Everyone on the boat smelled a scent of food almost at the same time. Before the feeding center in the hypothalamus issued a "food" command, they felt a flash in front of them and they were trapped in the illusion of food aroma weaving.

The same is true for Angel.

In front of him, there were all kinds of beautiful and bright colors floating in his eyes, which made people want to eat. Coupled with the rich aroma that could not be dissipated by the tip of his nose, Angel subconsciously reached out to pick up the nearby honey roasted chicken legs.

When a certain desire expands infinitely, it can affect all physiological indicators of a person, including reason. In other words, desire can interfere with the acceptance of information and signals of the brain. When desire expands, information cannot reach the rational brain safely. At this time, the emotional brain, or instinctive brain, will dominate a person's thinking. The essence of human beings is still animals. The instinctive brain is responsible for this part, combining emotions and desires, and expressing the most primitive instinct like animals.

When the appetite desire fills Angel's brain, he becomes irrational, and becomes logically confused and stagnant, as if he is like an animal.

Not only Angel, but all the ordinary people on the ship were controlled by the desire to eat, and they roared wildly, giving the greatest covetousness to the food in the illusion.

Just as Angel was about to indulge in the craze of appetite, a itch that was more unbearable than appetite appeared near the butterfly bone on Angel's back.

There is no trace of where this itch comes from and where it flows. But it comes in a sturdy manner, like the foam that bursts out before it even opens after stumbles all the way, instantly covering everything else.

itch--

Very itchy—

It was like millions of ants climbing back and forth deep in the bones.

This is the real itch to the core.

The sudden itching is not all bad. At least the crazy appetite is also retreating in this wave of itching that seems like a torrent of itching.

As long as there is a gap in anything, there is a possibility of subversion. The same is true for reason. It was originally controlled by emotions and could not turn over under oppression. But even if the emotions are only a little relaxed, reason will be more likely to fall.

The itching made Angel lose even her appetite, and she repeatedly stretched out her hand to scratch her. However, the itching came quickly and went quickly. When the itching came suddenly, Angel found that his appetite had completely subsided. Without appetite, the illusion woven by the aroma of food could no longer affect his rationality.

Angel looked at the various foods that were still floating around him, and felt scared. Because he knew very well that there was no food in the place where the honey-baked chicken legs were nearby, and it was clearly the lamp wax he usually used.

If he ate the lamp wax as a chicken leg... Angel shivered suddenly, the consequences would be unimaginable!

He dared not touch those food illusions again.

If it weren't for the sea beasts that were born with self-created, they would be the wizard with extraordinary power. Angel dared not speculate on the intention of extraordinary life to do so, but he was unwilling to be dominated by desire. Looking at the illusion of food in front of him, he simply held the thought of not seeing or being upset and closed his eyes directly.

Perhaps the extraordinary life that created the illusion of food did not have a strong murderous intention. Angel did not touch the illusion, and the illusion did not cause trouble for him again, which made Angel breathe a sigh of relief.

It was not until this time that Angel began to recall the memories of his previous control of appetite.

After a while, Angel touched his back in confusion—

It’s the itchy place again, what’s going on? This place has itched more than once, and it’s strange every time. It’s coming and going quickly, and there’s nothing strange about it.

Angel's brows were frowning tightly. He knew very well that there was no abnormality in the itchy area, at least on the surface. The only unusual thing was probably that he was scratched by a weird woman in the "illusion" during the talent test.

At first, Angel thought it might be a illusion, a illusion created by Epiras's Eye, because after the talent test, he took a special look in the mirror and did not find any scars on his back.

But with the recent occurrence of various abnormal itching, he began to doubt that perhaps that world was not a illusion...but as the guessed during the talent test at that time, it was a strange world parallel to reality.

The place where his back was scratched, perhaps there was the energy of that strange world, which made him suffer from various current situations.

Angel didn't know whether his guess was correct, but with his current vision, he could only make such a guess.

Will it come again? Will there be even worse conditions besides itching? He didn't know about these. Under the threat of unknowns, Angel secretly decided in his heart that if he could pass the hurdle in front of him, he would definitely tell him about his situation the next time he saw Moro.

Time does not allow him to delay. Who knows if his life will be threatened when the next itch is itchy. Therefore, he can only seek help from Moro at close range, rather than waiting for his own success to explore it.

While Angel was thinking about everything, the Bauhinia had already sailed to the depths of the fog, and a group of people had arrived at the source of the "Scent Illusion".

On the back of the huge falcon demon, Sanders, wearing a high-legged hat and a noble atmosphere, remained silent. Flora, with a mysterious smile on her face, sat on the edge of the falcon demon's wings, and looked at the people standing on the Bauhinia with malicious eyes.

On the deck of the Bauhinia, headed by Sabo, five people stood on each side. In addition to the guides of the three major wizard organizations, Moro and Isli, who had just advanced to the first-level wizard apprentice, also stood in.

Flora looked at Sabo and others for a while, then suddenly smiled gently, and said in the strange voice that seemed childish and charming, "Hehehe, Mad Bear Sabo, when did you work as a nanny as a part-time job? Do you feed a group of children?"

The leaders of the three major wizard academys called "Little Children" silently lowered their heads.

Although Sabo was so sarcastic by Flora, he felt angry in his heart, but he did not dare to make any changes in front of Sanders. He could only pretend that he did not hear the irony and responded with a cheerful smile.

"Hahaha, the Blood Witch is joking. It's rare to meet Graya's restaurant. These uninformed kids all want to open their eyes." Sabo explained with a haha.

Flora narrowed her beautiful eyes and sneered in her heart. It is false to open her eyes. It is true to want to eat and drink in Graya's restaurant... However, Graya is not a good chef. Want to eat and drink? No way!

Graya is completely a typical example of the group of madmen in the "Candy House". Although they are crazy, they will not give in on the issue of principle.

And Graya's restaurant has only one way to enter: have an invitation card.

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

This time, in order to enter Graya's restaurant, Sanders spent a considerable price to get a bronze invitation card.

Haha, Flora suddenly looked forward to it, and these expressions of her slutty knowing the truth.
Chapter completed!