When Ingres returned to his bedroom, he recorded the test data of the reincarnation overture and the results of Sanders' final conclusion in the codex. Then he wrote an article about some of his experiences and realizations during the reincarnation overture test.

Although he hasn't thought about releasing the reincarnation overture yet, the conclusion that should be done still needs to be done. After all, memories can last a long time, but realizations are often fleeting.

The test of the reincarnation overture finally ends with an answer that is neither good nor bad.

Putting away the codex, Angels took out the notebook Sanders had given him, which recorded the tricks and theories on the basis of the various schools of illusion.

Sanders told him to decide on a main line first. Ingres had his own ideas about this, but before deciding on his main lineage, he decided to get started with all the genres before comparing and choosing.

The illusion tricks that Ingres has learned now have covered most of the genres, and among these schools, there are some Ingres who are more interested in and learn quickly, such as the Phantom Array. There are some things that require talent that Ingres thinks are difficult to do, such as sound illusions.

There are many mainstream schools, and Ingres has practiced most of them.

At present, only "mirage", "fantasy" and "change" are left, and he has not yet entered the three genres.

Now that the matter of the reincarnation overture has been temporarily concluded, he plans to ask Sanders for advice on some of the problems he encountered in his studies before Sanders leaves.

Because time is also tight, Sanders will leave soon. During this time, he could only learn one genre of tricks at most, so how to choose the priority of learning was in front of him.

Mirage, a genre that manipulates temperature and weather changes, complements nature and is also one of the two major schools of illusion with "world illusion". Fantasy, a genre that moves between truth and hypocrisy. Change is a genre of transformation and insight into details.

The hardest of these three genres is mirage, and of course, the difficulty here refers to the hardest to get started. After learning, in fact, the choice of anything is almost the same, as long as you have time, the whole department is no problem, just look at your own understanding.

Ingres pondered for a moment, and finally decided to put the change department at the forefront of his studies first.

Mirage, although it is difficult to get started, Ingres has been in the Purification Garden, through the Mirage of Erdes's talent, and has obtained some related inheritances, so he thinks that self-education should be no problem.

As for the real illusion, Ingres heard that Su Mishi was the true wizard of the true fantasy school, and he returned to the savage cave soon after. Although the other party may not necessarily point out to him, but what if. In case it looks like Sanders' sake, Su Mishi points him out a word or two, then the real illusion will be easy to get started.

So, after ruling out the mirage and the illusion, Ingres decided to put change first in his studies before Sanders left.

Having identified the genre of learning, Ingres began to read the tricks associated with change in depth.

The introductory trick of change is called "Transmogrification", which is a second-level trick, and the main effect is actually to transform into other people, or creatures.

Ingres's use of the Basic Illusion and the Nightmare Illusion can actually achieve the same effect, so the Illusion seems to be of little use. But on the contrary, transmogrification is the most important thing in the whole line of change.

Because the core of transmogrification is not transmogrification, but the convergence of illusion nodes, so as not to be seen through by other wizards at a glance. Therefore, wizards in the illusion department prefer to call transfiguration - basic convergence technique.

It can be said that the core of most of the tricks and even spells in the Variation Series lies in how to converge, hide, or even abandon the illusion nodes.

This trick is very useful for Ingres. As long as he learns this method, he will have a weakened sense of existence with boundless silence in the front, and a transformation technique in the future, and his safety will be greatly improved.

For the rest of the day, Ingres was obsessed with transfigration.

The hour hand on the wall slowly shifted, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening.

While Ingres was in the middle of his studies, suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Young Master Pat, Miss Grea's student said he wanted to see you, and now he is in the parlor on the second floor, do you need to refuse?" When the door opened, Steward Goode was standing in the doorway.

Grea's disciple?

Ingre's face showed confusion: "Is there something he is looking for me?"

Goode shook his head, "I don't know, but Miss Flora only left on her front foot, and he was left alone." ”

Ingres pondered for a moment and nodded to Goode, "Okay, I see." I changed my clothes and went over. ”

Half an hour later, Angel came to the living room on the second floor, and when he lifted the curtains, he saw a handsome young man sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed. Between the slender and white fingers hung a bunch of cranberry vines, swaying and swallowing gracefully.

That man was none other than Spyve.

Compared to when he was in Sleepless City, Spayway has clearly accepted his new identity, and judging by the way he dresses, he seems to be quite comfortable.

It is worth mentioning that Spice is now a first-level apprentice, and his cultivation speed is much faster than that of Angel at the beginning.

When Angel entered, he nodded to him and sat down across from him, "You have something to do with me?"

Spellway swallowed the cranberry vine in his hand before nodding nonchalantly, "It's Flora who has something to do with you, I'm just a microphone." ”

Ingres frowned, "Miss Flora is your mentor, and it seems a little inappropriate for you to call her by her first name. ”

Sparrow waved his hand casually, "Why are you so serious, she's not here anyway." That's not how the rules are followed, so take it easy. ”

Angel lowered his eyebrows, not judging Spavi's attitude. What he sticks to is not a rule, just the wisdom of survival as an apprentice. For a wizard, you must have absolute respect, otherwise you will anger the wizard and there will be no place to reason if you are killed.

Spievy seems to have adjusted to being an apprentice, but apparently hasn't regained the way he was supposed to survive as an apprentice.

"What is Miss Flora looking for me?" said Ingres, straight to the point.

Spievy pouted: "It's not too late to talk about this later, you can explain my confusion first, what is going on with the alchemy illusion that made Grea create a law?"

Angel: "What does this have to do with you?"

Spellway narrowed his eyes and spread his hands on the back of the couch, "Do you want to answer me, or is there something unspeakable in this?"

Angel's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, "This is what Miss Flora asked you to ask?"

"No, it's just my personal curiosity. Spellway laughed, his mouth curling upward.

"Then why should I explain it to you?" Ingres asked rhetorically, "or are you commanding me as Gerrak?"

Spavi's expression instantly dropped. Angels' words were obviously a reminder to him not to forget who he is now.

Spellway sneered at Angel for a long time, and just when Ingres thought he was going to vent his anger, Spice suddenly laughed, and the smile was very flattering.

"Brother Pat, can't you solve my doubts?"

The tone of this sentence is said in a thousand turns, and it is charming. Especially when calling Ingres' name, the deliberately long tail note gave him goosebumps.

Angel now understands why the people of Night's Edge are disgusted when they mention Grack, and even nicknamed him Little Devil, because this guy is completely faceless and skinless.

Such a stinky and shameless wizard is also a strange flower.

Seeing that Angel had been silent, Spiceway's eyes widened and he looked at him innocently, "Tell me, I'm curious. I promise not to tell outsiders. ”

Angel rolled his eyes in his heart, his face still cold: "If you really want to know, go to the Ancient River Beach Auction in the Cold Moon, I will have an Alchemy Fantasy Work auctioned there." ”

Spellway paused for a moment, changed his expression, and pretended to be pitiful, "We're not all in the same vein as the Illusion Master, so why bother being so angry." ”

Ingres did not respond to Spellway's subsequent pleas of pity.

Spavi twitched the corners of his mouth, "I'm sure your alchemy illusion must be a bit of a trick, definitely not like the outside world rumores." ”

Ingres looked at him silently, like a fool.

Spayvy: "Okay, just buy it, the ancient river beach, right? When the time comes, I'll buy it, and you, as the auctioneer, I'm going to ask some questions about it, and you can't stop talking, right?"

Angel: "I'll talk about it when you buy it." ”

Ingres said this, but said silently in his heart: By the time you buy it and return to the savage cave, it is estimated that I will be gone......

Seeing that Angel didn't enter, Spavi finally gave up the question, and said his intention with a dull face.

"It's not a big deal for Flora to look for you, just let me tell you, when you have time, do her a favor......"

......

After Spice left, Angel sat on the couch and was silent for a few moments.

The expression was slightly gloomy.

It wasn't until Steward Goode came in with a cup of sap dripping from the milk-fruit tree that Ingres came to his senses.

"I won't drink it now, give it to Wheybiton. When Angels refused, he stood up and walked outside.

Goode paused slightly, this was the first time Ingres refused. Goode looked back in the direction Angel had left, and found that he hadn't returned to his bedroom, but had gone out the door, heading out for the outside of Phantom Island.

"It's a little weird. Goode muttered under his breath.

"Grandpa, what's strange?" Hubidon's voice rang out from the side, and when he looked back, Hubigon came out of nowhere and came to his side.

Goode turned his head and patted him on the head fiercely: "How many times have I said it, why don't you have a memory in your head, you can't call me that here." ”

Huibiton pursed his mouth, "Okay, grandpa...... Steward Goode, what were you just muttering? What's weird or not?"

Goode handed the sap in his hand to Hubyton: "It's nothing, you take this and drink it, and the young master will reward you." ”