The dark brown leather jacket was covered with a black plush cloak, the golden hair looked quite dull, the forehead was prominent, the eyes were black and green, and the height was only half a human size.

Tyrion expressed his compassionate expression, and at the same time stretched out his hands and handed Charles a stack of paper - the paper was produced in the main world.

"This is my two-day training plan. Please see, sir. If it is appropriate, I will organize the soldiers to start practicing."

The voice is no different from that of a normal person.

Shire, who was sitting on the chair, ignored this. His left hand, holding the lantern, had returned to his original appearance. Now he was touching a white ring on the ring finger of his right hand, turning around and staring at the short man.

This seemed to make the other party seem very awkward. At the same time, Charles, who ignored him for a long time, also made him a little confused.

"Sir, you..."

His words were interrupted by Charles' sudden wave of his hand.

The white ring in his hand, which was worn on his ring finger, suddenly turned into a one-handed short sword like jade, under such a swing.

The blade is sharp, the sword body is slender and graceful, and the hilt is cross-shaped.

A ring turned into a sword?

The short man was obviously stunned, and then he heard a sentence.

"What do you think of this baby?"

“Uh, it’s amazing, and it’s very—”

He said, suddenly widening his eyes, his hands fell off and fell to the ground, and his hands subconsciously covered his neck.

"Sir, you..." He said vaguely and looked terrified.

There, the originally smooth throat area was wiped with a bloody hole by the long sword that Shire had just passed through!

However, Charles was very cold-blooded in this regard. Not only did he not show any regrets, but he raised his eyebrows and stood up and took a step forward, sting his hand in the cheek.

The short man obviously had a dodging move, but he just tilted his head and was stabbed into his eyes by Charles' quick sword, and blood burst out.

The scream suddenly rang, but then it stopped abruptly.

Then Charles moved his wrist, stirred his sword, and then pulled it out.

Under the short spell, the jade sword suddenly shrank and rebounded, and finally returned to the shape of a ring. It was worn on the ring finger of Charle's right hand without any blood stains.

The short man who was attacked twice in a row, slumped to the ground with a bang. His body twitched, his blood slowly flowed, and eventually he lost his life with one-eyed eyes.

The world became quiet, and only the faint sound from outside came into the study.

“It’s quite like…”

Squatted down and stared at the fresh corpse at his feet, Shir muttered.

Then, with a thought, the dead dwarf's body flowed out of blood, and suddenly turned into a handful of gray mist and dissipated in front of him.

...

Obviously, Tyrion, who appeared in front of him this time, was just an illusion.

His prototype was the real Tyrion not long ago. The same person did it, came to Charles to submit his training plan.

The imitation of the illusion has no false traces, but it is just superficial and you don’t have to think about it. Just ask a few more questions and this special illusion will be “invisible”.

But this is already a very powerful illusion.

After recalling a series of actions just now, Charles pondered.

The last time he saw this illusion was in Gabriel's imaginary space. At that time, Charles did not use this physical attack at this moment. Instead, he used a chaos technique targeting the soul.

So much so that the target turned into a deformed monster at that time.

So he didn't take this illusion seriously at first. But now it seems that the illusion of traces is obviously not that simple.

"The power of thought penetrates into the illusion space, and then attaches to the traces of the past to form an illusion. So what about thinking? Why does it look similar to a real person?"

Charles felt that this might involve a very profound problem, but after thinking about it, he didn't take it seriously.

His goal is very clear, he just hopes to improve and practice his dream ability through this ability. But he didn't want to continue to study it in depth.

Because he felt that this was destined to be a long time.

So this is just like his many messy thoughts in the past, thinking about talking about it later when he has time, but in fact, I don’t know if I can remember it anymore and throw it away.

He started practicing again.

It really requires practice. Archangel Gabriel summons a beautiful girl and seems to only need to have any thoughts.

And he, in terms of brewing, had just been at least half an hour.

But as the saying goes, it is familiar again and again.

Shire, who relied on his ability to transform his god, seemed much faster after trying again.

He summoned Tyrion again in just about twenty minutes.

This time he did not move any movement, but his thoughts flashed, and the short man he was taking out of his plan suddenly turned into gray mist and disappeared.

Charles then began to repeat the exercises.

...

The illusion of living is the most difficult to form. Relatively speaking, fixed dead objects are easier to summon.

So Charles only needs to practice perfectly the steps of summoning such creatures, and the rest are naturally not a problem.

The illusion of summoning is a clear progress, but it is not the end, but just a starting point.

How to match the illusion ability with the dream ability, Shire naturally has some ideas, otherwise he would not be able to grasp this ability.

His method is another "advanced" ability taught by the Archangel.

That is to permanently or semi-permanently fix a temporary trace in the body.

How to fix it?

This is also very simple.

It is only necessary to enter that unique world of traces and integrate your own thoughts into the scene you want to be fixed for a long time - not to fully display them, but to integrate them in a fixed manner.

Then the presenter's thought power will naturally be condensed into shape at a certain time.

Is the plasticity of mind power? Or is the unique characteristic of traces?

The principle is not clear about Charles, but this does not hinder his use.

It’s just that this kind of thing obviously no one told him how long it will take to be truly brewed.

Shire spent a day attaching his motivation to everything in the trace world, bookshelf, books, surface, doors, tables and chairs, and even air space in the study.

However, until the night of the Song of Ice and Fire came, Charles did not feel that the thought power he released was shaped.

Seeing that the sky was getting dimmer outside, he took it back.

Open his eyes and sighed.

"It seems like another task of water milling?"

Muttering, guessing that the other world was about to dawn, Charles prepared to leave here.

He would not stay in this world for a long time, otherwise he would inevitably be found abnormalities over time. He often returned to the main world these days, but there is nothing important here now.

However, Charles did not leave immediately in the end because new changes occurred in the matter at hand.

There is a monster seed hatched.
Chapter completed!