Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 2518 Gallery and Herbarium
Angel used his mental power to perceive the general distribution of the layout in the castle.

After sensing it, Angel's complexion was a little heavy.

"My lord, did you find anything?" Ms. Melo's observation skills were very meticulous, and she immediately noticed the change in Angel's expression.On the surface, it is an inquiry and discovery, but it is more of a word of concern.

Angel: "It's nothing, I found the way to the upper floor, follow me."

Angel didn't say much, and turned his head to lead the way.

Because of the human body turntable incident just now, everyone was still a little dazed at this moment, and they all took the initiative to become silent, just quietly following Angel.

Soon, they came to a corridor.

Occasionally, servants with lowered heads passed by in the corridor, but generally speaking, this corridor was at least relatively peaceful in the eyes of everyone.

But, that's just what they think.

On both sides of the corridor, there are occasional paintings.There is nothing uncomfortable about the content of the painting, on the contrary, it presents some innocence.

Everyone looked at these paintings, and their mood seemed to calm down a little, and some people discussed in low voice which painting looks better.

Only Sybil noticed that Ms. Melo frowned slightly when she looked at the painting.

Sybil once learned etiquette from Ms. Mello, and she spent a long time with her, admiring and understanding this elegant and calm teacher.Ms. Melo is very particular about etiquette, and frowning, unless it is a deliberate expression of some noble banquets being treated unreasonably, otherwise it is slightly impolite to do this gesture when there are people.

Sybil could tell that Ms. Melo's frown was a subconscious movement.She didn't seem to like those paintings, even... a little disgusted.

After reaching this conclusion, Sybil looked at the paintings in the corridor with a little more care.

When passing another painting that seemed to be full of sunshine and rain, Sybil asked in a low voice, "Can I touch this painting?"

The object of Sybil's inquiry was naturally Ms. Melo, but before Ms. Melo could respond, Angel stopped in her tracks: "Why do you want to touch this painting? Because you like it?"

Sybil opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer.In fact, she didn't find anything, she just wanted to find out why Ms. Melo didn't like these paintings, and whether there was something strange about these paintings.

Seeing Sybil's hesitant performance, Angor probably understood that Sybil probably didn't know the truth yet, and probably noticed something from certain details.

Thinking of this, Angel said softly: "You can touch it if you want, there are no mechanisms in these paintings."

Sybil looked at Ms. Melo again, but Ms. Melo avoided her eyes and remained silent.

Sybil paused for two seconds, and under the trend of curiosity, she reached out and touched the painting of sunshine and rain.

After touching it, Sybil had a slightly puzzled expression.

However, before Sibyl could say anything, Angel turned around and said, "Go on after touching it, don't delay."

The crowd followed. Perhaps it was Sybil's act of touching the painting that attracted Angor's attention. This group of talented people who did not notice the abnormality also began to be curious about the painting.It's just that they didn't dare to touch it casually, so they could only get close to Sybil, expecting to get an answer from Sybil.

The fat man was the first to ask, but Sybil ignored him.In other words, along the way, Sybil basically ignored other talented people, especially men.

It's not that he has a shadow over men, it's just that he thinks that a man of this age, a boy of twelve or thirteen, is too naive.Especially a certain boy with gauze wrapped around his hands, not only naive, but also daydreaming.

When the fat man saw that Sybil ignored him, although he was a little annoyed, he didn't dare to attack. They were aware of the relationship between Sybil and Ms. Melo.

But they were really itchy, and they were really curious about what Sybil touched, so the fat man looked at Amisha at the side.

Amisha is not as aloof as Sybil, she can communicate and get along with others calmly, but with a distance.

Amisha understood the fat man's eyes.

She was also curious about the paintings. After thinking about it, she walked up to Sybil and said in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with other people. I'm just curious. What did you find in those paintings?"

Sybil didn't have much opinion on Amisha, she thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I didn't find anything..."

Amisha froze for a moment: "Then why did you have a puzzled expression when you touched the painting just now?"

Sybil didn't hide anything, and said bluntly: "I just feel that the drawing paper doesn't feel like ordinary paper. It's very warm and smooth, and feels good to the touch. Because I usually draw, I still know a little about drawing paper. I haven’t touched this type of paper before, so it’s probably some kind of high-end drawing paper that I can’t touch at my level.”

What Sybil meant was that this might be some kind of drawing paper that only existed in the wizarding world.

After she finished speaking, she took a special look at Ms. Melo, hoping to get an answer from Ms. Melo.

However, Ms. Melo didn't seem to hear their conversation, and she still didn't speak.

Ms. Melo's performance made Sybil even more curious. Relying on her relationship as a student of Ms. Melo, Sybil came to Ms. Melo's side and directly asked about her doubts.

Seeing that she couldn't hide, Ms. Melo sighed secretly in her heart, and she still spoke, but she didn't point it out, but made a detour: "I remember that before you left, I followed you to see your mother. Your mother was Is it your brother in your arms?"

Sybil nodded.

"Have you ever hugged your brother?" Ms. Mello's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But Sybil was beside her, and she still heard Ms. Melo's words.

Her younger brother was only born at the end of last year, and he was still in the harmless infant stage, not to the point of being annoying, so Sybil naturally hugged him.However, Sybil didn't understand, what did Ms. Melo mean by saying this suddenly?
"Recall the feeling when you hugged your brother, and you will understand."

Sybil repeated in a low voice: "How does it feel when you hold your brother?"

Delicate, moist, light and soft, a little bit of force can leave a red mark on the delicate skin, but the feel is definitely first-class.

feel?Gentle?exquisite? !
Sybil raised her head abruptly, and looked at Ms. Melo with astonished eyes: "Is it the touch of the skin?"

Sybil looked back at the long corridor, there was a painting every few steps, and there were at least dozens or even hundreds of paintings in total: "Could it be all of these?"

Now that Ms. Melo has reached this point, she no longer hides it, and nodded: "They are all, moreover, they are all paintings made with the skin of the baby's back."

Hearing this, not only Sybil was shocked and speechless, but the other talented people were also speechless.

According to this logic, wouldn't the size of the painting be the size of a baby?

So the smaller the painting, it means that the baby may have just been born, or not even a full-year old?

Thinking of this, they turned their eyes to a nearby painting.

The size of the painting is about the sum of the palms of an adult, and it is calculated by a woman.The painting is extremely small, and it depicts an innocent and lovely child... But at this moment, no one feels that there is even a iota of innocence in this painting.

Seeing the happy smile of the child in the painting, Amisha even covered her mouth, showing a tendency to retch.

The situation of other people is similar to that of Amisha. Even if the body is not injured, the psychological impact is difficult to heal in a short time, and may even be remembered for several years, decades...

At this time, Angel, who was walking at the forefront, hadn't changed in the slightest, but it was difficult for outsiders to know what was going on in his heart.

Angel: "Is this what you call art?"

The other end of the psyche: "Huh? What did you see? The gallery or the specimen corridor?"

Angel: "Gallery."

Doakes: "Oh, those paintings made of skin? How to say, in the realm of perversion, maybe art. But in my opinion, barely."

Angel: "So, you don't think you're a pervert?"

Doakes: "I haven't reached that level yet. But to be honest, these perverts who play with the human body are actually very small. I saw a Calabbit wizard's laboratory, and that really made me grow up." Eye-opening, those..."

"I don't want to hear these irrelevant details." Angle paused: "Then what is the art you mentioned before? Human body turntable?"

Doakes: "Of course not, didn't I show you my copy before? That's art!"

"The Hanged Man?" Angel asked puzzled.

Doakes replied with some excitement: "Isn't your ultimate goal to be those two talented people? If you understand me, you will understand why I said that it is art! I believe you understand me. After all, we are friend."

Perhaps because he felt that this sentence was too arbitrary, Doakes quickly added another sentence: "Of course, if you don't understand me, you are still friends. There is a proper spiritual distance between friends, just like a couple, there will be more room for reverie. "

Angor: "..." Daydream space?It's a space for imagination!

I didn't pay attention to Doakes anymore, but the conversation with Doakes relieved Angel's gloomy heart a little bit.He was also a little curious now, what would Doakes' so-called art be like?
Under such art, can Blazer and Gloss survive?
……

After walking through the creepy human skin gallery, they finally saw the upward ladder.

Every three steps, there is a person standing on the side. From this point of view, there are about eight people.

These people hold all kinds of strange things in their hands, or weird clothes, or shoes with steel spikes, or bear knives with blood grooves...

There is no doubt that they all serve the queen.

When the princess goes up to the second floor, she will probably change her clothes on the stairs and go upstairs?

Although there were people on the stairs, none of them were very strong. Angel led everyone up the stairs, but no one noticed.

After reaching the second floor, Angel turned right and entered a corridor again.

There are no paintings in this corridor, but a few pots of bright flowers are occasionally placed on both sides.These flowers are either poisonous or carnivorous.

The role is self-evident.

Covered by illusion, everyone did not see the power of these flowers.However, after Ms. Melo's explanation, everyone finally let go of their hearts and suspended them again.

Sure enough, every part of the Imperial Princess' Castle is impossible to be simple.

With this in mind, everyone came to the end of the flower corridor, where there was a double door.Next to the door, the function behind the door was written with a heart label: specimen room.

The font is crooked, like it was written by a child.

When everyone saw the word "specimen", they were a little apprehensive. What would be the specimen of the princess castle?Various human bodies?
While the others were still mentally preparing, Angel pushed open the door without hesitation.

It is said to be a specimen room, but it is actually a specimen corridor, at the end of which is the stairs to the third floor.And the queen's room is on the third floor, so the specimen room has to be walked through.

When Angel and Doakes chatted before, the other party clearly mentioned the gallery and the specimen corridor.

At least, in Doakes' eyes, the two are probably on par.

So what is the specimen here?

When Angel walked in and saw it for the first time, his pupils shrank slightly.Even though I had guessed, when I actually saw it, I still couldn't control my emotions.

I saw that the walls on both sides were densely packed with heads.

These heads are all of babies.There are men and women, and the skin has various colors, arranged in a certain color spectrum, which is not only a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but also a perverted obsession.

Even Angel almost showed his emotions, let alone the others.

Retching, weak legs, and even crying.

It's a good thing they haven't eaten anything these days, otherwise they would have vomited all over the floor.However, they still spit out some bile, but under Angor's control, they were all evaporated by Earl's fascination fire.

Ms. Melo's complexion is also ugly. Even if she is not afraid of human heads, she will probably be attacked by trysophobia.

Looking at the people who couldn't move, Angel sighed, and added some soothing power to the illusion around them.

Although it was effective in soothing their emotions, everyone's faces were still pale and they dared not go forward.Because the heads of these babies have their eyes open, walking among them seems to be watched by them.

"Let me go, and the other people with weak legs will help you, and you have to watch if you don't want to." Ms. Melo said in a stern tone: "Or, do you want the princess who has finished eating to serve you?"

Perhaps Ms. Melo's threat had an effect, and everyone still walked in.

The specimen corridor is about as long as the gallery, and along the way, Angel has a little understanding of what abnormal "art" is.

At first it was just a baby's head, and then it got older, from children to teenagers, then to youth, middle age, and the last part of the journey is all old people.

And the expressions of these people were also crying and laughing, and they were treated specially, as if they were alive.

The overall transition is very natural, and the hair color and skin color are sorted according to the color spectrum. Ignoring the "head", the color of the entire corridor is very bright and very... lively.

However, this kind of "art" is probably understood by very few people.At least this time, among the talented people, there is no one who can understand.

Perhaps, the Kuina and Feng Man brought back by Angel would understand?
Walking through this bright but inexplicably depressing corridor, the stairs to the third floor appeared in front of their eyes.

There is no one on this ladder, but there are organs on the ladder.You must go to the right place to go up to the third floor, otherwise you will trigger the mechanism and fall into a certain kitchen on the lower floor.

As for the positions that would not trigger the mechanism, Angel took a look and probably knew the situation.

All the correct positions are some jumping positions.Sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes separated by a step.

Judging from the landing point, it is very similar to the walking and jumping route of some mentally handicapped children.

(End of this chapter)