Translator: SumTLMan

All the people on board, almost at the same time, smelled a delicious aroma. Before the hunger center in the hypothalamus gave the order to “eat,” they felt a growing hunger in front of them and fell into an illusion woven by the aroma of food.

The same is true for Angel.

In front of his eyes, floated a variety of beautiful, colorful, desirable gourmet food. Coupled with the rich aroma that didn't spread beyond the tip of his nose, Angel subconsciously held out his hand to pick up the nearby honey roasted chicken leg.

When a certain sense infinitely expands, it can affect a person's psychological indicators, including reason. In other words, desire can interfere with the reception of electrical signals and information received by the brain, and when it is expanded too much, information cannot safely reach the brain. At this time, it will become an instinctual brain, or the lizard brain, that dominates one's thinking. The essence of human beings is still an animal. It is this part of the lizard brain that combines instinct with desire, like animals, to express their most primitive instincts.

When Angel's brain felt hungry, he became irrational, his logical reasoning became confused, and his conscious mind was blocked like a beast.

Not only Angel, but all the ordinary people on board, became hungry, roared madly, and coveted most of the food in the fantasy.

Just as Angel was about to indulge in a frenzy of hunger, an itching that was more unbearable than the appet.i.te appeared near shoulder blade on Angel's back.

This itching, where it began and where it ends, left no trace. But this instance, like stumbling before the best beer, and before opening it to the expected bubbles, everything just completely loses focus and reality comes back.

Itchy-.

Very itchy.

As if thousands of ants, crawling back and forth in the depths of his bones.

This is a real itch that reaches deeply to the roots of his bones.

This sudden itch is not all bad, at least the crazy hunger is lost in this torrent of itching tide.

Anything, as long as there is a gap, there is the possibility of a wedge. The same is true of reason, which was originally controlled by instinct and could not be turned over in the midst of oppression. But when the mood is a little lax, reason slightly trumps emotion.

The itching made Angel lose his appet.i.te immediately as he repeatedly reached out and scratched. But as quickly as the itching comes, and so does go. By the time the itching came to an abrupt end, Angel's appet.i.te had disappeared completely, and the illusion woven by the aroma of food could hardly affect his reason.

Angel looked at the variety of food still floating around him, and was afraid for a while. For he knew very well there wasn't any food or honey roasted drumstick near him, it was clearly the waxed candle he had normally used.

If he eats the waxed candle like he would eat a drumstick. Angel s.h.i.+vered uncontrollably, the consequences were unthinkable!

He dared not touch those illusionary foods again.

If it were a sea beast which can create such illusions, it would not be just a gifted sea beast, it would be considered an all powerful wizard. Angel dared not speculate on the intention of the being that made the illusions, as he was no longer at the mercy of the food illusions in front of him, he simply closed his eyes and with his eyes closed, it kept it out of sight and out of mind. He looked closer at the food illusion in front of him.

Perhaps the one who created the food illusion did not intend to kill. Angel no longer touched the illusion, and the illusion did not come back to trouble him again, which gave Angel a great sigh of relief.

It was not until then that Angel began to recall his experience of being dominated by hunger.

After a while, Angel doubtfully touched his back-.

It's this place again. What's going on? This place itched more than once, and every time it happens is during a strange event, it comes and goes quickly, and afterwards nothing strange happens.

Angel frowned tightly, and he knew there was nothing unusual about the itching, at least on the surface. The only thing that was unusual, he's afraid, was that he was scratched by a weird woman in the illusion during the talent test.

Angel initially thought it might be an illusion created by the eyes of Abellas, because after his talent test, he looked in the mirror and didn't have any obvious injuries on his back.

But with the recent abnormal itching, he began to doubt that maybe the world was not a fantasy. It was maybe, as he guessed during the talent test at the time, a strange world parallel to reality.

Where his back was scratched, there may also be the energy of that strange world that made him how he is today.

Angel does not know whether his guess is correct, but in his current vision, he can only make such a guess.

Will the itching come back? In addition to itching, will there be an even worse situation? He doesn't know any longer. Under the threat of the unknown, Angel secretly decided that if he could get through this, the next time he saw Morrow, he must tell him the truth about what has happened.

Time does not allow him to delay, who knows if his life will in danger the next time he itches. Therefore, he had to go and get together with Morrow, rather than wait until something changes, and then go at it alone.

By the time Angel thought about the east and west, the Bohemia had sailed into the depths of the fog, and a group of people had come to the source of the Gourmet Fantasy.

On the back of the giant falcon, wearing a top hat, like an aristocratic gentleman, Sanders was silent. Flora, with a mischievous smile on her face, sat on the edge of the giant falcon's wings and looked maliciously at the men standing on the Bohemia.

On the deck of the Bohemia, Saab stood with five people on each side. In addition to the guides of the three wizard groups, Morrow and Eastley, who had just become an advanced wizard apprentice, also stood in.

Flora looked at Saab and others for a while, then suddenly smiled gently and said with a strange voice that seemed childish and charming, “Hey, Mad Bear Saab, when did you work part-time as a babysitter? Did you breast-feed this group of children? ”

The leaders of the three wizard colleges, known as “children”, bowed their heads in silence.

Saab was so satirized by Flora, although angry, but in front of Sanders, did not dare to move, and can only pretend not to hear the satire, pretending to respond with a hearty smile.

“Ah, b.l.o.o.d.y Witch is also all smiles, it is rare to find Gloria's Restaurant, these uneducated children need to open their eyes.” Saab explained.

Flora squinted, sneered at the bottom of her heart, opened her eyes, and scoffed at these people that want to eat and drink in Gloria's Restaurant. Gloria is not a kind cook. You want to eat? No way!

Gloria, typical member grouped in with all of the bunch of crazies at the Candy House. Although they are eccentric and crazy, they will not give up on the idea of principles.

And Gloria's Restaurant, if you want to get in, there's only one way: have an invitation card.

This time Sanders paid a lot of money to get into Gloria's restaurant by getting a bronze invitation card.

Without an invitation card, even if you are a legendary wizard, Gloria dares to refuse their requests.

Ha, Flora suddenly had some expectations, this group will immediately know the truth when the they see her.