Everyone on the boat, almost at the same moment, smelled the pungent smell of food, and before the feeding center in the hypothalamus could give the command to "eat", they felt a flower in front of them, and they fell into the illusion of the aroma of food. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The same is true for Ingres.

In front of his eyes, there are all kinds of beautiful, brightly colored delicacies that make people want to eat them. Coupled with the rich aroma that lingered on the tip of his nose and could not be dispersed, Angel subconsciously reached out and picked up the honey-glazed roasted chicken thighs nearby.

When a certain desire is infinitely inflated, it can affect all physiological indicators of a person, including reason. In other words, desire can interfere with the reception of information signals in the brain, and when desire is inflated, information cannot reach the rational brain safely. At this time, it will be the emotional brain, or instinctive brain, that dominates a person's thinking. The essence of human beings is still that of animals. The instinctive brain is responsible for this part, synthesizing emotions and desires, expressing the most primitive instincts like animals.

When the desire to eat fills Ingres's brain, he becomes irrational, his logic is confused, his mind is sluggish, and he is like an animal.

Not only Angels, but all the ordinary people on the ship were all controlled by the desire to eat, roaring madly, and coveting the food in the illusion to the greatest extent.

Just as Ingres was almost drowning in the frenzy of appetite, an itch that was more unbearable than appetite appeared near the butterfly bone on Ingres' back.

There is no trace of where this itching comes from or where it flows. But it's menacing, like a good beer stumbling all the way and then squirting out of foam before it can be opened, covering everything else in an instant.

Itch -

It's so itchy.

It's like thousands of ants, crawling back and forth deep in the bones.

This is the real itch to the bone.

The sudden itching is not all bad, at least the crazy desire to eat is also losing in this torrent of itching waves.

Anything, as long as there is a gap, there is the possibility of subversion. The same is true of reason, which was originally controlled by emotions and could not turn over in oppression. But even if there is only a little relaxation in the mood, the reason will be slightly higher.

The itching made Angel lose his appetite and repeatedly reach out and scratch it. But the itching comes and goes quickly. When the itching came to an abrupt end, Ingres found that his appetite had completely subsided, and that the illusion of the aroma of food could no longer affect his sanity.

Angel looked at the various foods that were still floating around him, and his heart was scared for a while. Because he knew very well that the location of the honey-roasted chicken thighs near him, where there was any food, was clearly the lamp wax he usually used.

If he had eaten the wax as a chicken leg...... Angel trembled violently, and the consequences were unimaginable!

He didn't dare to touch those food illusions again.

The one who can create such an illusion is either a sea beast born by nature, or a wizard with extraordinary powers. Ingres didn't dare to speculate on the intention of the transcendent beings to do this, but he didn't want to be dominated by desire anymore, and looking at the food illusion in front of him, he simply held the mind of not being out of sight and out of mind, and closed his eyes directly.

Perhaps the transcendent life that created the illusion of food was not too murderous, and Ingres didn't touch the illusion, and the illusion didn't come to trouble him again, which made Ingres breathe a sigh of relief.

It was only then that Ingres began to recall memories of his previous time when he was dominated by his appetite.

After a while, Angel touched his back suspiciously-

It's itching in this place again, what's going on? It's itching in this place more than once, and it's weird every time, and it's coming and going fast, and there's nothing strange about it.

Ingres' brow furrowed, and he knew that there was nothing unusual about the itching, at least on the surface. The only thing that is unusual is that I was scratched by a strange woman in the 'illusion' during the talent test.

At first, Ingres thought it might be an illusion, created by the Eye of Aberas, because after his talent test had been completed, he had gone to look in the mirror and had not found any scars on his back.

But with the recent occurrence of various abnormal itching, he began to suspect a little, maybe that world was not an illusion...... Rather, as guessed during the talent test at the time, it was a strange world parallel to reality.

The place where his back was scratched, maybe there was also the energy of that strange world, which made him appear in his current situation.

Ingres didn't know if his guess was correct, but with his current vision, he could only make such a guess.

Will the itching come back, will there be anything worse besides the itching? He didn't know. Under the threat of the unknown, Angel secretly decided in his heart that if he could get through the current level, the next time he saw Moro, he must tell him about his situation.

Time does not allow him to delay, and who knows if his life will be threatened by the next itch. Therefore, he could only turn to Moro for help at close range, rather than wait until he was successful in his studies and then explore it alone.

While Ingres was thinking about it, the Bauhinia had already sailed into the depths of the mist, and a group of people had already arrived at the source of the 'Scented Illusion'.

On the back of the huge Hayabusa, Sanders, who wore a high hat and an elegant aristocratic atmosphere, was silent. With a mysterious smile on her face, Flora sat on the edge of the Hayabusa's wings, looking at the people standing on the Bauhinia with malicious eyes.

On the deck of the Bauhinia, led by Sabo, five people stood on each side. In addition to the guides of the three major wizarding organizations, Moro and Isli, who had just advanced to the first level of wizard apprenticeship, also stepped in.

Flora looked at Sabo and the others for a while, then suddenly smiled lightly, and said in that weird voice that seemed childish and charming: "Hehehe, Mad Bear Sabo, when did you become a part-time nanny?

The three wizard academy guides, known as "little children", silently bowed their heads.

Sabo was so sarcastic by Flora, although he was angry in his heart, but in front of Sanders, he didn't dare to make any moves, so he could only pretend not to hear the irony, and pretended to smile heartily.

"Hahaha, the Blood Witch laughed, it's rare to meet Grea's restaurant, these uninformed boys, they all want to open their eyes. Sabo explained with a haha.

Flora narrowed her beautiful eyes and sneered in her heart, her eyes were opened, and it was true that she wanted to eat and drink in Grea's restaurant...... However, Grea is not a good chef, and she wants to eat it?

Grea is a typical example of the group of lunatics in the 'Candy House'. Don't look at them giggling and crazy, but when it comes to principles, they won't back down at all.

And Grea's restaurant, there is only one way to enter: have an invitation card.

Without an invitation card, even if you are a legendary wizard, Grea will dare to refuse.

This time, in order to enter Grea's restaurant, Sanders spent a lot of money to get a bronze invitation card.

Hehe, Flora suddenly had some anticipation, the expression of this group of bastards when they learned the truth.