Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 203
"?" Connor looked at Patriarch Monet in puzzlement, not quite understanding what he meant.

In fact, in Connor's imagination, the world in the painting should be infinitely broad, with endless possibilities, but the .
Connor glanced left and right again, and it was just a small space of more than ten square meters, not as big as Connor's bedroom.

There is a "window" behind Connor through which he can see Lake Manor in the real world.

The place that cannot be seen from the window is actually a small room, with a bed, a table, a chair, furniture and so on, everything that one expects to find, but apart from these things, there is nothing else!
This is a closed small room!The painting world I imagined is not like this!
The old ancestor unhurriedly called the two to sit down, and slowly talked with Connor in detail: "My painting magic is different from ordinary painting magic."

"Here is an independent [space], a space that exists between the real world and the painting world, and does not blend with the two worlds. Just building such a small space has exhausted my imagination. The energy of a lifetime."

"Constructing space? Isn't this a drawn world?" Connor sat on the chair, feeling that the touch under his buttocks was the same as the stool in the real world, very real.

"It's not just painting. It's a very complicated and complicated magic, even more complicated than the one you learned from your father." Ancestor Monet shook his head with a proud smile on his face. He told the story:

"Connor, I have been yearning for the world in paintings just like you since I was a child. In my opinion, there are too many regrets and helplessness in the real world. But paintings can be perfect. In the world of paintings, I can do anything."

"I am obsessed with painting because of this, and I believe it is not difficult for you to understand my feelings."

Connor nodded again and again, his eyes were fiery. Unexpectedly, the old ancestor was also a fellow. Connor seemed to have met a bosom friend, and suddenly felt that he was not alone.

"So I have been searching for a way to truly enter the world in the painting all my life. I have tried countless times and failed countless times. In the end." Monet's face was full of pride: "I drew this painting! I created a real, painted world! This is my life's masterpiece!"

"Don't think it's just a space magic." Patriarch Monet stood up, he raised his hand, and then a knight's long sword slowly formed in his hand: "In this painting space, there is a [painting] ] of the nature, I can draw out of thin air, or imagine anything I want, and"

The ancestor Monet suddenly pointed his sword at his grandfather, and the old Diwen looked embarrassed. He waved his hands and said, "Mr. Monet, this...isn't that good?"

"Ok?"

Being stared at by the ancestor, the grandfather had no choice but to raise his hand slowly, and then the ancestor Monet swung his sword without hesitation and cut it off—the grandfather's hand was cut off!
! ! ?

Connor's eyes were wide open, and an incredible scene appeared. Although his grandfather's hand was severed, it seemed that nothing happened, no blood flowed out, and the hand did not fall to the ground. His wrist is still attached to his grandfather's arm!

That's easy! !Unbelievable! ! !
The grandfather reluctantly showed Connor his broken hand, then took it back and said with a wry smile: "Connor, we are no longer in the real world, the [rules] of this space are different from reality Yes, this is the world of painting, and all the rules in this painting are defined by the artist."

Ancestor Monet threw the sword, and the sword disappeared in the air as a point of light. He said: "When I was painting this painting, I also gave this painting the rule of [immortality]. You have entered this world. Finally, some injuries that would be fatal in the real world are invalid in this world, just like this."

As soon as Monet's grandfather finished speaking, his grandfather's head flew up. He...was chopped off again.
".?" Grandfather dared not speak out.

"!!!" Connor's eyes seemed to be shining.

"I hope this way I can escape the fate of death, because I was already very old and dying when I finished this painting." The ancestor Monet shook his head: "But I still died in the end, in my painting , the soul dissipates, and what stands in front of you is only my body and the self-portrait I left behind."

"Huh? Flesh?" Connor was taken aback, but he didn't react, and then he saw the old ancestor showing a nasty smile, and then... he was split in two before Connor's eyes.

? ? ?Looking at the two identical ancestors in front of him, Connor was a little confused.

The ancestor on the right looked a little dumbfounded, while the ancestor on the left smiled and said, "This is my body, or my corpse. I took this painting as my tomb and buried myself here. In it, well, I also rejuvenated my dead body, and in this painting, I'm pretty much omnipotent."

"This..." Connor's mouth grew wide open, and he was beyond shocked.

This magic!This old ancestor! wocwocwoc!This is too awesome! ?Is this really a world drawn? ?I!I!I seem to learn this!

Connor's heart was strongly shocked, and he felt that the day when his dream came true was not far away.

"As you can see, this magic is very powerful. As long as you enter the painting, everything must conform to the [rules] set by the artist. In this painting, the two rules that are different from the real world are [undead] and [ Manifestation], in simple terms, you can’t die, and you can achieve your wishes. These two rules are applicable to anyone who enters this painting. You can try to come up with a sword like I just did Come on, this shouldn't be too difficult for you."

Connor did what he said, and as soon as he thought about it, he had an extra 999 Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, the kind that was still on fire.

"Wow! Cool!" Connor cut off his leg with a wave of his hand, but he didn't feel anything. Although it was broken, he could still control the leg that left his body. With a thought, the knife disappeared Yes, the legs are attached.

This is amazing!
Connor felt inexplicably that he was still very skilled, as if he had done this before.

"As expected of the most talented painter in my family, Connor, you found a way right away. Back then, Diwen didn't come up with a knife after thinking about it for a long time." Patriarch Monet smiled and clapped his hands. He's very happy with Connor.

"However, this magic also has many restrictions. Like ordinary magic paintings, when the painting is completed, many things cannot be changed, and everything in the painting will be limited to when it is drawn. The artist limited by my own ideas and abilities”

"For example, you can use magic in the painting, but it must be the magic that I can use. Many modern magics, I didn't know it at the time, so you can't use it in the painting."

"Sometimes, I often wonder if my soul would dissipate because I didn't understand the reason for the soul. If I understand the soul, can I really escape death?" Monet Ancestor smiled and shook his head. Shaking his head, he continued:

"The things in the painting can't be brought into reality, even if you imagine the Philosopher's Stone in the painting, you can't take it out."

"Also, the body of this painting world is still the painting that is placed in the real world. If the painting in the real world is destroyed, emmm, I'm not sure if this world will still exist, but you definitely can't return it. went."

"All in all, although this painting is extraordinary, it is still a painting and cannot affect reality"

Ancestor Monet showed a proud smile: "Connor, how do you think my magic compares with your Far Eastern magic that can embody paintings?"

Connor looked at the old ancestor in front of him with admiration, this is the real magic genius!
Connor's eyes sparked with excitement: "Mr. Monet! I want to learn this! Teach me!"

(End of this chapter)