Bran took the time to meet with a few wizards in Northland. Just a glimpse of what they're capable of. I wanted to have a casual chat with them, but they were very reserved, which made Bran quickly lose interest.

Pete, who can transform into a firefly. Paul, a strong man, can turn his skin into cowhide. Polly, a 7 or 8-year-old girl, can transform into a lion, and is currently only a half-grown cub.

Bran made some discoveries in Polly. This transformed cub actually made a meow and meow, making it impossible to confirm for a while what kind of species this is. But Bran, as the former lion king, can't be mistaken.

Polly's transformation is somewhat restricted, and the little girl is unable to transform herself into an adult lioness. Bran explained to her the habits of lions, and made a statue of an adult lioness, and even imitated the roar of the lioness, which scared the little girl into tears. But it didn't work, and it seems that it will take time. Maybe it's the uneasiness of meeting strangers for the first time, maybe it's the need for time to understand new knowledge, or maybe it's the fact that such transformations are inherently affected by age. These conjectures can only be confirmed by time.

For Pete, who transforms into a firefly, Bran has no choice. He didn't know much about bugs and couldn't give any advice. It's also impossible, teach yourself the key things now.

Paul, a member of the Knights. Bran gave a simple explanation of the structure of the human body, the composition of the skin. As for whether he can find his way to evolution, it remains to be seen. But seeing that he was eager to try, he should have some ideas.

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After the few people left, Bran looked at Il, who was still by his side, "You have also observed me for a while, have you gained anything?"

Although he had always hoped for guidance, after hearing Bran's questioning, Ill was still very careful to explain: "I don't mean to offend you, I just want to get your unintentional gift." ”

Bran waved his hand, "Don't be too restrained, just answer my question directly." ”

"For a point, I'm trying to mimic your magical barrier. As he spoke, Il pushed himself out of the night, and continued to explain, "This is the only way to do it during the day, and my abilities are only strongest at night. ”

Bran looked at the tent-like space and his mind was full of questions, "How did you do that, and how did you use your abilities in the first place?"

"A black cloth, a black cloak. At first I draped it over my body, and when I fell from a high place, I used it as an open wing, and now I hold it up like an umbrella. ”

Bran smiled and thought to himself, "Wings, good idea, I'll try it later." The other should be cognitive differences, as well as the perspective of concern as a woman. What would a man do with it? Maybe as a piece of armor, as a shield. Jumping from a high place may be a large shield. Then it's not flying, it's falling. ”

In the midst of his thoughts, a thought gradually arose in Bran: "Maybe the classification of abilities can be simpler, the final manifestation of many abilities is actually influenced by the wizard's own cognition." The cognitive differences between individuals cannot be the same, so the abilities are also very different. ”

Since it was influenced by cognition, the environment was the most important thing, so Bran asked, "What were you studying when you woke up, or what were you doing during that time?"

"Learning to sew, this is a skill that all women must learn. ”

"Really?" Bran subconsciously asked, why didn't the men in the Northland have this treatment?

Il, looking at Bran's unintentional reaction, probably guessed the situation of the man in the Northland, and with a faint smile on his face, she endured it again.

"What about Paul, then?"

"He's got a good knack for leather. You probably know our situation, although we have knightly training, but we have to solve the problems of life by ourselves. ”

Bran sighed, "If only he were a blacksmith." ”

This inexplicable sentence made Il not know how to answer, so she could only remain silent, but at the same time, a trace of anticipation and excitement gradually rose, and she felt that she would definitely gain something today.

Bran was caught up in all sorts of strange thoughts. Why did Polly transform into a lion, she should have been in contact with cows, horses, cats or dogs the most. Pete, this kid, did he discover the hatching ground of fireflies? A lion who can meow, a boy who loves fireflies?

Bran shook his head, getting rid of these for the time being. All people are affected by the environment in which they live, and their thinking is limited, not only by themselves. He asked Eir, "Have you ever seen fog?"

"Yes. ”

"Have you ever seen the moisture?"

"Yes. ”

"Moisture, it will re-form water on the lid of the pot, have you ever seen it?"

"Yes. ”

As he spoke, Il felt like he had caught something, and while peeping at the walls that day, Pete said that it was full of mist, a mist of magic. Then came the words of the Great Wizard: "You turned it into a piece of cloth, you made it a cloak." What it is, it's up to you. ”

"It's up to you. Yir subconsciously repeated, and then said again: "It's up to me!"

Bran was silent, quietly waiting for the result. That's how the thought is, when it turns around, its eyes light up, and if it can't turn around, it's just to drill the horns.

......

The magic in front of Il's body began to change, like an open light veil, becoming transparent. Light gauze was layered and filled all around her. But something was missing, how could this become fog? how could cloth become fog?

The light yarn danced violently, and finally turned into fragments in the sky......

Bran watched with great interest, watching the interesting change. He could have given the answer explicitly, and even given various visual demonstrations, but he didn't want to let go of this rare test subject. A person who is bound by reality, a wizard who has not received a modern education, cannot understand various natural phenomena, and has lost his imagination. How will she get out of this situation?

Il has completely plunged into her own world, and her mind is starting to get confused. But she still remembers the phrase: "It's up to you." ”

"It's up to me. If the Grand Wizard says it's up to me, then it must be up to me. I turned it into a piece of cloth, so is it fog in the first place? It must be so, it's fog. ”

In Bran's eyes, the debris in the sky slammed apart and turned into a thick fog, a real thick fog.

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Il, who came to his senses, bowed respectfully to Bran, full of gratitude.

Bran didn't care if Il was full of gratitude. What he cared about was how Il had completed the transformation. The answer is somewhat surprising. Il's final choice was to blindly believe, believing that he was right, she didn't think about the process at all, and the magic obeyed her will. She now believed that the true face of her abilities was fog, except that it could condense into her cloth, her cloak, and her tent.

What the original form of the ability was, Bran didn't know. Whether it's fog or stone, in Bran's eyes, it's just a way to use ability. But looking at Il in front of him, enveloping himself in a cloud of mist, Bran felt that it was all so funny.