(My hands are so cold, I originally wanted two watches, but I didn't expect to be about to be unable to type, should I lie in the quilt in winter?) After this chapter, it will be forever pavilion, and the story of this volume will also begin)

Dividing the books in front of her into three piles, Patchouli began to slowly explain the little knowledge about flying, she read a lot of books, very miscellaneous, and had an incomparable advantage in terms of knowledge.

"There is a quick way in Gensokyo.,Because there's an enchantment between extraordinary knowledge and common sense.,So it's common sense that humans who are very knowledgeable in the outside world can fly here.,As long as you go to Yakumo Zi to apply for a hukou, you can directly instill relevant knowledge.。

However, the identity of the Eternal Pavilion has already doomed the **Temple to not be able to take this road, the Yayun family and the Eternal Pavilion have enmity, the small feud from several lunar wars, and the **Temple faintly feels some estrangements that cannot be erased.

For example, some of the relevant materials during the establishment of Gensokyo were all destroyed, in an almost cathartic way, and the only one who had this right and the only possibility in the Forever Pavilion was Kaguya.

Even no matter how enlightened people are, there are so-called untouchable areas, ** temple as a model of death will not die, of course will not step on landmines, but the more this is the more curious it is, right?

The spirit was withdrawn from the emanating thoughts, and the temple listened carefully to Patchouli's explanation.

"The first is to use the air element to fly, to use magic to control the wind to make yourself fly, which is a very popular way in the last era, not only has a very large operating variable, can be freely displaced, and there are no shortcomings in speed acceleration. The only drawback is that the dependence on the environment is high, in the environment where there is no magic element or a vacuum in the outside world, people will be like a salted fish washed ashore, can only die and struggle, can do nothing. ”

This is not good.,The shortcomings are too obvious.,It's good to say in Gensokyo.,Once it's in a slightly harsher environment, it will become extremely bad.,Like the magic element is gradually scarce in the outside world, this magic will become very chicken.,And in an environment like the moon capital, it will become completely useless.。

"And the next one is the magic I use, called levitation, which uses magic to reduce my gravity until it is erased, and then manipulate my body to move. It's like this. ”

Pache floated up, soft as a feather, and her body exuded a faint glow, which was somewhat conspicuous in the basement, but the fighting methods of Gensokyo girls were very gorgeous, and it was impossible to completely eradicate the effect of light and shadow.

However, in addition to appreciating, ** temple also found some shortcomings.

"It seems that flexibility is not good."

"Yes." Patchouli smiled bitterly, and said a little helplessly: "Because this is for my own type, the burden on the body is relatively small, and there will be no situation where the speed acceleration is too fast and unbearable, and there is no need to put too much effort into control." ”

Falling from the sky, Patchouli was a little amazed by the keen observation of the ** temple, if it weren't for the fact that the talent for magic was too bad, this might be a very good disciple.

Bo but not fine can never compare to a few specializations, just the magic affinity of the passing line has almost doomed the ** temple magic on the bumps, years, decades, or even hundreds of years may be stuck in a strange level can not pass.

"Then it looks like you just like the third, the favorite form of the battle maniac."

Sure enough, Patchouli felt that the ** temple was not a scientific researcher who devoted himself to the study of magic theory like herself, but the kind that liked practice very much.

"Using magic to build an elastic membrane under your own feet is closer to building a foothold for running and jumping than flying in the traditional sense. Although it can be said to be the lowest grade in terms of usual speed, there are infinite possibilities in terms of instantaneous explosiveness and flexibility. ”

"Wait a minute, this way seems familiar."

With a happy smile, Pachouli blinked her eyes, and with a very familiar smile in her purple eyes, she explained calmly: "Of course, this is the method used by Meiyou, which is specially suitable for those who firmly believe that humans cannot fly." ”

**Si is not a Holy Grail schoolboy in another world, and he is not as firm as an obsession with the inability of humans to fly, as long as he finds the right theory and basis, he can fully believe in the possibility of human flight.

"So let's start sleeping together, not exercising."

Staring at the purple magician in front of him who was pale with excitement and blood on his face, the temple had a very strong sense of déjà vu, and it was the same when Kaguya came up with all kinds of bad ideas on a whim.

I just want to grab a very fun toy and be reluctant to let go.

"First of all, you have to exercise your magic manipulation ability, it is not a simple thing to build a magic membrane that can withstand the gravity of more than one person in the fastest time, and according to the individual's situation, the membrane built by each person is different, and you must rely on your own countless attempts to find your own one."

"So special training!"

Show one’s true colors in the end.

On the other side of Remilia, she came to the most heavily guarded place in the Red Devil Pavilion, and compared to the dormitory barrier that still needs to be circulated, the barrier here is almost closed, and it is a locked place.

The bronze door is not big, and now the Red Devil Pavilion likes everything big, like the style of style, it is completely different, here is the emphasis on fine, exquisite dragons and giants carved on the door, thunder and floods all over the land as if to reproduce the mythical god war.

The door doesn't have a key, as vampires have a better way to verify it.

There are only two conditions for opening, the direct blood of the Scarlett family, and coming alone.

Before, even if the ** Temple wanted to come over and have a look, she could only wait outside the door for Remilia to take out that part of the things that could be shown to others, and she couldn't enter the only secret place left by the ancient blood clan at all.

Pushing open the door of her own bedroom, which looked more like a work of art, Remilia stepped into a place she rarely visited.

In addition to curing Fran's illness, even though there was divine blood that could make all the bloodlines crazy, she still didn't like it, not only because of the demonic power within, but also because it reminded her of the pain she had suffered in that experiment.

The thick and silent breath was transmitted, even if it had been dead for a long time, the bodies of the gods were different, not only the huge appearance but also the different tastes, the inhuman taste that was even better than the monsters, clearly dividing people and gods into a chasm.

It's big, it's empty, and even if there's a lot of stuff, the people who designed it must have been forced to classify it, and it's divided into more than a thousand areas according to their functions, but thanks to this, it's very easy for Remilia to find things.

"Mask, mask, I remember it seems to be this seat."

According to this memory, Remilia found a place where a large number of fragments were placed, and not all artifacts could be re-forged after they were broken, and the best artifacts like Gangnir and Levardine would leave the hope of rebirth when they were nearly completely destroyed.

Most of the others are shredded and turned into non-recyclable garbage, with no hope of being forged again, and the value of the collection is higher than that of use.

The red one is not, the cyan one is not right, the green one doesn't seem to have the disgusting one on his hand that looks like peeling off the face of a goblin, and it's not right, and so on.

With the help of the induction between the fragments, she finally found a similar one in the vast number of fragments, and Remilia not only complained to those who collected it: "Really, it's just a fragment of an artifact, as for stuffing it all into it like if you don't want to eat, whether it's good or bad?" ”

Of course, this is a whining word, and the tools used by the gods, whether they can be used directly or not, can be used to perceive the power of that level.

The size of a piece of land, the number of humans in a region, and the prosperity of local mystical forces determine the degree of development of a god system.

District 11 is just an island country that can give birth to powerful gods like Yasaka Kanako, and the power in the more famous Norse mythology is even more amazing.

Holding up the mask fragment that was also a little uncomfortable, Remilia began to trace the trajectory of fate, and the piece that controlled Qin Xin used to trace back to the black shadow that she was somewhat familiar with for some reason had all been broken.

Thinking of the previous situation that could be called a 100% strategy of the Red Devil Pavilion, she directly thought that the other party was familiar with her ability to do this deliberately, and the mask fragments in the Red Devil Pavilion had no way to do this.

As long as one of them is picked up, it will be linked to the gods, and there is no way to escape, no way to take it out, even if the mask fragment is discarded.

The trajectory of fate is reflected in her eyes, and although she can't interfere directly, Remilia is definitely unreasonable beyond all detectives from the perspective of finding the murderer.

"Is it a nameless deity? Also, even the most famous mythological systems cannot do that not a single god is known to everyone. Wait, something seems wrong with this mask? ”

Because of the aura of Gungnir, Remilia did not receive the backlash of the Norse gods at all, and found the trajectory of her fate quite smoothly, but when she observed the picture of the broken mask, she sensed that something was wrong.

The broken ones were scattered, and none of them were similar.

The two pieces in her hand were so similar that they weren't any different, even with a vampire's eyesight.

Not a fragment of the same mask, but the same fragment.

As if to verify Remilia's conjecture, the two pieces that were close to each other slowly fused, and the one from Qin Xin turned into a translucent illusory form, superimposed on the other piece, although the mask fragments were still broken, Remilia had a feeling that this was complete now, and this was what it should be.