Chapter 913 Three Interpretations of Space

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

Suddenly, a stern look came, which made Weilin 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 of Xingyue Castle. He made up his mind that after asking about the relevant information of the space between fantasy and reality, he would stay there for a day and would never come back until the next morning.

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

"Uncle, you are back."

Weilin walked in briskly with a smile on his face.

Odor sat down calmly, a little alert rose in his heart, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Would this kid come 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 is not that he does not want to repair it as soon as possible, but he also needs to take time to accompany Flora, teach his two students and Lucas, conduct magic experiments, and occasionally visit the underground world.

In general, it is not that he does not want to, but that he does not have so much time.

Of course, if there is no backlog of building a magic airship, he can get it done in three months.

"Uncle, can't I come to see you and aunt?" Weilin sat 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 slowly said: "I don't know your character yet, tell me quickly, I have to repair the war beast puppet for you after that."

When Weilin heard this, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, sat up straight, and said bluntly: "Uncle, there is no one else here, you don't have to make such an excuse. You can repair the war beast puppet in half a year. Now it has been delayed for two years, so it doesn't matter."

Hearing Weilin's words, Odor did not change his face, there was no embarrassment on his face, looked at Weilin calmly, and said lightly: "I know what you are going to do, but your wife will come to the door later, let me see how you deal with it."

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

Weilin waved his hand nonchalantly, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay."

In response, Odor stopped advising, picked up the teacup and took another sip. Anyway, this guy is a lazy bug, and being lazy anywhere is not being lazy.

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

For this scene, Odor just took a look and stopped paying attention. He leaned on the sofa, used magic to control the pen and paper, and wrote various deconstruction formulas on it, preparing to use it as the teaching content for his two students in the past five years.

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

"I went to consolidate my professional level."

"Did she break through to the middle level of gold?"

"No." Odor stopped recording in his hand, integrated the hundreds of papers suspended on the ceiling in order, and finally formed twelve books on the table, then looked up at Weilin and answered, "I used a trick to let her directly cross the middle level of gold and become a high-level gold knight.

Weilin looked astonished 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, and it won't harm her future career path. "Odor did not hide anything and answered.

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 previous life very well, so I dare to do this." Odor took a deep look at Weilin and said slowly, "As for you, I dare not. What if you were someone I couldn't afford to offend in your previous life, I would be gone."

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

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work. Anyway, I'm not very envious. "Wei Lin said one thing and meant another, pretending to be calm.

Odor didn't believe a word of what this kid said.

Who wouldn't be tempted if they could take a shortcut?

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

As for this cheap nephew, he has taken enough shortcuts, so it is better to follow the steps. If he can improve his strength without sequelae, then just ignore what he said.

It has only been a few years, and this kid is about to break through to the middle-level knight of soul, and even the druid profession is about to reach the soul level.

If Wei Lin is a diligent genius, he would have accepted it, but unfortunately this kid is not.

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

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

"I have been there." Odor answered.

"Can you tell me in detail? "When Weilin heard this, he couldn't wait to ask.

Odor was stunned and looked at Weilin. Could it be that he had discovered some ruins or strange places 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 memory light ball, and slapped it directly into Weilin's head.

"I'm very busy. You can take your time to read it."

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

Weilin rubbed his head and looked at his uncle's disappearing figure. He looked a little helpless and said to himself: "It seems that I can't be lazy."

"Forget it, I'll go back after reading this information."

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

The space between fantasy and reality is divided into three types in his uncle's definition, namely the dream of the horrible, the past of the great, and the future of the lost.

The dreams of the horrors are those beings of extremely high status, whose real names cannot be recited, observed, or remembered, such as the ancient gods of rules, the spirits of strange spaces, the immortal souls of the stars, etc. Although this type of dream is called horror, it is a real gift. The premise is to pass the test, otherwise it will return empty-handed, but it will not be harmed.

The past of the great ones, that is, the strong who ascended to the legend, the believers in the gods and did their best when they were insignificant, and those who dedicated their lives to the world, etc. Their stories were scattered in the real world between the world consciousness and unconsciousness, and only existed for a short time. They were explored by those who were destined, with dangers and opportunities.

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