Chapter 913 Three Space Interpretations

Five days later, in the study, after Weilin learned that Uncle Odor had returned, he threw the books in his hand away and prepared to run away.

Suddenly, a stern look came, causing Weilin to stop subconsciously.

Turning back and looking at Xuemiya, Weilin obediently walked to the corner, picked up the book and put it on the desk.

Seeing this, Xuemiya continued to lower her head to read and ignored her husband.

After leaving the study, Weilin went straight to the outer city area of ​​Xingyue Castle. He made up his mind that after asking for information about the space between fantasy and reality, he would stay there for a day and would definitely not come back until the next morning.

Inside the manor, Odor made a pot of tea and was about to sit down when he saw Weilin swaggering in.

"Uncle, you're back."

Weilin walked in briskly with a smile on his face.

Odor sat down calmly, a sense of vigilance rising in his heart, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Could this boy be here to be an overseer?

It has been almost two years since Weilin handed the war beast puppet to him, but the repair progress is less than one-third.

However, it's not that he doesn't want to repair it as soon as possible, but he also needs to make time to accompany Flora, teach his two students and Lucas, conduct magical experiments, and occasionally patrol the underground world.

Generally speaking, it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that he doesn’t have that much time.

Of course, if there wasn't the backlog of building the magic airship, he could finish it in three months.

"Uncle, can't I come to see you and aunt?" Weilin sat down on the soft leather sofa, leaned back, and said with a somewhat resentful look.

Odor picked up the teacup, blew away the hot air on the surface, took a sip, and then said slowly: "As for your character, I don't know you yet. Tell me quickly, and then I will go to repair the war monster puppet for you."

Upon hearing this, Weilin's smile instantly disappeared. He sat up straight and said bluntly, "Uncle, there's no one else here, so you don't have to make such an excuse. You can repair the war beast puppet in half a year. It's been delayed for two years now, so you don't have to waste a little more time."

Hearing Weilin's words, Odor remained calm, without the slightest embarrassment on his face. He looked at Weilin calmly and said calmly, "I know what you are going to do, but when your wife comes to you later, I want to see how you deal with it."

"Don't be afraid, I left right in front of her, don't worry about her coming to find me."

Weilin waved his hand nonchalantly, with a smug smile on his face.

"alright."

Odor stopped trying to persuade him and took another sip from his teacup. This guy is just a lazy bum, so he is lazy wherever he goes.

Half an hour later, Weilin took out a copy of "Mite's Travels" and began to read it with great interest.

Odor just glanced at this scene and stopped paying attention to it. He leaned back on the sofa and used magic to control the pen and paper, writing various deconstruction formulas on them, preparing to use them as teaching content for his two students in the next five years.

After an unknown amount of time, Weilin suddenly put down the book in his hand and asked, "Where is my aunt?"

"I'm going to consolidate my professional level."

"Breakthrough to the middle gold level?"

"No." Odor stopped recording and put together the hundreds of papers suspended on the ceiling in order, eventually forming twelve books on the table. He then looked up at Weilin and answered, "I used a trick to allow her to directly skip the middle-level gold level and become a high-level gold knight.

Weilin looked shocked and asked with some concern, "Will it not hinder my aunt's future career path?"

"It's just to help her regain her previous strength. It won't harm her future career path." Odor answered without hiding anything.

When Weilin heard this, he showed excitement on his face and asked impatiently, "Can that method be used on me?"

"I know your aunt's past life very well, so I dare to do this." Odor looked at Weilin deeply and said slowly, "As for you, I dare not do that. What if you were someone I couldn't afford to offend in your past life? I'll be finished."

"In this life, I don't want to leave your aunt so soon."

"Forget it, if it's not possible, then it's not possible. I'm not that envious anyway." Weilin answered calmly, saying one thing and thinking another.

Odor didn't believe a word the boy said.

If you can take a shortcut, who wouldn’t be tempted?

However, this method can only be used on his own teacher, and he has been preparing for this for more than 20 years.

As for this cheap nephew, he has taken enough shortcuts. It is better for him to follow the procedures step by step. If he can improve his strength without any side effects, then just ignore what he said.

It has only been a few years, and this kid is about to break through to the intermediate level of Soul Knight, and even the Druid profession is about to reach the Soul level.

If Weilin was a diligent genius, he would accept it, but unfortunately this kid is not.

"By the way, what is your purpose for coming here? If you don't tell me, I'll leave first."

Seeing this, Weilin smiled awkwardly, coughed lightly, and said, "Uncle, I want to know if you have ever been to the space between fantasy and reality."

"Yes," Odor replied.

"Can you tell me in detail?" Weilin asked impatiently after hearing it.

Odor was stunned and looked at Weilin. Could it be that he had discovered some ruins or strange place again?

After thinking for a while, Odor decided not to think about it anymore. He extracted the information about himself and those spaces, merged them into a ball of memory light, and slapped it directly into Weilin's head.

"I'm busy, you can take your time to read it."

After saying this, Odor left the hall without staying for a moment.

Weilin rubbed his head, looked at his uncle's disappearing figure, and said to himself with a helpless look, "It seems that I can't be lazy anymore."

"Forget it, just go back after reading this information."

After self-hypnosis, Weilin closed his eyes and began to browse the information his uncle gave him.

The space between fantasy and reality is divided into three types according to my uncle's definition: the dreams of the horrified, the past of the great, and the future of the lost.

The dreams of the terrorists are those beings of extremely high status, whose real names cannot be recited, observed, or remembered, such as the gods of ancient rules, the spirits of strange space, the immortal souls of the starry sky, etc. Although this kind of dream is called a terrorist, it is a real gift. The prerequisite is to pass the test, otherwise you will return empty-handed, but you will not suffer any harm.

The past of great people, that is, the strong ones who have ascended to the level of legends, those who believe in gods and do their best in their insignificant times, those who dedicate their lives to the world, etc. Their stories are scattered in the real world between the world's consciousness and unconsciousness, and only exist for a short time. They are explored by those who are destined. There are dangers but also opportunities.

The future of the lost, the legends that fell in the astral world, died as saviors in other worlds, lost in the unknown space and died naturally. They were once favored by the world, but could not ascend to the level of legends, and died halfway, so they were called the lost. Under the instinct of the world, the future timeline belonging to them was materialized and embedded somewhere in the real world, and it only existed for a very short time.