Most people probably don't need to struggle with their imagination all the time, because in many cases they just add some spice to their lives without having much impact on their daily lives. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, for Frick, his imagination has begun to erode into his normal work and life in recent times, and those phantoms who don't know how to appear have obviously penetrated deep into the slumber of consciousness, making him unable to distinguish the line between reality and illusion.

In order to find out what is real, in addition to relying on original experience and common sense that can only be used as generalizations, it may be necessary to rely on the eyes of others. This may not be a good idea, but so far there seems to be only one way left.

It is highly likely that the color that permeates the life force only exists in his eyes, and will not be noticed by others. If Frick wanted to make sure that the leaves he saw were different from Suval's, he had to let Suval observe them first.

"Is that so? Then look at this leaf...... What's the difference between them and this one?" he pointed to the most unusual leaf, and then chose one of the other leaves, "By the way, it's best to pay attention to the inner magic when observing. ”

Frick had noticed that the leaf's stunningly fresh green was actually a sight to be seen through "sight" beyond his eyes, but this time it was not only projected into his consciousness, but also allowed him to see the difference through the naked eye.

In Suval's eyes, at least, the shoots of this parasitic tree were nothing remarkable, and the leaves that grew on it were indistinguishable from all the young leaves of parasitic trees. It's likely that he only spotted the newly grown parasitic trees while attending a class in the Forest of Aeon, and chose them as a gift on a whim.

However, the actual situation was still a little different from what he thought, because Suval was stunned for a moment when he saw the two leaves he was pointing, and then he reached out as if he understood something, and pointed to the other leaf in the direction of Frick's finger.

"Excuse me...... Let me make sure, are you referring to these two leaves? They shouldn't be a problem - both in terms of appearance and magical reaction. ”

As he said with a slight frown and a puzzled tone, Suval's fingers slowly ran over the two young leaves on the young branches of the parasitic tree. One was the "ordinary" young leaf that Frick wanted as a reference, and the other was the one that sat on the extension of his fingertips.

Oddly enough, he completely ignored Frick's finger on the leaf, and instead watched the extension line turn into a leaf. And he confirmed that Frick's question, although the tone was a little tentative, the look in his black eyes was clearly serious.

What Efrick knew about Suval, this overly serious young man was not the one to joke about in such a place...... It's better that he doesn't even know what the joke is. Frick quickly understood that it was not that he was unaware of the anomaly, but that he did not see it at all.

"Oh, no...... Could it be ......" Looking at Suvar's doubts, Frick suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if the cold outside the house had seeped into his body through the walls, "I'm sorry...... Ignore my question, could you please just draw the whole branch?"

Apparently he had lost his sense of normalcy because of the other party's unexpected reaction, and Flick's tone of voice was no longer as relaxed as before, but rather a little urgent. By the time he noticed this, it was too late, and Suval's eyes had already taken on a suspicious look.

Suval was obviously suspicious of his sudden gaffe, especially at this time, he couldn't care so much, and directly sent the pen and paper to him.

He didn't say anything more, just made a "please" gesture to Suval, asking him to draw the parasitic twigs he saw in his eyes on the paper. Although the younger junior did not directly refuse his request, the pressure emanating from the silence was undoubtedly telling that he wanted to know what was going on.

Sketching is as basic a scrivener as is reading and memorizing, because many of the scrivener's jobs require a pen and paper to record what he sees. Suvar worked very quickly, and in a short time he had the image of the parasitic wood on paper.

Unsurprisingly, the unusual leaf is not present in Suvar's depiction, and there are not even a few branches that Frick sees. His image does depict a young branch of a parasitic tree, but it is slightly thinner than what Frick sees.

Similar twigs can occasionally be seen in the mountains and forests at this time, and in the eyes of ordinary people they are indeed not much different from what Suval depicted, but in the eyes of Flick they are outliers. The emerald green leaves and flourishing branches are probably the only ones that can only be grown by specially cultivated parasitic trees.

And so it was...... Look at this, that's what I see. With a sigh, Frick handed the notebook to Suval, who was sketching the same object as Suval traced the parasitic twigs on the table.

The parasitic trees he paints are almost half the size of Suval's, and not only the branches that grow luxuriantly, but also the leaves that are more vibrant and energetic. Especially the most special young leaf, which it deliberately circled with a pen of another color, signaling Suval to pay attention to that position.

Wondering what kind of expression would have appeared on Suval's face, he looked back and forth between the two sketches and the body on the table in amazement, as if he couldn't accept that they were based on the same reference, and he didn't know where the leaf that Frick had specially marked was.

"No...... How is this possible?"

Suval's gaze swept back and forth between the painting and the branches, and at last he could not help but exclaim: "Seniors of Sierra Leone, you are not making fun of me, are you? This parasitic tree was collected from the tree by my own hands, and I have already determined with my own hands what it looks like - it is not as lush as you painted, just a common parasitic twig that can be seen everywhere, and it does not have the strange leaves you mentioned. ”

In desperation, his choice of words changed back to the overly detained way he had when he first met Frick, and the pronoun that had been changed to "you" under persuasion also changed back to "you". It turns out that this side is his nature, probably due to the habits formed by family education.

Perhaps to prove his claim, Suval immediately reached out and grabbed the end of the branch and handed it to Frick. The branch he chose was the thickest of Frick's sketches, and naturally there were other branches growing on it, and he held it in the same position as the one that connected the other branches.

In Suval's writing, there are not any branches attached to this branch, not even a leaf. He chose to hold on to this passage in order to prove his correctness to Frick, so he did not hesitate to grasp the part of the verse that seemed to him to have branches.

The result was not surprising, he effortlessly grasped the branch of the parasitic tree, and the branch that only Flick could see went straight through his hand. So the young scribe smiled in a smile appropriate for his age, and looked at Frick with a look that seemed to be a declaration of victory.

"How?"

He said proudly: "Sierra Leonean seniors, do you want to use this kind of bluff to joke with me? I have to say that I was really scared by you at the beginning, but as a scrivener, I really have to believe in my eyes, after all, seeing is believing!"

His expression was clearly like "I won't be deceived by you", because he had already demonstrated the truth of his words in an unmistakable way.

"Yes, you ...... 'seeing is believing'. ”

Flick had expected that Suval would prove that his sketches were not fakes, but he was slightly comforted. He wasn't affected by anomalous magic and didn't participate in Dr. Coulter's experiments, so at least what he saw should be similar to that of a normal person. So he smiled, took the tender branch from Suval's hand, and laid it flat on the table.

Seeing Suval's slightly puzzled expression, he once again reached out and pinched a branch that did not exist in Suval's paintings. From the fingertips to the palms, you can immediately feel the soft touch of the young branches of the plant, as if it is a substance that actually exists.

"What ......"

Suvar stammered as Flick grabbed the apparition branch and picked up the parasitic tree—in his eyes, it was as if Frick had just placed his hand on the twig of the parasitic tree, and the twig had "floated" in mid-air with its movements.

Suval is also a person who can sense magic, and he is even more talented than Frick in this regard. Therefore, the moment he saw Flick "pick up" the parasitic wood twig, he also wondered if he was using magic power, but soon noticed that the other party did not have the slightest magic reaction in his hand.

"While your 'seeing is believing' may be good, it seems like I've seen more here. ”

Frick had already noticed that Vision's abilities continued to grow, especially as certain beings with apparent magical reactions attracted its attention. However, he is now even able to see and touch objects that "don't exist", which obviously means that his abilities are not so simple.

At the very least, if the scenery that appeared in this field of vision was only an illusion generated by his mind after being processed by his imagination, then at least these scenes were illusory and unreal. And he can't touch the phantom, let alone affect reality by catching the "phantom".

Looking at Suval, who was stunned in front of him, Frick couldn't help but think about what his ability was while proving that he was not joking.