After Barov left, Roland put the statistical table income in the drawer, looked at the Nightingbird, wanted to ask her what was wrong, but hesitated for a moment, and finally failed to ask the exit.

He had an answer in his mind, but it was always embarrassing to say such a thing, and if he guessed it wrong, Roland had to swallow these words, "Next go to the North Slope mine."

“See how Soroya’s new abilities have changed?”Although the Nightingale's behavior became a little strange, her attitude was still the same as before, and she opened her hood and smiled, "Let's go."

Perhaps he thought more of himself, looking at the witch who walked up to him, Roland thought.

The impact of the launch in a hot air balloon that day was much more than one or two people.

He never imagined that Sorrowa would become the second witch with a qualitative change in her abilities.

In fact, she was not even aware of this change.

Roland also happened to find this yesterday.

Ever since giving the hot air balloon to Anna as a gift, it has been placed in the castle courtyard.Anyone who wants to go to heaven to see the scenery, call Anna and lightning.Until the rain the day before, Roland suddenly remembered that the rattan basket would become soft and peeled after being immersed, and even if it was dried, it would reduce toughness, and he wanted to take it back to the castle.

He had intended to ask the valet to do this, but he thought that the hot air balloon was a gift to Anna himself, and that the ropes and airbags were easily damaged, and decided to move it back to the castle in person.Calling the hummingbird to the vestibule together, he was surprised.

It can be seen that the hanging basket is full of patterns from the aerial view of the border town, but unlike the previous photo-type painting, this time her painting is like standing up.Roland could not take care of the falling rain, and looked closely at it to find that her painting had a "thickness" for the first time.

It is not surprising that the painting has a thickness, in theory, the real painting should be thick because the pigment itself has thickness.In oil painting, this thickness can even be used: with brush strokes, brushes or scrapers to create a high and low texture, through hierarchical changes to strengthen the texture, enhance the performance of the picture.

Unlike Soro, her paintings are not made with pens and paints, but with magical realizations.

Therefore, the thickness of these magic shapes is particularly strange.

He remembered that when he gently touched the raised woods with his hand, it was as if he were really scraping branches and green leaves, which were not hard solids but slightly soft glues.And when touching the ground, the touch is a lot harder, as if he is really touching a stone.

It's incredible.

And those rains flow down the scenery and cannot be immersed in the rattan.

Returning to the castle, he called Soro soria at once, and the Nightingale confirmed it.Under the mist, the magic in Soloya’s body no longer presents a golden swirl of gas as before, but condenses into a constantly rotating...destine.

...

Walking into the military factory compound, Anna smiled and greeted Roland with a big hug.

Since the relationship was chosen, her affectionate behavior in front of her has obviously increased.Roland rubbed her head in a great mood, and the silver hairpin on her hair glittered in the sun.

However, his afterglow saw that Soro, who was also ready to walk by, stood at a loss, and finally red-faced and left his eyes open, pretending to see nothing.

"Cough," said the Nightingale, taking Soroya to the table and asking deliberately aloud, "are you drawing all of this?"

Roland smiled and shook his head, loosened Anna, and walked over with her.

I saw the table covered with Soroya's paintings, painted exactly the view that can be seen in the yard, the only difference is that the thickness of the painting, some only one millimeter higher than the paper, and some close to three centimeters, which is Roland this morning arranged her training content, as far as possible to test the magic generated "pigment" can be spread at most.

“Is that the thickest one?”Roland touched the three-centiliteral volume with his fingers, and when the demonic blue sky was attached, the part of the pigment was as soft as if it had no texture, and sliding down to the yard wall, it immediately felt the grit-like friction.

It seems that what he really imagined, what the magic pen evolved to paint not only in terms of shape and color, but also in terms of physical touch.

"It may be thicker, but beyond this thickness, the magic consumption will become very large," said Soro, referring to a brown protrusion on the table. "I wanted to draw a tree outside the wall, but when I first drew the trunk, it took half the magic."

“Is that what you painted?”Roland reached out his hand and found that the pigment was ten centimeters thick, "I thought it was really a tree bark that stood up."

That said, its bond with the tabletop was unusually firm, and the prince took the bark with his hand to lift it up until the two foots of the table were off the ground, and the bark could not be separated from the table.

The Nightingale drew out its dagger, cut it for half a day, and opened a small mouth at the bottom, "It seems to be embedded in the table."

Finally, Anna cut it open, black cremation into silk thread swept across the table, the paint came out of a white smoke, fell.The break is flat but not smooth, with black charred marks.Roland picked up the falling pigment and held it in his hand to find that it was much lighter than he thought.

“How 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's probably because I saw such a landscape for the first time," Soro said, recalling, "and when I looked over the earth in the air, I realized that the pictures you had done that were almost comparable to the real scene were actually not true, especially when I painted the scenery in the basket."She paused a little, slowing down, "The top of the tree is sharp, will move with the wind, the mountains are high and low, like the undulating chest, the river is embedded in the earth, the boats pass through it."That’s what I see, not a thin plane.So I want to make the picture more real, I want it to stand up like these magnificent landscapes.But I repainted it several times and failed... And when I was a little frustrated, I suddenly remembered what you were talking about as a ball."

“The ball?”Roland picked up his eyebrows.

"Well," she nodded somewhat embarrassedly, "that's what you taught us."I think everything is made of small balls, so is the picture also the same?I made a few more attempts to think of the magic pattern as a colorful sphere stacked on top of each other, and finally formed the whole block of color.Then... the picture suddenly squirmed, the green forest bulging up, the ink-green river sinking down, and finally it became what you saw.The change scared me and Anna.If it hadn't been for you later mentioned it to me, I hadn't thought it was the ability to evolve."

“That is so.”

"But my evolutionary ability seems to be of no use but to make the painting more vivid than Anna's black fire."Soroa spat out her tongue.

“No... how?”Roland shook his head, "In my eyes, it's not a simple painting."

It would be too wasteful to use this ability to paint, and he remembered that the rain slid across the surface of the hanging basket, but could not be immersed in the scene, not so much as a pigment, but rather a "coating" composed of magic.(Unfinished.If you like this work, you are welcome to start the project, and your support is my biggest motivation.Mobile phone users please read.)