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After telling Fiona a slightly embellished mysterious legend belonging to the cats, Anvis returned to his room, under the admiring gaze of his sister, thinking 'Brother knows so much'.
But as soon as he stepped through the door, Anvis noticed something unusual.
Outside the window near the writing desk, there was a strange white silhouette.
Judging by the outline, it seemed like an unusually large pigeon.
Message Pigeon?
Anvis instantly felt a jarring sense of being a player still, then realized something was wrong again.
Although it looked similar to the player's message pigeons, this one was at least three times the size of a regular message pigeon, bigger than a watermelon on Blue Star in his previous life.
To be able to fly to Moon Castle located on a snowy peak, perhaps it was some kind of Ice Attribute magic beast pigeon.
Anvis slowly approached, observing it with interest.
But upon getting closer, he realized something was wrong again.
The pigeon's body was now positioned diagonally against the window, with the tip of a snow-white tail feather piercing through the demonized crystal of the window, directly into the room!
Breaking model?
Apparently noticing the boy's gaze, the pigeon turned its head, its round red-black eyes meeting the boy's bright blue eyes.
Looking at the pigeon, unfazed by his stare, Anvis was somewhat surprised.
No wonder it's a Magic World's pigeon, it's so big and unafraid of people...
As Anvis observed it, the pigeon suddenly turned, took a couple of steps with its head bobbing.
—From the platform outside the window, it directly passed through the transparent demonized crystal, entering the room.
It can even pass directly through glass...
"Goo? You see goo, goo?"
Standing on the flower-strewn windowsill, the pigeon tilted its head, scrutinized Anvis, and suddenly spoke.
It can even speak...
The pigeon spoke?!
Anvis's expression twitched, and he took a deep breath to compose himself, speaking with some difficulty.
"Yes, I see you, Mr. Pigeon... Sir."
Come to think of it, this is the world of Sword and Magic, many things cannot be explained by common sense.
Stay calm, stay calm...
"Pigeon goo? In your perception, is goo a 'pigeon' appearance right now goo?"
The white pigeon tilted its head, took another two steps forward, and jumped onto a small pearlwood round table in front of the window with a white porcelain vase on it.
This time Anvis saw clearly, part of its body was "embedded" into the vase.
The light purple hyacinth originally in the vase directly protruded from above its folded right wing, looking very strange.
"So, are you the one summoning goo?"
"Me? Summon?"
"Three days ago, someone summoned goo here, so goo came goo—"
Anvis finally calmed down.
The night three days ago was exactly when he fully absorbed the mysterious energy.
Obviously, it was probably another arrangement by the Wish Technique.
"If the summoning you're referring to, sir, was on the night three days ago, in this room, then it was probably me."
Upon receiving Anvis's answer, the pigeon immediately jumped, flapping and flying to his head.
The noble boy with pale golden hair was somewhat surprised by the pigeon's action, instinctively shrinking his head slightly to avoid the pigeon's flapping wings.
But in the next moment, he realized something was wrong.
It has no weight!
With its watermelon-like size, Anvis originally estimated it to weigh at least several kilograms.
But when the pigeon actually landed on him, not a single bit of weight was felt on his head!
Anvis awkwardly moved his head, though there was no sensation on his head.
"You're very special goo—"
As Anvis's thoughts shifted, the pigeon, tilting its head, sized up the pale and handsome boy.
"Goo has been in this world for so long, you're the first among your 'kind' who can see goo—"
"Although they're much like you, they can't perceive goo's existence, nor are they affected by goo in any way—"
Listening to the pigeon's monologue, a certain familiar sensation within Anvis intensified.
NPCs can't perceive it, isn't it just like a player's message pigeon! It's just unknown what grade this one is.
"I am Anvis, Anvis Olivendi, may I ask how you prefer to be addressed?"
While introducing himself, Anvis sat down by the writing desk, casually lighting the elegant demon crystal lamp.
The pigeon too took off from his shoulder, landing on the desk surface illuminated by the lamp.
However, under the warm yellow light, no shadow was cast beneath the pigeon.
"You're asking for goo's name goo? Goo doesn't have a name goo—you can call goo whatever you like goo—"
"I see, well then, I'll call you 'Pigeon'."
Anvis nodded, simultaneously pulling out a light yellow parchment, dipping a ruby-inlaid feather pen into a bottle of shimmering silver ink, and quickly drawing a peculiar symbol on the paper.
That was a special detection-type engraving array Anvis found from memory, usually used to detect sound waves, spiritual power fluctuations, and other special waves.
Paired with a custom-made feather pen and magic ink, it doesn't require full-time spiritual power guidance to draw; just a trace of spiritual power needs to be injected to activate it after completion to be effective.
As long as the sketch is precise enough, even a non-ranked individual with thin spiritual power can use it.
"Pigeon, can you describe your existence manner?"
"Goo—goo can explain to you goo, but goo can't guarantee you'll understand goo!"
The pigeon flapped its wings, lifting its head. Due to the close distance, Anvis instinctively squinted.
"I am real, yet false~"
"I exist, yet do not exist~"
"The past is my feather, the future my flesh~"
"Fools see me not, wise ones perceive me not~"
After singing this phrase in a peculiar tone akin to a song, the pigeon stopped.
"According to what you can understand, goo is a low-dimensional observable angle of the shadow of the super-dimensional creature 'Kain Woda' in the surface world goo—"
Anvis: ...?
He couldn't understand it, but it seemed impressive.
Even though his mind was full of question marks, his facial expression remained neutral, merely giving the pigeon a deep look.
When you can't understand what the other party is saying but don't want to let it show, a deep look is the best response.
Glancing at the paper, the symbol showed no reaction.
"Meaningless goo—"
The pigeon also glanced at the paper, then disdainfully lifted its head.
"You sensing goo doesn't mean other things can sense goo—"
Anvis nodded, crumpling the paper into a ball and tossing it into the wastebasket.
At least it could be confirmed, the pigeon wasn't communicating with him through sound or spiritual power. And the family talisman on his chest hadn't alerted him, proving it wasn't an illusion effect either.
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