then I can barely make a rough guess at it."
The ratio between the parts that can be understood and the parts that need to be guessed is about three to seven, and the main part is still guessing.
However, Doremi is young and her thoughts are not complicated. Bass relies on the understanding he has built up over this period of time and can basically guess it accurately, which can be regarded as being able to hold a conversation.
Dean understood instantly, "Can your binding relationship help you interpret the information it conveys?"
Full marks for understanding.
Bass nodded.
"It's a little bit of a help."
This is also a special feature of deep binding.
A special connection will be established between the preacher and the person to whom he is bound.
This kind of connection has little practical use. The only outstanding advantage is that it can facilitate communication between the two parties.
Especially as the degree of eulogy deepens and the power of connection increases, it is possible to form special perceptions and transmit messages across long distances.
For Bas and Doremi, it is a practical effect.
"do!"
Seeing the two people chatting and seeming to have forgotten their own existence, Doremi intervened dissatisfiedly and began to circle around the small cloud in Bas's hand.
While spinning in circles and spraying water mist with a critical look on his face, Dean didn't need to add another level of binding to guess that this guy was despising Buzz for being too weak.
...That's true.
From the apocalyptic natural disaster that can destroy everything to the small rain cloud that is too small to water the flowers, the difference is not the slightest.
"Huh? Will it embarrass you?"
After deciphering Doremi's meaning, Buzz scratched his head good-naturedly and did not refute. Dean, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes, rubbed his fingers, and his brain collapsed and bounced to the back of Doremi's head.
It was so wild that passers-by couldn’t stand it anymore.
"do!"
The sanctioned doremi was incompetent and furious.
Why don't you let Chong say you are weak now?
"You are good at persuading people. Why don't you work harder? If you become stronger, Bass will become stronger as well."
Dean gave it another blow.
According to the law of diminishing energy levels, Bass, as an individual under the influence of Doremi, will definitely not be stronger than Doremi himself. Therefore, it is impossible for him to inherit the powerful ability to directly change the celestial phenomena like Doremi.
It has only been weakened to simple elemental abilities, but it can still retain the expression of rainfall, as well as the complete four elements of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, which is already a very good result.
After all, these elements are not weak, and they can cooperate with each other, so the development potential is still great.
Doremi was silent for a moment, then chose to face Dean with her butt in response.
"Ahem...it's okay. I will try to become stronger as soon as possible without losing your face."
After coaxing Doremi, Bass joked: "But President Dean is right. Only when you become stronger can I continue to become stronger."
"If you stay where you are, no matter how hard I try, I won't be able to improve much."
Having said this, he paused and paid attention to Dean's face with the corner of his eye. Then he leaned into Doremi's ear and said in a very weak voice: "While you are getting stronger, you can also do some big things." , just like before during the Beast Tide, so that I can have material to spread your reputation."
Doremi rolled his eyes and showed a thoughtful expression.
"By the way, President Dean, are there any breeding materials suitable for Doremi?"
After communicating with Doremi, Bas said to Dean: "Now that the binding has been completed, it is almost time for me to leave. If you need anything, you can tell me now. I will send something back then. If you can It comes in handy, I hope it can be used to improve Doremi’s strength first.”
After all, he and Doremi are now grasshoppers on the same rope. Only when Doremi gets better can he get better.
Bass, who was making plans in his heart, looked at Dean expectantly. Little did he know that after these words, his position in Dean's eyes had quickly changed from a human being to a living traveling frog.
"Selective breeding materials?"
Dean looked at Bass's expression of "You can't treat us Doremi badly", which was a little funny, so he couldn't help but added smoothly.
"Isn't it something like the holy spring of the tree people?"
Upon hearing this keyword, Doremi's whole body became excited, and she turned upside down in mid-air, kicked her legs, and used a posture similar to backstroke to widen the distance between her and the two people.
Buzz coughed twice in embarrassment, waved his hands repeatedly, and specifically promised Doremi that he would not use similar things to trick it. After seeing enough of the lively Dean, he found a pen and paper, and wrote down according to Buzz's wishes. A bunch of breeding materials that doremi can use.
"Okay, I've written it down."
After reading the material names on the note several times, Bass nodded and said he would pay attention.
That solemn expression made Dean, who originally didn't expect him to bring anything back, a little more hopeful.
But from this point of view, the nature of Bas's profession is becoming more and more like a messenger of believers.
Seeing the two people getting along well with each other, Dean touched his chin and began to make associations uncontrollably.
To describe it in artistic terms, Bass is a bit like the agent of some powerful existence in the world.
The messengers patrolled the earth, popularized faith, and collected tributes to worship the gods.
The person being enshrined needs to continue to become stronger and provide more powerful protection.
Not long after this idea appeared, Dean rolled it up and threw it away.
Not even close.
To hold Doremi in such high esteem is to some extent an overstepping of boundaries.
"when are you leaving?"
Dean looked at Bass and asked casually.
"Everything here is basically done. Once I get familiar with my new abilities, I will set off and leave Area 13."
When the topic came up, Bass had a look of longing on his face.
There was a compelling light in his eyes.
It's not that I dislike District 13. In fact, although it is not very prosperous, in Bas's eyes, the unique customs and customs are more interesting than the same prosperous capital city.
Besides, although this condition is not very good, it is much better than when he was wandering among the tree people. There is nothing to be picky about.
There is no problem with the environment and conditions. The reason why he can't stay is mainly due to Bas's own fault.
The eulogists are all the wind of freedom, dreaming of blowing to every corner of the continent.
Bass is a typical eulogist. He never stays in one place for too long. This time he stayed in Area 13 for such a long time, even though it was for business, it made him feel uncomfortable.
