[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] Princess he doesn't want to marry

"It's now!" Anphropes grabbed Prince's hand, facing the yellowish sunlight with a light blue halo.

When this beam of light touched his hand, Prince realized that the seemingly gentle light was exuding a scorching breath.But fortunately, when it comes to heat, the spring fire is hotter.Therefore, the light in the palm of his hand would not harm him.

The light feels textured and very different from ordinary daylight.After a few minutes, it gradually lost its brilliance and turned into a piece of yellow cloth.

Prince was puzzled: "Didn't it mean that you can learn soul magic from this twilight? Why did I get nothing and it changed?"

"Observe." Anphropes whispered, "When you can weave a piece of cloth like this, you have mastered soul magic."

Prince was a little embarrassed: "But, if you can't grasp it as soon as possible, the Huston Continent will be poisoned by Long Ya."

The human god clapped his hands, and Prince felt a sudden silence around him.

"I'm not such an incompetent god." Anphropes took out a small loom, "I also know some time magic. You stay here, your time and the time of the outside world are separated." It will not flow, and when you weave a piece of cloth, even a small piece, I will feel it and come back to unlock the magic for you."

Prince looked at the yellow cloth in his hand, showing an embarrassed expression: "Can you give me some hints?"

"Since you can pass through Baldr's space-time tunnel, your soul is also special, so you can start from here."

Anphropes was very patient. He coughed, and his body obviously became a little more transparent: "I'm going to prepare for the final battle, waiting for you to comprehend soul magic."

The God of Man gave Prince an encouraging look, then faded away, and quickly left the place where black and white meet.Prince touched the wooden loom with despair in his eyes: "No, what I want to ask is how to use the loom!!"

But it's a pity that the god of man has gone far...

Prince squatted on the ground puffed up.It was troublesome now, and the double difficulty was clearly before his eyes.

Why do gods weave cloth?Shouldn't the protoss be a more magical species?How can I weave cloth by myself!

but--

Looking at the empty wooden shelf in front of him, Prince was really puzzled.

No thread, how to weave? !

"Since Anphropes didn't say anything, there must be something I overlooked." He rubbed his chin and pondered.

The boundary between dawn and dusk, the soul, the netherworld, no magic...

He also came here from a world without magic, but he is a pure fire magician. Is the magic source brought by the soul or the body?

How to test it, with it!

Prince kissed the storage bracelet, and took out a high-grade fire magic spar from it. As soon as the magic spar came out, a faint fire magic element escaped from the place without aura.

There is a way!

He smiled, and was about to test it, but found that because his body passed through the space tunnel and fell into the Netherworld, if he wanted to test it, he had to find the aborigines here.

"I'll go find Little Red Riding Hood, and hope she's still there."

He stood up and was about to call someone, but there was a weight on his shoulder.

Il sat on his shoulders: "Don't go there, Anthropes has frozen everyone's time, except for you, me and him, everyone else is motionless. If you want to ask anything, you can find I!"

Prince said: "I have never seen a creature like you on the mainland, I want to find a soul from the mainland of Huston."

El rolled his eyes, pointed at himself, and said proudly, "Of course you haven't seen me! I'm the noblest invisible dwarf of the dwarf clan thousands of years ago!"

"But I have been to the dwarves. There are no dwarves like you. Could it be that they are all invisible, so I didn't see them?"

Yi Er choked: "Ah, who made all those guys of our race die..."

"I'm sorry." Seeing that Yi Er's mood was obviously depressed, Prince immediately apologized.

Il was lost, but it was only for a moment, and soon he adjusted the news: "Oh, it's not that the patron saint of the dwarves doesn't love us at all, so I'm messing with the gods now. By the way, you need to find someone from Ha What does the soul of the Ston Continent do?"