Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 2342 Art City
A figure flew across the boundless night sky and stood on top of thin clouds.

At his feet, there is a bustling city lights.

Even at an altitude of hundreds of meters, you can still vaguely smell the string music and fragrant wind below.

"Saint Seymour City is worthy of being a famous art capital." The artistic atmosphere can be said to reach the sky.

The person above the sky lowered his head and sighed, his eyes wandered, and finally he fixed on the only bleak-looking street in the city below.

The black shadow swooped down, and finally landed soundlessly in a deserted and dark alley.

Accompanied by the sound of pattering footsteps, he walked out of the deep alley. There was a pile of burning dead wood at the intersection. With the light of the burning fire, he could clearly see the face of the person coming.

Red hair and golden eyes, lazy and handsome.

It was Angel after using the Transfiguration technique.

Angel looked around, it was a long street that had been burned by fire.

There is a mess everywhere, not only the burning dead wood at the intersection, but also the houses on both sides of the street have resurgent fire points, as well as various ruined and black remains that have been burned into charcoal.Even in the air, there are still dots of dazzling sparks.

The pungent smell permeated the whole street.

A stone-brick house on the left is relatively intact. From the sign on the wall stained with black ash, you can see several words with burn marks: 1-349 West Lane, Cypress Street.

Here is Cypress Street, adjacent to the palaces of the Yinlu royal family. It used to be a promenade of art, but now it has become a ruin.

Angel sighed insignificantly, and walked towards the fire not far away.

The fire happened to be in the middle of the road, and when I looked closely, it was a pile of unburned oil logs on the street.

Angel squatted down and slowly stretched out his hand, trying to feel the burning flame through contact.

"Young man, don't be too hard on yourself!" An eager voice suddenly came from behind.

Angel shook the sparks on his hands, stood up, and turned his head to look.

A fat middle-aged woman wearing a fireproof cloth ran over in a hurry, telling Angel to get away from the fire while running.

"Young people, you must think of the good. Even if the house is burned, as long as there is nothing wrong, everything can be done again." The middle-aged woman is obviously well-educated, although the ugly black fireproof cloth covered her clothes , but from her obviously designed hairstyle, it can be seen that she should come from a relatively wealthy family.

It's just that the face under the beautiful curly hair is now covered with black ash, presumably contaminated by the dust floating on Cypress Street.

The middle-aged woman was obviously taken aback when she saw Angel's face.With his young and handsome face, and the obviously expensive gentleman's clothes, it doesn't look like he is about to commit suicide because the house was burned.

Moreover, there was a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was dressed in a standard aristocratic attire, which really didn't match the surrounding ruins floating with sparks.

"You...let me think about it, did some of your beloved paintings get burned? So you can't think about it for a while?" The middle-aged woman seemed to think that this guess might be close to the truth, and immediately muttered: "You were influenced by that young man yesterday. Affected, right? Sigh, that young man is stupid, how can a painting be more important than human life, insisted on rushing into the fire, and almost burned himself."

"The young people now are just stunned. Everyone is catching up with the trend and regards art as their life."

"Actually, this path has gone astray."

"Oh, why did you go astray?" It was Angel who spoke. Originally, he just thought that the middle-aged woman was kind, so he stayed and explained to her to avoid misunderstandings; It made Angel a little interested.

"Come here first, and I'll tell you later. This fire is unusual, it's very weird, it can't be extinguished even with water, don't get close to these fires."

"I think ma'am, you misunderstood me. I don't intend to commit suicide. I just walked around here." Angel walked around the fire and stood where the flames couldn't reach.

"What can I do around here?"

Angel smiled and said nothing.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman knew that the other party was unwilling to answer, so she just thought about it.As long as you are not looking for death, nothing else matters.

"Even if you want to walk around, don't get too close to these fires. And it re-ignites here from time to time. There is really something, and it must have been burned."

From what she said, Angel probably understood that she had made up another play.I guess he was taken as a pick-up?
"Why does the lady come here in the middle of the night?" Angel asked back.

"You ask me, I went to Cypress Lake to see the fish... I used to feed them every night, but I couldn't come because of the fire these two days. Now the fire is almost extinguished, so I want to Go and have a look." She didn't hide anything about her itinerary, she explained the situation clearly in a few words, and shook the leather bag on her hand, which was heavy with crumbs of bread.

Cypress Lake.When Angel overlooked it before, he remembered that Cypress Lake was not far from the gate of Yinlu Palace. He happened to be going to the Yinlu royal family, so he said, "I happen to be going there too. If you don't mind, ma'am, why don't you join me? I want to hear what the lady said before, what does she mean by going astray?"

"Okay." The middle-aged woman smiled.

On the way to Cypress Lake, Angel also knew that this middle-aged woman was called Connelly, and she was also a resident of Cypress Street before. She had a son, but her son was obsessed with art, and in the end he almost gave his life for art.

"I said they were going astray, but I actually saw it from my son."

"Do you know why my son is obsessed with art?"

Angel guessed, "Because of love?"

Mrs. Connelly shook her head: "I also hope that he loves it, but he doesn't. He doesn't really love art. The reason why he is so obsessed with art is because of the influence of the environment."

Connelly sighed, looking at the night view of the bustling Saint-Symme City in the distance, and said softly: "The Central Empire is also called the Kingdom of Art, and Saint-Symme City is the center of this Kingdom of Art, so it is naturally called the City of Art." Both. The artistic atmosphere here is very strong, and almost most of the people grew up with the influence of art, such as oil painting, music, drama, sculpture, architecture..."

Although Cornelie is now very wealthy and has a carefree life, her background is actually not good. She used to be a peasant woman, and her daily contact with the poor peasant class, so it is impossible for her son to pursue art.Only later, after her son went to school, the classmates around him talked about art every day. In order to integrate into them, her son began to study art.

As a mother, Connelly knows her son too well.She knew that her son actually didn't like art in his heart, and later he became crazy about art, but he was actually bewildered. In such a strong artistic atmosphere, he brainwashed himself.

Such examples, in fact, are not rare in Saint Samuel City.

The result of art is naturally elegant, but the process of achieving art is inherently boring. How can everyone have such patience to love art.Environmental factors are nothing more than a last resort.

In a conformity society, if you don't conform, you will be abandoned and rejected.

Connelly didn't care about it before, until her son almost gave his precious life for art, she began to pay attention to it.

"In the beginning, Queen Rowling advocated the love of art because she had experienced a tragic war, and the post-war was bleak. Most people were immersed in the pain of 'lost'. She hoped to use art to rekindle the hope of the people."

"She may not have imagined that the art in Saint-Symme will eventually change. Art for art's sake is not art."

Mrs. Connelly was speaking when they came to Cypress Lake.

The sparkling lake not far away looks cool and pleasant under the starry sky.

"Young man, I'm here. I'm going to feed the fish. You have to remember, don't get close to the fire, and don't be like my son, dedicating himself to art. That's a fool's behavior."

Mrs. Connelly waved to Angor, and then she carried a bag of feed and walked towards the lake.

Looking at Cornelia's slightly bloated and unattractive back, Angel lowered his head and smiled softly: Compared with most people in this city, Cornelius, who was born as a peasant woman, lived more clearly.

Precisely because of the existence of Cornelius...

"So, I like humans."

Angel turned around with a smile and walked towards the palace of the Yinlu royal family.

The short walk with Connelly and listening to the values ​​of an ordinary person is just a trivial episode.However, this episode still occupies some memory. If Angel wants to write a wizard's travel book in the future, she may record her story when writing about the city of art.

After putting aside this little episode, Angel stretched out his left hand and slowly opened the fist he had been clenching, and a little spark flew out of it.

Mars lifted off into the sky and turned into a small flame in front of Angel.

"Sure enough, it contains a special power of fire." Angel: "Although it is very weak, it still has the smell of Dangros."

Angel looked at the fire, and some thought flashed in his eyes. Although it was just a small spark, the residual temperature was also very good.When it really burns, the temperature is estimated to be a little worse than that of Kolokro.

Moreover, the special meaning in this flame is not mixed, but quite pure, which can be used to smelt many magic ores that require pure fire.Nothing less, Fritz will fancy Dan Gross.

"I haven't seen Dangros release the flames with all his strength before, but I didn't expect it to be pretty good." Angel grunted, and with one hand, he squeezed the floating flames directly to extinguish them.

Then without pausing, he strode towards the palace.

He flew to Saint Sam City this time just to bring Dangros back.And Dangros, at this time, is deep in Yinlu Palace.

The guards and knights guarding along the way seemed to have not seen Angor at all, allowing Angor to feel as if he had entered a land of no one.

After passing through a group of palaces full of design, Angel came to a high wall.

He could feel that Dangros was somewhere in the high wall at this moment.

There is no obvious door on this high gray wall, and if you want to enter, you can only input magic power to find a hidden passage, or fly directly over it.

Ordinary people obviously can't do it.

Inside the high wall is actually the place where the Yinlu Royal Wizarding Group is located.

Angel did not choose to fly over, because he was standing in front of the hidden passage at the moment, and if he could walk in, there was no need to waste energy.

When Angel's body touched the wall, the originally flawless wall suddenly rippled like water waves, engulfing Angel's figure.

When Angel reappeared, he had already appeared inside the wall.

Moreover, standing directly in front of him was a middle-aged beautiful woman wearing a light red wizard robe.

"Neia." Angel softly called out the name.

"Lord Pat." Neia hurriedly bowed and saluted.She flew over immediately when she sensed strange energy entering the wall, thinking that a foreign enemy had broken in, but it was Angel who came.

"Don't be too polite, I'm here this time to take Dangros away," Angel said.

A look of embarrassment flashed across Neia's face. It was only when she came back that she learned that Drew had sent a letter to Frode about Dangros burning Cypress Street.At that time, she realized that when Drew told Angor about this incident, he was probably afraid of Dangros, and hoped that Angor could quickly take away the little ancestor Dangros.

Although Neia was also a little afraid of the flames created by Dangros, she felt ashamed if she really used this hint to ask Angel to take Dangros away.

And she was also worried that Angel would be offended.

"Actually, Dan Gross has lived a very fulfilling life here, and recently he is also studying the art of pottery firing. Why don't you let him stay for a while longer?" Neia said dryly.

Angel: "Forget it, I saw the situation on Cypress Street, it was extremely tragic."

Neia: "It doesn't matter, Cypress Street burns down, anyway, it can be rebuilt, and no one died."

Angel: "I'm afraid that if it continues to stay, if no one restrains it, it will burn most of the city of Saint Sam."

After a pause, Angel said: "Let's go, since you are here, let you lead the way."

Neia sighed softly from the bottom of her heart, and nodded: "My lord, please follow me."

After a while, Angel saw Dan Gross rolling on the ground in a backyard covered with rubies.

I saw Dan Gross closing his eyes, turning his whole hand over and over on the pure ruby, with a look of enjoyment on his face.Beside it, there is an old apprentice wearing a fiery red wizard's robe, sitting on a stone stool and flipping through a handbook, and from time to time, he will lightly tap in the direction of Dangros with a red quill , some fiery red liquid spilled over.

Dangros didn't dodge, let the liquid soak into his skin, and then continued to roll on the gem, moaning as he enjoyed it, like a drug addict above.

This picture was really unsightly, and Neia couldn't help but cough twice.

"Cough cough."

The old apprentice immersed in the notebook raised his head in doubt, and when he saw Neia and the man behind her, he stood up in a jerk.

"Big, big... man." The old apprentice lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"He's Fritz?" Angel asked because he saw a title on the handbook opened by the old apprentice——Boiling blood and red water.

The reason why Cypress Street was burned was that when Fritz wanted to refine a material for boiling blood red water, an accident occurred.

Neia nodded: "Yes. Fritz was originally imprisoned by me, but Dan Gross came to intercede in the morning, so I released him again, but ordered him to stay with Dan Gross."

(End of this chapter)