Chapter 200 The So-Called Art (Please Subscribe on Monday~)

After leaving his mother for a while, Xifa went back to his room first, took the gift for Harribel, and then walked to the passage to his sister's bedroom, thinking about the commission from Abraham while walking.

It is said that the shape of the 'Clarence Gate' is like a pocket door that has shrunk countless times.

But even when it is not in use, it can be integrated with everything around it that has the concept of 'door', making it difficult to distinguish it.

Of course, as the person in charge, the mother's teacher, the bearded old man Arthur Ryder naturally knew the way to distinguish.

As long as the 'Gate of Clarence' is nearby, it will inhale various gems from time to time. Any gems are fine, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, pearls, lapis lazuli, etc., are all things that 'door' likes.

This can be used to identify the 'Gate of Clarence'.

In addition, the old man also provided a recycling ceremony, and Anilu also told Xifa about it.

"It's amazing. I don't know what its function is. But since it's a door, it should have something to do with the 'passage', but it must be more than that, otherwise the old man wouldn't be so nervous."

Xifa patted the pocket again, which contained the 'Traveler's Landscape Record', this magical item was lent by Aselide to the tracker, so that the tracker could travel to and from different regions.

However, he promised that as long as the 'Clarence Gate' is retrieved, Sifa will be able to possess this item forever.

At this time, sister Harribell's room arrived, and Sifer tidied up her clothes a little, checked the presents, and was about to knock on the door.

The door opened suddenly, and someone bumped into Xifa's arms, which made him feel a lot of 'pressure'. He subconsciously supported the other person's shoulders, only to see clearly that it turned out to be his sister's personal maid.

Arya with black hair and blue eyes, soft facial features, and some baby fat.

"Mr. Cifer, I, I'm sorry." Arya hurriedly backed away, looking at Cifer in a daze.

Xifa smiled and said, "It's okay, is Harribell here?"

As soon as the words fell, my sister's voice came from inside: "Aaliyah, go get busy."

Arya quickly agreed, bowed her head and walked away quickly.

Sifa looked into the room and kept smiling: "Can I come in?"

"Can't."

Harribell, who had changed clothes, looked as if she was about to go out. She was wearing a men's shirt and trousers, her long hair was coiled up high, and then she wore a round felt hat on her head.

All of a sudden, she became a handsome young man.

Xifa walked in cheekily: "Aren't you going to have dinner at home?"

"Is there any difference? Anyway, I'm not here, you can eat more happily, can't you?" Harribell opened her shoe cabinet and found a pair of neutral shoes.

"I know, I left too hastily before and didn't say goodbye to you properly."

Xifa sighed. During this time, he often recalled the time when he left the town. He felt that although he planned to leave this family in the future. However, apart from Byson, the other family members did not treat themselves as outsiders. Treating Harribel that way was indeed a bit too much.

So when he came back this time, he thought about having a good talk with his sister.

"I'm sorry about that. So you see, I have a present for you, and you're sure to like it."

Xifa put the things he brought on the table: "You can take it apart and have a look."

Harribell put a shoe on her smooth and white little feet, and took a look at Xifa: "I'm not a child anymore, don't coax me like Jom or Pasha, your tricks don't work for me, dear brother."

"Okay, I thought you would like this court-style dress. I heard that Backlund is very popular recently, and I remember that you are learning elf dance. It must be very good to dance in it."

Xifa showed a helpless smile: "No matter what, I put the gift here, and you can take it out at any time."

"Also, Belle, I'm really sorry about what happened last time. I just want you to know that as a brother, I care about you too."

"So can you tell me, where are you going? Which boy are you going to meet, maybe you can introduce me, and I can check it out for you."

Harribell gave him a blank look: "God, Sifa, you are only a few years old, and you are already as authoritarian as your father."

"My friends, I don't need you to check for me."

She walked out of the room angrily, and said loudly: "When you leave, please close the door for me."

The blond girl who said that raised the corners of her mouth unconsciously, and walked away quickly.

"Is it autocratic?"

"I'm just fulfilling the responsibilities of a big brother. It's too much to say that." Sifa smiled and left her sister's room.

After dinner, Xifa came to Baishi Beach alone on the grounds of taking a walk. There was no one on the beach at dawn, Xifa found a relatively remote corner, and was going to try several assumptions about the capabilities of the arsonist.

Before starting, he took out the coin and made a divination to see if there was anyone nearby, and after getting the answer of 'no', Xifa let a ball of crimson rise from his palm with confidence.

He first used this flame to transform into a growth whip, a long sword, a long spear, and a fire crow. After a 'warm-up', he tried to use meditation to outline in his mind the modern weapons he knew in his previous life.

The flame in his hand twisted and gradually changed its shape. After it stabilized, an automatic pistol made of flame appeared in Xifa's hand.

"It's really okay."

Xifa laughed and tried to shoot. From the flame pistol, bullets that were also constructed of flames were continuously fired.

These scarlet bullets hit the reef, not only hitting the reef out of the bullet hole, but also producing a small-scale and small-equivalent explosion.

As soon as the shot came down, the rock was blown to pieces by Sifa.

Looking at the 'automatic pistol' in his hand, Xifa made a brief assessment: "Sure enough, arsonists can give flames different forms, and the forms that can be given are affected by the user's own knowledge."

"The individual weapons that people in this era can see are mostly cold weapons. And I have the 'knowledge' before time travel, so I was able to build the form of an automatic pistol."

"And, the constructed pistol has the characteristics of automatic pistol's ammunition capacity and rate of fire, and after the bullet hits the target, it will explode like a fireball."

"From this point of view, the characteristics of the manifested weapon should come from my own knowledge, and have nothing to do with potions."

"In that case, if I have individual anti-tank missiles or shoulder-launched anti-aircraft missiles, can I also have the corresponding characteristics?"

Xifa gradually became excited: "If it can be done, then I only think of one sentence."

"Art is an explosion!"

We have seen everyone’s opinions in Poison Point Building, so to sum it up, it is roughly as follows:

1 Too nasty to the gazer, in this case, I will adjust it next, and communicate with the tone of a friend

Some people don't like the 2-person projection, but there's nothing to do about it. And when I was designing, I considered the balance issue, so I also added restrictions, so I will adjust the restrictions according to the progress of the plot, and I can only do this.

3 The knowledge of occultism is indeed relatively lacking. This time there is a plot to go home, which is also for the convenience of making up lessons.

4 I was a little surprised by the question of kidney loss raised by female readers. I didn’t expect young ladies to read it, so yes, Gege will pay more attention

5 Regarding the question of whether to follow the plot, my idea is that some places follow and some do not, but not following does not mean that there is no connection. I want to connect with the original work through some characters and events when I am not following the plot. I hope to expand and supplement by excavating some things in the original work

Of course, I may not be able to write well, but everything must be challenged to be interesting, isn't it?

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