The sailors cracked their mouths and laughed, and they winked glances at the sailors beside them, who were desperately trying not to laugh, and shouted, "Thank you, boss!" and then snatched the bottle and poured it into their mouths. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Magellan stood aside with a smile, and the very drinkable sailor took only one big sip before he began to sway from side to side, he was visibly drunk and completely powerless when Magellan snatched the bottle from his hand.

So the next sailor happily took the bottle from Magellan.

Magellan smiled as he watched the drunken sailor staggering towards the hillside, then snatched the bottle from the drunken sailor: "Next." ”

By the time the bottle bottomed out, Magellan had already created a group of drunkards, who, as if summoned by some force, walked towards the dense forest on the hillside.

"Is it Bacchus?"

The occasional passing count looked at the sailors in the distance with a look of pity.

"Yes, that forest welcomes all creatures that have fallen into a frenzy. I dare say a drunken rabbit would run there too. ”

"Well, I am sorry that I cannot accompany you on your adventures, Professor Magellan, and I do not drink. ”

Magellan smiled wryly and shook his head: "I drink a little once in a while, but never get drunk. ”

"It's a good habit. The Count said no more, and went back to his tent.

The team members who had gone into the forest did not return until the next morning.

Magellan asked the team members who remained in the camp to climb the hillside and search for them at the edge of the forest, and they soon returned with the team members who had been drunk yesterday.

The group was noisy along the way, and it was clear that the sailors who had spent the night in the forest couldn't wait to show off what had happened to them.

Magellan struggled to sort out the information from the chaos of gossip and get a rough idea of what happened to the sailors when they entered the forest.

When they got drunk, they felt an irresistible attraction and led them into the forest. The forest is almost like a living thing, opening up from it to welcome them.

Walking into the forest, they saw the altar of Dionysus. The statue of Dionysus on the altar was a rickety drunk, and the priests around him were all drunken monsters, and in this intoxication, they began to revel.

Basically, there are only two things to do in the carnival: drinking, and going crazy.

But I don't know if it's the divine power of Dionysus, these team members have a lot of carnival content in their memories, including even taking all the Amazon warriors home.

Strangely, when they left the forest, the men were still drunk and kept pouring wine down their throats, but they were still thrown out of the forest.

This sentence is a completely realistic description, the fact is that they took off from the forest and fell the hillside outside, and only miraculously, no one was injured.

After listening to their descriptions, Magellan asked the players to go back to rest.

"I don't understand, is there any use in this experiment of yours?" the Count stood beside Magellan and listened to the confused description with him, but, contrary to Magellan, he felt that it was of little use.

"At least, they helped me nail a bad guess. ”

"What?"

"In the forest, undrunk creatures are not welcome. Even if someone gets drunk and gets in, when he wakes up, he will still be thrown out. ”

"You don't seem to feel sorry. ”

"Our witch-lord didn't mention that. ”

In Medea's description, the forest was nothing like what the sailors had seen. The witch came to the altar of Dionysus in a welcome from the forest, prayed to the gods with the priests of Dionysus, then saw the "truth of the heights" of the world, lingered, and finally the priest told her that it was time to leave, and only then did she return to the outside of the forest.

"She didn't drink, she didn't revel, and the reward given by the god of wine to the priests was to show them some scenery that they would not normally see. ”

"She's said this a long time ago, I don't understand......"

"To the owner of this forest, the god of wine, drunkenness may represent something else. ”

"So there's a way to go into the forest without getting drunk. "That's good news, but I hope you can be quick, I've smelled it...... The rancid stench on the hyena. ”

"It's coming so fast......," Magellan laughed, "I don't like scavengers, they're all essentially like flies." ”

"If you think so, you'll get bitten by hyenas. ”

Magellan didn't say anything more, there was one sentence, he only said in his heart: "I used to be the biggest hyena." ”

......

For the next period of time, Magellan spent most of his time in the witch's tent.

The team starts joking that Magellan is in love with Medea, but no one believes this because they all think witches are not the kind of people who think of love.

Magellan didn't find out how popular the joke was at all, and he was busy every day.

For someone who wants to learn about witchcraft theory from scratch, and who knows nothing about it before, the learning process is a disaster.

Fortunately, most of them were logically rigorous theories and involved very little practice, so Magellan eventually persevered.

When he decided to start his first experiment, it had just passed. Medea made no secret of her admiration, and even though Magellan had cut down on the learning content, it was still unprecedented.

Because of this, Medea was confident in the experiment, but Magellan was the opposite of her, because he knew that he was a realist, the kind of person that Dionysian liked the most.

The witch followed Magellan's fine-tuned recipe, mixed spices, lit them in the tent, and then withdrew from the tent, leaving only Magellan.

The spice emits a clear blue-purple color as it burns, and Magellan is half-reclining in his chair and soon falls into a dream.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe, and basically in Magellan's view, he did not change, but the world changed.

The tent was filled with colorful air currents, like the aurora borealis, constantly flowing, dreamlike, and through these colors, everything was different. The tents turned black, and the tables and chairs turned translucent green, twisting in a strange arc.

Magellan cautiously stood up, looked around, and looked down at himself.

At first glance, his current body was very gorgeous, like a humanoid water mass filled with golden fireflies. The sheer light shines through the pale blue that belongs to the water, and one can't help but think of all the fond memories of water.

"Is this reality? no, it must be an illusion......

Magellan thought so and found that the world had changed.