After Barov left, Roland put the statistics table into the drawer and looked at the Nightingale, wanting to ask what was wrong with her, but after hesitating for a while, he was unable to ask.
He had an answer in his mind, but it always seemed embarrassing to say such things. If he guessed wrongly, it would be even more embarrassing. Roland had to swallow these words and go to the North Slope Mine next.
Want to see what changes have been made in Soloya’s new abilities?Although the Nightingale's behavior became a little strange, her attitude was still the same as before. She took off her hood and smiled, "Let's go."
Maybe he was thinking too much, and Roland thought at the witch who was walking quickly to him.
The impact of riding a hot air balloon that day was far more than one or two people.
He never expected that Soroya would become the second witch whose ability has undergone qualitative change.
In fact, even she herself did not notice this change.
Roland happened to discover this yesterday.
It has been placed in the castle courtyard since it was given to Anna as a gift.
Anyone who wants to go to heaven to see the scenery, just call Anna and Lightning.
Until the rain the day before, Roland suddenly remembered that the hanging basket woven with rattan would become soft and peel after soaking in water, and even if it was dried, it would reduce its toughness, so he thought about taking it back to the castle.
He originally planned to ask his servant to do this, but then he thought that the hot air balloon was at least a gift he gave to Anna, and the ropes and airbags were easily damaged, so he decided to move it back to the castle himself.
He called the hummingbird to come to the vestibule together, but he was shocked.
I saw that the hanging basket was covered with patterns, all of which were viewed from the sky and the view of the border town. However, unlike the previous photo-style painting method, this time her painting seemed to stand up.
Roland didn't care about the falling raindrops, and when he looked closer, he realized that her painting had a thickness for the first time.
It is not surprising that paintings have thickness. Theoretically, real paintings should have thickness because the pigment itself has thickness.
In oil paintings, this thickness can even be used: use brushstrokes, brushes or scrapers to create uneven textures, strengthen the texture through layer changes, and enhance the expressiveness of the picture.
But Soloya is different. Her paintings are not drawn with pens and paints, but are manifestations of magic.
So the thickness created by these magic is particularly strange.
He still remembered that when he gently touched the raised woods with his hands, it seemed as if he was really scraping through the branches and green leaves. They were not hard solids, but slightly soft gum-like.
When he touched the ground, the touch was much tougher, as if he was really touching a stone.
It's simply incredible.
And the rain flows down the landscape paintings and cannot soak in the slightest rattan.
Back at the castle, he immediately called Soroya, and the Nightingale confirmed this.
Under the fog observation, the magic power in Soloya's body no longer appeared in a golden air vortex as before, but condensed into a constantly rotating... ribbon.
……
Walking into the military factory courtyard, Anna greeted her with a smile and gave Roland a big hug.
Since she made the relationship clear, her intimate behavior in front of her has obviously increased.Roland rubbed her head in a good mood, the silver hair clips on her hair shining in the sun.
However, in his aftermath, he saw that Soloya, who was also preparing to come over to salute, stood there at a loss. Finally, he blushed and turned away his gaze, pretending that he had seen nothing.
Ahem, Nightingale pulled Soroya back to the table and asked loudly, "Did you draw this?"
Roland smiled and shook his head, let go of Anna, and walked over with her.
I saw the table covered with Soloya's paintings, which were exactly the scenery you could see in the yard. The only difference was the thickness of the paintings. Some were only about one millimeter higher than the paper, while others were close to three centimeters. This was also what Roland arranged for her training this morning to test as much as possible how thick the pigment generated by magic can be placed.
Is this the thickest one?Roland touched the three-centimeter thick scroll with his fingers. When he enchanted the blue sky, the paint was soft as if it had no texture. When he slid down to the yard wall, he immediately felt the gravel-like friction.
It seems that as he guessed, the things drawn after the evolution of the Magic Brush are not only consistent with the real object in appearance and color, but also feel close to the real object.
It can be thicker, but after exceeding this thickness, the magic consumption will become very large. Soloya pointed to a brown protrusion on the table. I wanted to draw a tree outside the wall, but just after I drew a trunk, I spent half of the magic.
So this was what you drew?Roland reached out to compare and found that the pigment was ten centimeters thick. I thought it was really a piece of standing bark.
That being said, its bond with the table was extremely strong, and the prince grabbed the bark with his hands and lifted it up until the two legs left the ground, and the bark was not separated from the table.
The Nightingale drew out the dagger and cut it for a long time before she cut a small hole at the bottom. This thing seemed to be embedded in the table.
Finally, Anna cut it open, and the black cremation turned into silk threads and swept across the table. A stream of white smoke came out of the paint and fell in response to the sound.
The fracture is flat but not smooth, with black burn marks.
Roland picked up the fallen pigment and held it in his hand to find that it weighed much lighter than he thought.
Why did you suddenly think of changing the style of painting... No, I mean, how did you decide to fill the painting with thickness?He asked.
I think it was probably because I saw such a scenery for the first time. Soroya said while recalling. When I looked down at the earth in the air, I realized that the paintings I had made before were the photos you mentioned that almost comparable to the real scenes were actually not real, especially after I painted the scenery in the hanging basket.She paused for a moment and slowed down her speech. The tops of the trees were pointed and would blew with the wind. The mountains were high and low, like undulating chests, the rivers were embedded in the earth, and the boats were passing through them.This is what I see, not a thin plane.So I want to make the picture more realistic and to make it stand like these magnificent scenery.But I repainted it several times but failed... Just when I was a little depressed, I suddenly remembered the small ball you mentioned.
Small ball?Roland raised an eyebrow.
Well, she nodded embarrassedly, it was the knowledge you taught us.I think if everything is made of small balls, is the same as the pattern drawn?I made several more attempts, imagining the pattern of Magic as colorful spheres, which stacked on each other and finally formed a whole piece of color.Then... the picture suddenly squirmed, the emerald green forest bulged upwards, the dark green river sank downwards, and finally became what you saw.This change also scared Anna and me.If you hadn't mentioned it to me later, I would have never expected that abilities had evolved.
I see.
However, compared to Anna's black fire, my evolutionary ability seems to have no other use except to make the painting more vivid.Soroya stuck out her tongue.
No...how could it be?Roland shook his head. In my eyes, it was not a simple painting.
It would be a waste to use this ability to paint only. He remembered the scene where rainwater slid across the surface of the hanging basket but could not be immersed in it at all, rather than a pigment, it was a coating made of magic.
He had an answer in his mind, but it always seemed embarrassing to say such things. If he guessed wrongly, it would be even more embarrassing. Roland had to swallow these words and go to the North Slope Mine next.
Want to see what changes have been made in Soloya’s new abilities?Although the Nightingale's behavior became a little strange, her attitude was still the same as before. She took off her hood and smiled, "Let's go."
Maybe he was thinking too much, and Roland thought at the witch who was walking quickly to him.
The impact of riding a hot air balloon that day was far more than one or two people.
He never expected that Soroya would become the second witch whose ability has undergone qualitative change.
In fact, even she herself did not notice this change.
Roland happened to discover this yesterday.
It has been placed in the castle courtyard since it was given to Anna as a gift.
Anyone who wants to go to heaven to see the scenery, just call Anna and Lightning.
Until the rain the day before, Roland suddenly remembered that the hanging basket woven with rattan would become soft and peel after soaking in water, and even if it was dried, it would reduce its toughness, so he thought about taking it back to the castle.
He originally planned to ask his servant to do this, but then he thought that the hot air balloon was at least a gift he gave to Anna, and the ropes and airbags were easily damaged, so he decided to move it back to the castle himself.
He called the hummingbird to come to the vestibule together, but he was shocked.
I saw that the hanging basket was covered with patterns, all of which were viewed from the sky and the view of the border town. However, unlike the previous photo-style painting method, this time her painting seemed to stand up.
Roland didn't care about the falling raindrops, and when he looked closer, he realized that her painting had a thickness for the first time.
It is not surprising that paintings have thickness. Theoretically, real paintings should have thickness because the pigment itself has thickness.
In oil paintings, this thickness can even be used: use brushstrokes, brushes or scrapers to create uneven textures, strengthen the texture through layer changes, and enhance the expressiveness of the picture.
But Soloya is different. Her paintings are not drawn with pens and paints, but are manifestations of magic.
So the thickness created by these magic is particularly strange.
He still remembered that when he gently touched the raised woods with his hands, it seemed as if he was really scraping through the branches and green leaves. They were not hard solids, but slightly soft gum-like.
When he touched the ground, the touch was much tougher, as if he was really touching a stone.
It's simply incredible.
And the rain flows down the landscape paintings and cannot soak in the slightest rattan.
Back at the castle, he immediately called Soroya, and the Nightingale confirmed this.
Under the fog observation, the magic power in Soloya's body no longer appeared in a golden air vortex as before, but condensed into a constantly rotating... ribbon.
……
Walking into the military factory courtyard, Anna greeted her with a smile and gave Roland a big hug.
Since she made the relationship clear, her intimate behavior in front of her has obviously increased.Roland rubbed her head in a good mood, the silver hair clips on her hair shining in the sun.
However, in his aftermath, he saw that Soloya, who was also preparing to come over to salute, stood there at a loss. Finally, he blushed and turned away his gaze, pretending that he had seen nothing.
Ahem, Nightingale pulled Soroya back to the table and asked loudly, "Did you draw this?"
Roland smiled and shook his head, let go of Anna, and walked over with her.
I saw the table covered with Soloya's paintings, which were exactly the scenery you could see in the yard. The only difference was the thickness of the paintings. Some were only about one millimeter higher than the paper, while others were close to three centimeters. This was also what Roland arranged for her training this morning to test as much as possible how thick the pigment generated by magic can be placed.
Is this the thickest one?Roland touched the three-centimeter thick scroll with his fingers. When he enchanted the blue sky, the paint was soft as if it had no texture. When he slid down to the yard wall, he immediately felt the gravel-like friction.
It seems that as he guessed, the things drawn after the evolution of the Magic Brush are not only consistent with the real object in appearance and color, but also feel close to the real object.
It can be thicker, but after exceeding this thickness, the magic consumption will become very large. Soloya pointed to a brown protrusion on the table. I wanted to draw a tree outside the wall, but just after I drew a trunk, I spent half of the magic.
So this was what you drew?Roland reached out to compare and found that the pigment was ten centimeters thick. I thought it was really a piece of standing bark.
That being said, its bond with the table was extremely strong, and the prince grabbed the bark with his hands and lifted it up until the two legs left the ground, and the bark was not separated from the table.
The Nightingale drew out the dagger and cut it for a long time before she cut a small hole at the bottom. This thing seemed to be embedded in the table.
Finally, Anna cut it open, and the black cremation turned into silk threads and swept across the table. A stream of white smoke came out of the paint and fell in response to the sound.
The fracture is flat but not smooth, with black burn marks.
Roland picked up the fallen pigment and held it in his hand to find that it weighed much lighter than he thought.
Why did you suddenly think of changing the style of painting... No, I mean, how did you decide to fill the painting with thickness?He asked.
I think it was probably because I saw such a scenery for the first time. Soroya said while recalling. When I looked down at the earth in the air, I realized that the paintings I had made before were the photos you mentioned that almost comparable to the real scenes were actually not real, especially after I painted the scenery in the hanging basket.She paused for a moment and slowed down her speech. The tops of the trees were pointed and would blew with the wind. The mountains were high and low, like undulating chests, the rivers were embedded in the earth, and the boats were passing through them.This is what I see, not a thin plane.So I want to make the picture more realistic and to make it stand like these magnificent scenery.But I repainted it several times but failed... Just when I was a little depressed, I suddenly remembered the small ball you mentioned.
Small ball?Roland raised an eyebrow.
Well, she nodded embarrassedly, it was the knowledge you taught us.I think if everything is made of small balls, is the same as the pattern drawn?I made several more attempts, imagining the pattern of Magic as colorful spheres, which stacked on each other and finally formed a whole piece of color.Then... the picture suddenly squirmed, the emerald green forest bulged upwards, the dark green river sank downwards, and finally became what you saw.This change also scared Anna and me.If you hadn't mentioned it to me later, I would have never expected that abilities had evolved.
I see.
However, compared to Anna's black fire, my evolutionary ability seems to have no other use except to make the painting more vivid.Soroya stuck out her tongue.
No...how could it be?Roland shook his head. In my eyes, it was not a simple painting.
It would be a waste to use this ability to paint only. He remembered the scene where rainwater slid across the surface of the hanging basket but could not be immersed in it at all, rather than a pigment, it was a coating made of magic.
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