Techniques and Dao

Chapter 174 Three Right Angles
When Hanamoto mentioned bending two-dimensional space, Jane's expression was as if she had seen a top student from the East.

"So complicated? Just how many years ahead of us are your Dongfang Middle School textbooks?"

Hua Sheng quickly explained that this was not knowledge learned in class.

"This isn't an exam. You have to imagine that a triangle must have three straight lines, but you can't make a triangle with three right angles in a two-dimensional plane. So if we first draw straight lines, then we can bend the plane that those lines are attached to!"

Jane frowned: "But if the plane is curved, won't the lines also be curved?"

"That's curved relative to us. But because these two lines are on the same plane, they are not curved between each other."

"Are you using an example?"

"Hurry up as a law!"

Hua Sheng conjured a pure white soccer ball and a black pen. With the pen, she drew a straight line around the center of the ball, which circled the ball and connected end to end.

In short: "Now the ball is split in two by your line, and we have a straight line now? So what?"

Hanamori spun the ball so that the straight line in the middle was parallel to the ground. Then she drew a point on the top of the ball, and then drew a right angle around that point. She said, "Now we have a right angle, and I just need to extend the two sides of this right angle..."

He drew one side of the right angle downwards towards the bottom of the sphere.

Then something strange happened! Jane discovered that the edge was now perpendicular to the straight line in the middle!

Hanamori extended the other side as well, and then made it perpendicular to the line in the middle of the white ball!
He raised his head and said, "Look! Now we have a closed triangle with three straight lines, and not only that, but..."

Jane exclaimed, "All three angles are right angles! Every side is a straight line, this is a triangle with three right angles!"

"Correct!"

"Oh my god!"

“We can do it by bending what appears to be a two-dimensional plane,” Hua Sheng said with a smile. “That way you can draw that Beckham magic circle with three right angles.”

Jane screamed excitedly, clapping her hands and exclaiming, "Three right-angled ancient Belka-style magic circles!"

So the three of them found a rock, moved it in front of the wooden door, and Huasheng removed the irregular surface of the rock, turning it into a hemisphere.

Jane waved her wand and drew an ancient Belka-style magic circle with three right angles on the rock surface.

He then opened the Star Rainbow Codex and chanted, "O spirit of the atmosphere, please restore this thing to its original voice and break this spell of silence!"

The magic circle emitted a golden flare, and the light wave floated in the air before heading towards the wooden door.

"Click!"

There was a soft creak as the wooden door opened a crack.

"We did it!" the three shouted.

Jane strode forward, knelt on one knee before the wooden door, bowed her head, and respectfully said to the person inside, "God's messenger, Holy Spirit descended to earth. I am your faithful believer, your eternal servant, the magic student Jane, and I request an audience with Your Excellency the Angel."

After finishing her explanation, she remained kneeling outside the door, waiting for a response from inside.

But after waiting for a while, no sound came from inside the house.

Hanamori stood behind Jane for a moment, then softly reminded her, "Um... or perhaps you should ask in French, English, and Latin respectively?"

Jane turned around and said, "Angels understand all kinds of human languages, and God's believers are all over the world. Otherwise, how could angels be qualified to be God's messengers?"

Hua Sheng thought Jian's words made sense. Did angels carry a translation device with them when they went out?
However, even though language no longer troubled Hanamori, it was also true that there was no sound coming from inside the house.

So Jane had to repeat it in French.

Just like before, no one answered the door.

Mieying was getting impatient: "He didn't go out, did he?"

“I need to confirm first.” Jane stepped forward, knocked on the wooden door, gently pushed it open, and said, “Bonjour. Il ya quelqu'un?”

The room was dark because the lights were off.

As soon as Jian stepped in, a strong stench wafted out.

She quickly covered her mouth and backed out. The stench quickly wafted out from the half-open door, and Hua Sheng, who was standing a little further away, immediately smelled it as well.

He exclaimed in alarm, "What's that awful smell? No! Could the angel be dead inside?"

A strong stench wafted from the house, hitting Huasheng's nose directly.

He covered his nose, sensing that the stench, though strong, was a mixture of alcohol and the sour smell of vomit. It didn't smell like the decay of any living thing.

Even Mieying couldn't help but cover his nose and complain, "Ugh! This room stinks!"

Jane didn't know what to say, so she just nudged Hua Sheng's shoulder and said, "You! Go inside and take a look!"

Hua Sheng thought that since he was the only man here, he couldn't very well let a girl into this dark room with an uncertain future.

He mustered his courage, covered his mouth and nose, and braced himself to push open the door. Sure enough, an even stronger stench wafted from inside.

Not only did it smell terrible, but the light filtering in also revealed a chaotic scene inside the house, with various clothes and utensils piled up like garbage in the corners.

He turned around and said with a slightly sarcastic tone, "I originally thought this fallen angel had fallen from heaven to earth, but it turns out that from a human perspective, he is quite depraved... just as corrupt and decadent as your capitalist countries."

Jane said, "Although magicians don't talk about politics, we locals can't wait to overthrow our government when we march."

This straightforwardness surprised Hua Sheng, so he glanced inside the door again.

The room was covered with scattered feathers, each nearly half the size of an arm. The feathers, which should have been white, were stained with dirt or dust, and were mostly brown or gray.

Hua Sheng asked, "Are you sure the person living inside isn't just an ordinary drunkard? And his job seems a lot like that of a farmer at a turkey farm."

Mieying urged with concern, "Quickly check if this angel is dead?"

Hanamori tried to take a step, but the air inside was too stuffy.

"The servant who just claimed to be an angel is now the one who needs to help his master clean up his messy room."

With a swift and decisive thought, he activated his Wind Control Technique.

Under Hua Sheng's control, the airflow inside the room immediately blew the scattered feathers and air out the door.

"vomit!"

Upon suddenly smelling the odor, Mie Ying gagged and quickly ran away, shouting, "Why didn't you warn me before you started ventilating?! You almost killed me with that stench!"

After some fresh air blew into the room, Hua Sheng used his fire manipulation technique to light the oil lamp on the table.

The originally pitch-black room gradually brightened.

Hua Sheng continued to tiptoe into the house. It wasn't very big inside, and she reached the end after only a few steps.

"I've found an angel! Come in and take a look!"

Only after hearing Hua Sheng's voice did Jian and Mieying walk in.

In the corner of the dirty, messy room lay a huge, middle-aged, blond man with a stubble beard, nearly two and a half meters tall. The man was dressed in rough linen clothes and trousers, dressed like a medieval peasant.

Dozens of empty wine bottles lay scattered haphazardly at his feet.

Hiding at the back, Mieying craned his neck to peek and asked, "Is this... already drunk to death?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the man let out a loud burp. The burp shook the furnishings in the room, and saliva sprayed everywhere.

"An angel has come back to life!" Shadow Extinction escaped from the room again.

Hua Sheng fanned away the stench and said to Jian behind her, "This doesn't seem very reliable. Do you Western angels usually have a penchant for going to bars?"

“They are fallen angels,” Jane corrected the title.

Looking at the fallen angel slumped against the wall like a rag doll, Hanamori said with concern:

"Whatever his name is, judging from his appearance, he can barely take care of himself, how could he possibly help us?"

(End of this chapter)