Section 1303 Luggage

The clouds are steaming and the clouds are rising, and the energy is flowing through the rainbow.

It was the first time for Fullington to fly in the sky. The beautiful scenery below was magnificent and moving, but he had no intention of watching it. Not only because of the vicious and ruthless person behind him who had no idea of ​​his purpose; more importantly, his whole body was trembling and he really couldn't bear the cold.

He didn't wear much clothes, and there was a fireplace to keep him warm at home, but he was taken away like this and still flying at high altitude without protection. He only felt that his blood seemed to be gradually freezing.

The cold was not the scariest thing. The thin air at high altitude kept pouring into Fullington's nasal cavity during high-speed flight.

His complexion gradually changed from pale to cyanotic.

Just when Fullington began to have hallucinations of hypothermia, and tremblingly wanted to take off his clothes, completely wandering in the "fake warmth", they finally arrived at their destination, Mount Osore Falls.

Fullington was thrown into the snow. While he was still in a daze, a gentle energy poured into his body.

With the intrusion of this energy, Fullington felt that all the discomfort in his body disappeared. Even the chaotic thinking has become much clearer.

Not only did I not feel cold, my body felt like it was a warm summer day.

Fullington looked at Xiu Yis in surprise. Such a method could only be accomplished by an extraordinary person. Thinking that his body had recovered, Fullington stood up from the thick snow.

However, in Angel's eyes, Fullington's appearance had not improved at all. His skin was still pale and purple, with obvious frostbite, and it became more and more serious as time went by; but his eyes were very bright, and it seemed that he had no signs of any improvement. I didn't notice anything strange about my body.

It seemed that the energy that Huys had previously input into Fullington's body was more like a paralysis effect than actually taking effect.

"Tell me, where did you bury the box?" Hughes said coldly.

"When I first came here, it hadn't started snowing yet. Let me think about it." Fullington looked around. Now the Ossan Falls has stopped flowing, and only a few unfrozen places are still gurgling water. The mountains and fields are covered with white snow, and the snow and dust blown by the mountains are flying. Whether it is near or far away, it is a vast expanse, making it difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the direction.

However, Fullington is a sailor who lives on the sea after all. His sense of direction is naturally accurate, and his grasp of spatial distance is beyond ordinary people.

Once he identified a landmark as a starting point, he quickly found his direction.

"It should be buried there!" Fullington pointed to a high ground in the distance and said.

Everyone looked around and found that the highland was actually far away from where they were. Although it was still within the scope of Mount Osore Falls, it was actually close to the edge. A little further past, it was Gru Town.

Fullington was picked up by Huys again, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the high ground.

The high ground was flat and empty, with only a single big tree standing for a long time.

Looking back from this highland, the scenery of Gru Town is unobstructed.

"The man's words several times hinted at burying me near the town of Gru. However, I didn't know what was in it. I was worried that it might be poisonous gas, so I didn't dare to bury it. Gulu Town, buried him here." Fullington said, and then walked to the only big tree covered with snow: "The box is under this tree."

After Fullington finished speaking, he stood aside.

Huys looked at the tree carefully. He actually felt that there was something under the tree, but it was just a very ordinary box. If there was energy escaping, it would have been discovered by the alchemy puppet before, but this box obviously didn't.

Xiu Yis stood there without moving, only to see ripples appear in the air behind him, and the shadow of a huge magic hand appeared near the tree.

The magic hand reached directly into the ground, the ground rumbled, and a suitcase was lifted up.

Just as Huys had sensed before, this was an ordinary leather suitcase, brown leather, painted with a cross pattern, copper-painted buckles, and a black zipper.

It looks ordinary, but the only strange thing is that it is impossible to sense what is inside the box.

White Bear whispered: "Be careful, fate has given me a premonition that the box is most likely to belong to Rolando."

Rolando is involved, even if he is not here, there might be a trap inside.

After a pause, Bai Xiong asked again: "What will be inside the box?"

"There are a lot of things that can be stored in a transcendent's box. Even if it contains a whole world, it is possible." It was Huys who replied.

That is actually not wrong. If someone refines the witchcraft garden into a suitcase, it is indeed possible to open up a world. However, as far as they know, King Guman does not have a witchcraft garden. Even if he did, it would not be buried here so hastily.

But even if it is not the so-called "world" inside, such a small space does not mean that it is also so small inside. Maybe it contains some unknown and terrifying things?

Xiuis reached out his hand more cautiously, preparing to open the box and take a look.

Even if there is really a big terror inside, there should be no problem if Sir Huan Mo is here.

However, just when Huis was about to unzip the zipper, Angel suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

Xiuis paused and looked back at Angel in confusion.

"Do you feel that the thread under the button is a bit familiar?" Angel pointed to a place on the suitcase. There is a line under the button. This line looks like a suture, and the surrounding cross grid The patterns are completely blended together.

Neither Xiuyis nor White Bear noticed anything wrong, while Sanders was silent for a moment and said hesitantly, "Holding Angle?"

Angle nodded, "It looks like a disguised holding angle."

Holding Angle is a kind of knowledge in magic pattern science. Each magic pattern actually has its own meaning, either an element or a concept, and is presented one by one according to the effect corresponding to the magic pattern. And the holding angle appears in most magic patterns because it means the maximum edge of a magic pattern drawing.

It actually has no special meaning. If you really want to say it, it is probably similar to "restriction" or "framework".

That is to say, magic patterns are generally restricted to the range of holding angle.

But just talking about restrictions seems a bit too strict. In fact, the expressiveness of magic patterns is still very broad and free, so the concept of holding angle is actually more of a medium that carries other magic patterns.

"Holding Angle?" Xiuyis also knew what a holding angle was, but the pattern created by this suture, no matter how he looked at it, didn't look like a holding angle. It's a bit far-fetched to say it's a disguised holding angle.

However, Xiuyis was a layman in magic patterns after all, while Angel was an alchemist who was proficient in enchantment. Since he said it looked like a horn, Xiuyis could not refute it.

If it was really a horn, did it mean that there were magic patterns on the box... or a magic array?

Xiuyis looked carefully, but there were no magic patterns on the suitcase that he was familiar with.

In the end, Xiuyis could only leave it to Angel to judge.

The magic hand held the suitcase and presented it to Angel, allowing Angel to observe.

From a close distance, the appearance of the suitcase was in full view. This was one-piece, the leather was very flat, and the cross checkered pattern was printed with some kind of paint. The only bump was the stitching that appeared from under the button.

But this stitching, if you look closely, is more like an ordinary stitching that sews the button.

After a while, Angel frowned. He did not find any magic pattern, but the pattern of the seam did look like a corner...

"Could it be that you saw it wrong?" White Bear saw that Angel had not spoken, frowned, and asked in a low voice.

Angel thought for a long time, but still did not feel the existence of the magic pattern. Could it be that he saw it wrong as White Bear said? Was the seam just designed into that pattern?

At this time, Xiuyis began to doubt Angel.

He did not doubt Angel's ability, but he thought that Angel might be too paranoid. He knew that this judgment might be wrong, and he was a little embarrassed to admit it.

"In fact, it is a good result that there is no magic pattern. Even if there is a magic pattern, it should be able to deal with it, right?" White Bear whispered.

"I want to touch the suitcase directly." Angel suddenly said.

Because they were worried that there was a trap in the suitcase, they did not touch it before, but just carried it with the magic hand.

Now that Angell asked for zero-distance contact, Xiuyis thought that he was just too embarrassed to do it, and he was starting to play tricks. You can almost see it with your naked eyes, and there are no bumps on the suitcase, so there is no point in touching it.

But Angell's contribution to the discovery of the suitcase is undoubtedly the greatest, so when he made this request, Xiuyis could not stop him, but his face darkened a little.

Angell looked back at Sanders, who did not distrust him, but asked calmly: "Do you really think it is a magic pattern?"

"I don't know, but you can't detect the inside of this box, which itself shows something. I have an idea and need to confirm it."

Sanders nodded: "Then do it according to your idea."

Angel stretched out his hand and slowly touched the surface of the suitcase. A cool feeling penetrated into his body along his fingertips.

Angel touched the "supporting angle" that he had been suspicious of before, and then pressed gently, and his fingers slowly slid down along the supporting angle. Close your eyes and quietly feel the touch on your fingertips.

Time passed little by little, and the air was stagnant.

Xiuyis eyes were filled with impatience, but since Lord Phantom was beside him, he could not say anything.

White Bear took out his cane and made a prediction... However, fate seemed to have abandoned him again, and he got no news.

Just when Xiuyis could not help but ask, Angel suddenly said: "My judgment is correct, it is indeed a magic pattern."

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