After Barov left, Roland put the statistics in a drawer and looked at the nightingale, trying to ask her what was wrong, but after a moment of hesitation, he couldn't ask.

He had a vague answer in his heart, but it was always embarrassing to say this kind of thing, and it would be even more embarrassing if he guessed wrong, so Roland had to swallow these words, "Let's go to the North Slope Mine next." ”

"Want to see how Zoroa's new abilities have changed?" Nightingale, though behaving a little strangely, remained the same as before, and she took off her hood and smiled, "Let's go." ”

Maybe he was thinking too much, looking at the witch who walked quickly to his side, Roland thought.

The impact of the hot air balloon ride that day was far greater than just one or two.

He never imagined that Zoroya would become the second witch whose abilities had undergone a qualitative change.

In fact, even she herself was not aware of the change.

Roland only happened to find out about this yesterday.

Ever since the hot air balloon was given to Anna as a gift, it has been placed in the castle courtyard. Anyone who wants to go up to the sky to see the scenery should call Anna and Lightning. It wasn't until it rained the day before that Roland suddenly remembered that the rattan basket would soften and peel when soaked in water, and even if it was dried and used, it would reduce its toughness, so he thought about taking it back to the castle.

He had planned to ask his attendants to do this, but after thinking that the hot air balloon was a gift from Anna, and that the ropes and airbags were easily damaged, he decided to carry it back to the castle himself. He summoned the hummingbird to the vestibule, but he was taken aback.

I saw that the hanging basket was painted with patterns - all of them were bird's-eye views of the border town from the air, but unlike the previous photographic painting method, this time her painting seemed to stand up. Ignoring the falling raindrops, Roland took a closer look and realized that her paintings had "thickness" for the first time.

It is not surprising that paintings have thickness, and theoretically all real paintings should have thickness - because the pigment itself has thickness. In oil painting, this thickness can even be exploited: brushstrokes, brushes or spatulas are used to create uneven textures, and the layers are changed to enhance the texture and enhance the expressiveness of the picture.

But Zoroa is different, her paintings are not painted with pen and paint, but the embodiment of magic.

So the thickness of these magic is particularly strange.

He remembered that when he gently touched the raised woods with his hands, it was as if he were really scraping the branches and green leaves, which were not hard solids, but slightly soft gelatinous substances. When touching the ground, the touch is much harder, as if he is really touching a stone.

It's incredible.

And the rain flowed down the landscape painting, and could not soak into the rattan in the slightest.

Back at the castle, he immediately called Zoroa, and the Nightingale confirmed this. Under the observation of the mist, the magic in Zoroya's body no longer appeared as a golden gas-like vortex as before, but condensed into a swirling ...... Ribbon.

......

Walking into the military factory compound, Anna greeted her with a smile and gave Roland a big hug.

Since the relationship was clarified, her affectionate behavior in front of her has obviously increased. Roland rubbed her head in a good mood, the silver hairpin in her hair glistening in the sun.

However, he saw that Zoroya, who was also about to come over and salute, stood in place at a loss, and finally blushed and looked away, pretending not to see anything.

"Ahem," Nightingale asked in a deliberate loud voice as she pulled Zoroa back to the table, "Did you draw this?"

Roland smiled and shook his head, let go of Anna, and walked over with her.

I saw that the table was covered with Zoroa's paintings, which were exactly what could be seen from the courtyard, the only difference was the thickness of the paintings, some were only about a millimeter higher than the paper, and some were close to three centimeters - this is also the training content that Roland arranged for her this morning, to test as much as possible how thick the "paint" generated by magic can be.

"This is the thickest one?" Roland touched the three-centimeter-thick scroll with his fingers, and when he enchanted the blue sky, the part of the paint was soft as if it had no texture, and when he slid down to the courtyard wall, he immediately felt the gritty friction.

It seems that as he suspected, the things drawn by the evolved magic pen are not only the same as the real thing in shape and color, but also close to the real thing.

"It could be thicker, but beyond that, the mana cost becomes very large," Zoroya pointed to a brown protrusion on the table, "I wanted to draw a tree outside the wall, but as soon as I drew a tree trunk, it took half of the mana." ”

"So you painted it?" Roland stretched out his hand and saw that the paint was ten centimeters thick, "I thought it was really a piece of bark standing up." ”

That being said, its bond to the table was unusually strong, and the prince grabbed the bark with his hand and lifted it up until the two legs left the ground, and the bark could not be separated from the table.

The nightingale drew her dagger and slashed it for a long time before making a small cut at the bottom, "This thing seems to be embedded in the table." ”

In the end, it was Anna who cut it, and the black fire turned into silk threads and swept across the tabletop, and the paint emitted a puff of white smoke and fell in response. The fracture is flat but not smooth, with black burn marks. Roland picked up the dropped piece of paint and held it in his hand, only to realize that it weighed far less than he had imagined.

"Why did you suddenly think of changing the style of painting...... No, I mean, how did you decide to fill the painting with thickness?" he asked.

"I think it's probably because it's the first time I've seen such a landscape," says Soloya, recalling, "and it was only when I looked down on the earth from the air that I realized that the paintings I had made before—the "photographs" you called almost as close to the real thing, were not real, especially since I had painted the landscape in a hanging basket. She paused slightly, slowing her speech, "The tops of the trees are pointed, and they move in the wind, and the mountains are high and low, like undulating chests, and the rivers are embedded in the earth, and the boats pass through them. That's what I see, not a thin flat surface. So I wanted to make the picture more realistic, and I wanted it to stand up like these magnificent views. But I redrew it several times without success...... Just when I was a little depressed, I suddenly remembered what you said about the little ball. ”

"Little ball?" Roland raised an eyebrow.

"Well," she nodded a little embarrassedly, "that's what you taught us." I thought that if everything is made up of small balls, is that also the same true of the patterns? I tried a few more times to imagine the patterns of the magic brush as colorful spheres that were stacked on top of each other to form a single piece of color. And then...... The image suddenly squirms, the verdant trees rise upwards, and the dark green river sinks downward, finally becoming what you see. At the time, Anna and I were taken aback by the change. If you hadn't mentioned it to me later, I wouldn't have thought that it was the ability that had evolved. ”

"I see. ”

"But compared to Anna's Black Fire, my evolutionary ability doesn't seem to be of any use other than to make the painting more vivid. Zoroya stuck out her tongue.

"No...... How so?" Roland shook his head, "In my eyes, it's not just a painting. ”

It would be a waste to use this ability only for painting, and he remembered the scene where the rain slid across the surface of the basket without being able to soak in it in the slightest—it was not so much a paint as a "coating" made of magic. (To be continued.) )