Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Janna looked at the gold coin in the little boy's hand and found that the man's head on it was very strange, and he was actually wearing a crown.

"Isn't this Filkin?" she asked doubtfully.

The little boy smiled and said: "This is a gold pound, more valuable than a gold Louis."

"Are you not from Intis?" Jenna was stunned for a while, but then felt that there was no problem.

The little boy's outline and appearance are somewhat different from those of the locals.

"I am from Loen." The little boy with neatly combed fair hair answered truthfully.

Jenna did not ask any further questions. After all, whether the lucky gold coin was a gold pound or a gold Louis did not affect its actual effect.

After what happened last time, she had great faith in the little boy's ability to grant good luck.

She looked at the other person, waiting for the follow-up.

The little boy put the lucky gold coin back into his pocket without any intention of paying it in advance.

He pointed to the ground and said: "At ten o'clock tonight, you will walk into the underground Trier from the entrance here. As long as there is a road ahead, keep going deeper until you encounter the underground river."

"Then, find a place to hide nearby, wait until the first person passes by, and take away all the belongings from him."

"Don't tell anyone what you're going to do or where you're going until you've done this."

Going underground purely based on feeling and relying on luck to find prey? Janna felt that the little boy's words had the "magic temperament" that Charles said.

As for how to remove all the items from the target, she can only think of one way: control the opponent through fighting!

Jian Na knew that this little boy should be a powerful Beyonder on her side, so she agreed without hesitation: "Okay."

The little boy smiled: "When you get those items and hand them over to me, I will pay you lucky gold coins as a reward."

"What do you call me? Where should I find you then?" Jian Na knew that the other person was not an ordinary little boy and unconsciously used a more respectful tone.

The little boy muttered in reply:

"You can call me Will. When you talk to me like this, it seems that I am very mature. I am only in elementary school!

"When the time comes, you will naturally meet me."

Is he the kind of born extraordinary person mentioned in the occult gathering? He is indeed young, but has outstanding abilities? Jianna had a certain association, followed the other party's intention, and responded with a smile: "Okay, Will."

Will waved his hand and said, "You can go."

But I just plan to have lunch in the cafe diagonally behind you... Jian Na muttered and changed direction, planning to go back to White Coat Street to find food.

After walking for more than ten meters, she couldn't bear her curiosity and looked back at the iron-black gas lamp pole just now.

The strange little boy, Will, is no longer there.

Jian Na looked carefully and found that the other party had entered the nearby cafe, sat on a booth by the window, and watched with bright eyes as the waiter brought a cup of three balls of ice cream.

What a child...Jianna looked away and sighed secretly.

…

Financial District, inside the Trier Arts Center.

Lumian, who had made a guess, once again took out the brown "secret-peeping glasses".

He put on this magical object again without hesitation or fear.

What he saw just now was mainly the exhibition hall, and the bathroom was separated from it by a long corridor.

In the familiar dizziness, the oil painting in front of Lumian's eyes underwent strange changes.

The faces of the naked women turned their eyes at the same time, looking at Lumian with different eyes.

Lumian suddenly felt that somewhere on the roof that overlapped with the sky, from a long distance away, there was a creature staring at him, trying to pass through the obstacle and approaching here at high speed.

Almost at the same time, the blurred face of the woman in the oil painting gradually became clear, showing her original appearance:

The brown eyes are erratic, the brown hair is disheveled, the face is plump, and the temperament is withdrawn...

Lumian recognized her, she was the former tenant of the Golden Rooster Hotel, the mannequin Miss Safaree!

She is also the lover that the playwright Gabriel is searching for!

As Safaree's face became clearer, Lumian's surroundings became blurry, as if one face after another was about to emerge from the oil painting or the void.

He suddenly took off the "Peeping Glasses" on the bridge of his nose, and all the changes disappeared instantly. Only the large and fine bumps protruding on the surface of his skin and the numerous hairs standing on end proved that something had happened before. .

“Sure enough, the mannequin in this oil painting is Safaree….

"Although Gabriel is an ordinary person and does not have 'prying glasses', he once slept with Safaree.

Knowing the characteristics of the other person's body, he found traces of his lover when he went in and out of the bathroom...

"Safari's body wouldn't be like this oil painting, with so many faces that look like they were painted on, but also seemed to be alive, right?

"Gabriel wasn't afraid at that time?

"After he discovered an oil painting based on Safaree here, he encountered that kind of creature that is normally hard to see when he returned?

"The time is almost right, the glass of water on his desk is more than a day old, and seeing the art exhibition happened late at night... the day before yesterday?

"After he was attacked and contaminated, why could he stay in the apartment until I visited?"

While Lumian's thoughts were ups and downs, he turned his attention to the signature of the oil painting: www.youxs.org.

Lumian knew that this painter must not be famous, otherwise his paintings would not be hanging in the corridor outside the bathroom, and they were probably added in conjunction with the "Impressions of the Future" art exhibition.

Similarly, he also believed that since something happened to Gabriel, this Pierre might have also disappeared, and even went to the "hostel" when Safaree moved out of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

"No matter what, let's inform Ms. Magician in case there are any clues left? Otherwise, we won't be able to deal with an ordinary person like Gabriel." www.youxs.org, because this requires collecting the other party's information through various channels. Intelligence will take a lot of time, and if the name and identity of the target are known, an "astrologer" like Ms. "Magician" should be able to quickly locate the place where the painter lives.

In addition, after Gabriel learned about Claude, a painter, he was attacked late at night. Lumian currently only has much more information than him.

Lumian stared at the oil painting, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned upward: "Will you attack me?"

"I am looking forward."

...

It was around nine o'clock in the evening, in Apartment 601, No. 3 Baiyi Street.

Franka thought about the mission of the Witch Sect, and suspected that the "Iron Cross" had made big moves recently, www.youxs.org, so she took the "Happiness" potion by the way.

Before leaving the house, she thought about how in the past she had just knocked on the door to enter and monitored her at close range. She planned to change the method this time:

First, hide around No. 11 Quanshui Street or in the garden or lawn for a while, and observe in secret, www.youxs.org.

Considering Gardner's sequence and ability, Franka walked back to the bedroom, dug out the palm-sized statue of the "Original Witch", and put it into a secret bag.

This can help her hide better and be less likely to be discovered by extraordinary abilities.

"I'm going to Gardner's place." Franka waved to Jenna, opened the door and left Apartment 601.

Jenna responded and breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

She was about to go out and was a little nervous.

Franca took a taxi and arrived at Spring Street. Instead of asking the driver to stop directly at the door of House No. 11 as usual, she stepped out of the carriage far away.

Her figure disappeared quickly, www.youxs.org.

She was very familiar with the environment here. She easily found the loophole patrolled by the guards, climbed over the side wall, and fell silently into the garden.

Franka didn't try to sneak into the building. She followed the shadow and walked around to the edge of the lawn in front. Next to a gas street lamp, she stared at the gray-white three-story villa that was still brightly lit.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Franka did not feel bored. She observed the figures who appeared in every window and what they were doing very attentively.

At this time, the main door of the building opened, and the butler Faustino came out accompanied by a man in a black cloak.

The man was of medium height, less than 1.75 meters tall. His entire body was covered by clothes, and his specific appearance and physical features could not be seen.

Who could it be? www.youxs.org, or the core members of the "Iron-Blooded Cross" responsible for other areas? Franca muttered.

Seeing the man in a black cloak walking out of the iron gate and the housekeeper Faustino turning back, Franca, who hesitated for a moment, made up her mind:

www.youxs.org, unless she searched every inch by infiltration, she would not be able to find any valuable information. After all, she usually visited it openly, and the man in the cloak might give her new clues. Let her have an unexpected gain!

Franka, who was in the invisible state, touched the statue of the "Original Witch" in the secret bag and felt a little confident.

She walked around the edge of the lawn, climbed over the iron fence wall silently, and tracked the mysterious man in a black cloak.

...

At the sound of ten o'clock in the evening, Jenna walked into the underground Trier entrance not far from the old Pigeon Cage Theater either early or late.

She did not bring a calcium carbide lamp, relying on the dark vision of the "assassin". In the dark environment, while remembering the way she came, she kept walking forward and deeper along the tunnel purely intuitively.

Gradually, it became quieter and quieter around her, even deathly silent.

Jenna breathed out slowly, relieving the tension and fear in her heart.

She left the middle of the tunnel, pressed against the rock wall, and continued forward cautiously.

After some time, she heard the sound of running water.

After walking another seven or eight meters and bypassing a rock wall, she saw a small river flowing slowly in the dark underground.

Jian Na calmed down, found a mottled stone pillar, and hid it behind it, blending into the thick shadow.

She did not use "invisibility" because she was only a "witch" and could maintain this ability for a limited time, and the target did not know how long it would take to arrive.

In the dead silence of the underground, the passage of time seemed to slow down, and Jenna's mental pressure gradually accumulated.

Finally, she heard the echoing footsteps.

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