drink blood...

This is another interesting answer.

There is no doubt that blood is a spiritual material. So, why do you have to drink it? What is the relationship between his blood and this dimension?

There were two more questions in Igna's mind that he wanted to be answered.

But, unfortunately, Igna knew that he would not be able to get the answer in a short time.

"Thank you for your answer." After considering the words, Igna said politely and tactfully, "Maybe, next time I will bring friends here."

"You are always welcome." Zion nodded and replied, "This place really needs more popularity."

Zion's words made Igna startled. He hadn't expected that Zion would have such a welcoming attitude towards outsiders.

It seems that from Zion's point of view, he also hopes that more people can come and explore this space.

Why? Isn't he the master here? Is there something here that Zion wants others to see?

The problems have increased again. But still no answer.

"It's good to make more preparations and find more friends." Zion said, "Maybe you can go further next time."

Igna nodded flattered.

This is good news.

Originally, he thought that Zion would object to him asking for a helper to come to this space. But now it seems that is not the case.

This means that if he comes to this space again in the future, he doesn't have to do it alone. You can seek help from the outside world.

I believe Miss Fors Wall and the Tarot Club will be happy to help with this. Igna thought.

"So, after coming here and seeing so much, do you feel tired? Igna." Zion asked, leaning on the high-backed chair.

Igna was startled. Although Zion said it tactfully, Igna also heard his overtones.

Zion wants him to leave now.

why? Igna couldn't help asking this question again.

His current physical strength is still sufficient, and he has not felt tired yet.

If I hadn't met Zion in this room, Igna felt that he could at least go up to the top floor to find the switch for the stairs, and before touching the unique silver-white door on the third floor, he might even have a chance to push that door open.

However, now Zion has issued an order to evict guests.

"Yes, I feel a little tired." Igna could only lower his eyes, and replied politely.

Since the owner here has made such a request, of course he has no right to refuse.

Zion showed a smile, wondering if he could see Igna's little thoughts.

"Meeting you made me feel happy." Zion still nodded gracefully, "I look forward to seeing you next time."

The next moment, Igna felt himself hit by a beam of blue light.

Then, Igna felt that he had returned to Alto.

The choking dust in the air disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings were no longer dark wards, and the damp and cold feeling was replaced by warmth and dryness.

Some double images appeared in front of his eyes, and the colors of things were a little heavy. But he could still clearly see Fors Wall, Instructor Hugh Dilcha, and Miss Justice standing in front of him.

The eyes of the three ladies were firmly locked on Igna who opened his eyes.

Miss "Justice" spoke first: "How do you feel?"

Igna made up her mind.

He looked at the three ladies and said, "I'm fine."

Then, without waiting for the three ladies to reply, he immediately lowered his head and immediately began to check his pockets.

At this moment, Igna saw that the hands of his pocket watch finally started to move. Fifteen minutes had passed since he drank the potion now.

However, the finger he got in the space before disappeared, and the box containing the brain fluid-stained playing cards was empty. One page of Leymano's notes is missing, one of the playing cards is missing, and the amount of paper is also missing according to the amount used.

Igna is not surprised by this change. It even makes sense.

This all shows that the "space" is real, independent, and capable of affecting the real world. It's just that the things inside are restricted and cannot be taken out. This is also in line with the rules of that "space" operation.

Gu He is secretive and cannot be known to the outside world.

Therefore, after checking, Igna raised his head and reported to the three ladies: "I have been to that space and come back."

"Justice", Fors Wall, and Hugh Dilcha all showed unusually serious expressions.

"Excuse me, did I look unusual during this time?" Igna asked.

Both "Justice" and Fors shook their heads.

Hugh Dilcha said, "The heartbeat and breathing are stable, and the phenomenon of spiritual dissipation is not serious. In the tenth minute, your spirituality will completely converge, and you will enter the state of meditation."

"But now it seems that entering the meditation state may not be your subjective consciousness." Hugh Dilcha crossed his arms and made a very calm judgment, "You should have entered the 'that space' before you completed the promotion and entered meditation. .”

"Yes, instructor. As you said, although I am consciously restraining my spirituality, the time when I have subjective consciousness is before drinking the potion, and now. In my memory, I have not started to meditate , I should have entered 'that place' immediately after completing the promotion." Igna said seriously.

"I've been observing you, and I've also been paying attention to the 'dream'." Justice also spoke, and she said softly, "What you entered is not a dream."

"I tried it before." Forsi said, "I can't 'locate' your position."

"Through blood, I can only know that you are 'right here'."

"So, what did you see in the space?" Zheng Zheng asked, her voice was soft and pleasant, calming the remaining tension and fear in Igna's mind, "During this 'journey', you seem to have mastered Some new knowledge. And some good news."

"Yes, Miss 'Justice', you have brilliant eyes." Igna replied with a nod. As a high-sequence powerhouse of the spectator pathway, "Justice" can see much more than other people.

Therefore, Igna didn't want to hide it. Of course, he didn't want to hide it.

"Can you let Miss Fors and Instructor Hugh Dilcha enter my 'dreamland'?" Igna asked, "I might take you to see everything I have seen, which is more meaningful and researchable. value."

"Of course." The masked Zhengyi slightly nodded his head and affirmed.

The next moment, Igna felt that he had returned to the first floor of that gloomy laboratory building.

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Fors Wall and Hugh Dilcha couldn't help frowning when they saw the scene in Igna's dream.

Fors once collected relevant materials on Quaternary buildings for her writing, but the style of the building in front of her still puzzled her.

In her memory, pools are usually built in the hall only in places where research work is carried out.

And why is the "space" that Igna Abraham went to this time in the research hall?

What secret is Bethel Abraham hiding here, which would allow the offspring who took his extraordinary characteristics to come here?

Fors Wall exchanged glances with Hugh Dilcha calmly. Sure enough, she also saw the same doubt and indelible solemnity in Xio's eyes.

Little Abraham, who Mr. Fool asked for "special attention", really has some secrets hidden in him.

"This is the research hall."

Igna couldn't see the meaning in the girls' eyes. After he came here, he could only introduce it to "Justice", "Magician" and "Judgment" according to everything he knew.

He first led the three of them to the door that couldn't be opened on the first floor of the experimental floor.

"I can't open the door here. 'Open the door' is also prohibited, so there is no way to go in and see what's going on. However, I have made some attempts. You can look through the windows, maybe we can find some clues? "

Hearing Igna's words, "Justice", "Magician" and "Judgment" glanced at each other~lightnovelpub.net~ After that, "Justice" stepped forward first.

She reached out her hand in white lace gloves and twisted the door switch. Then, Igna heard her "Huh".

"What's the matter, Miss Justice?"

"Can't this door be opened?" As "Justice" said, he opened his body sideways, motioning for Igna to look forward.

"Really?" Igna was a little puzzled, but he still walked forward dutifully. And when he really twisted the handle of the door, he found that the door could actually be opened.

"Squeak—"

There was a heavy swishing sound from the door. The inside was full of dusty smell.

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Psychological hint yyds.

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