Chapter 451 The Power of Painting (Half of the Last Day Asking for a Monthly Pass)
The next morning.
Lumian changed his clothes and was about to go out when he suddenly saw the "doll" messenger come out of the wall and drop a neatly folded letter.
Lady "Magician" found a clue from Boire's contaminated body? Lumi was relieved and thanked the messenger for his busyness, and opened the letter:
"We don't know enough about some of the evil gods outside the barrier, and we don't know what 'hostel' refers to and where it is located for the time being, but there are some guesses.
"From Boire. On Pompeiro's body, I found a contamination that had a certain similarity with the 'Apprentice' path, which came from the erosion of another dimension and another dimension, and if it weren't for me to deal with it, unless it came out of that state and attacked, you wouldn't be able to really touch it.
"There have been a few cases before, mainly from painters, novelists and people with a love of reading.
"We noticed that those painters were often crazy, but because of the characteristics of the artists themselves, no one noticed that their almost unconscious murmuring and convulsive fantasy paintings reflected a certain reality of the world, some had a certain impact on the surroundings, and some made false content become real things, coming out of the canvas or paper, hovering within a certain range, and most of them were limited by time.
"One example is a painter who painted an indescribable creature after taking psychotropic drugs, and then the creature came out of the canvas and killed its creator and other living creatures in the apartment.
"I once came into contact with a dangerous painting-style seal, and the deity in it came to life, I don't know where it went, fortunately, it didn't bring a major disaster.
"Similarly, when we were dealing with a mad believer in an evil god, we met Gelman. Sparrow, we met the "Queen of Disease", and we saw various characters and different scenes that originally only existed in the novel.
"Fortunately, these characters do not have the strength of the prototype, only a simple interpretation of appearance, personality and ability.
"It has been confirmed that these were all created by the crazy evil god giver, who used to be a novel lover, and after losing his mind, he instinctively created a fantasy kingdom in his own home based on the content of the novel.
"From this point of view, this also has certain similarities with the 'audience' path, but it is essentially different, one mainly comes from the power of the mind, and the other is more like creating things with the help of the characteristics and powers of other dimensions or different time and space.
Seeing this, Lumian's eyelids jumped, and he had a lot of thoughts.
His first reaction was:
Is this what I can watch?
Some of them are okay, just objectively describe the power of those evil god givers, but the corresponding examples and analysis show Lumian's head swollen, his heart beating faster, and his skin tightening.
There was a god who once painted and came to reality?
Is it so scary?
So if a painting is not sealed, wouldn't it be able to destroy the whole of Trier?
Give it a little more time, and the whole world could be finished!
In the blink of an eye, Lumian suddenly had an idea:
If you catch a "painter" with similar power and a high status, and let him paint a perfectly reproduced oil painting for Aurore, wouldn't it be able to bring Aurore in the painting to life and return to reality?
This is equivalent to a kind of resurrection.
After more than ten seconds, Lumian let out a long breath.
His heart was full of impulses, but his reason told him that Aurore, who was "resurrected" in that way, was most likely not the real Aurore, but just a dangerous creature in the form of Aurore.
If you just want Aurore in appearance, he can do it at any time with "lie" ear clips.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian thought of a magical item that he hadn't used for a long time:
"Peeping glasses"!
This rubbery brown gold-rimmed glasses comes from a dead extraordinary person who painted an oil painting full of madness, extremely bright colors, and strange psychedelic patterns before he died!
In addition, after Lumian puts on the "secret glasses", he will see things that were originally invisible, and occasionally gain insight into the reality of the world to some extent, and are full of desire and urge to paint.
In that state, the pictures he paints will have a bit of supernatural power, and they will have different effects depending on the content, such as bringing itching all over the body, bringing the warmth and light of the sun, which is consistent with the description of some paintings of the Evil God Gifter described by Ms. "Magician" that can have a certain impact on the surroundings.
Since he had the "Face of Nisser" and "Lies" ear clips, he no longer needed "secret glasses" to disguise himself. Lumian found the brown gold-rimmed glasses, examined them carefully for a few seconds, and said to himself silently:
"Its original owner was a benefactor of the 'hostel' related path, or was it exposed to the corresponding thing and suffered a certain amount of pollution?
"Well, I'll report to Mr. K later, and ask what details were found at the scene, uh...... the 'Aurora Society' is crazy about hunting evil god believers, and may have more information about evil gods than the 'Tarot Society'......"
Lumian was in four different secret organizations, and he could obtain information from four unusually developed channels of intelligence systems, so much so that he did not have the urgent need to attend occult gatherings, but only occasionally went to see them, join in the fun, and listen to rumors and stories.
After stuffing the pair of "secret glasses" into his pocket, Lumian read the rest:
"Before this, the gifters of the evil gods in this path were not very active, did not like to preach, and did not engage in bloody sacrifices very often.
"Now it seems that they are not so 'harmless' and may even be very harmful.
"On the matter of the 'hostel,' you can try to ask Thermoboros, who knows more about the evil gods and their givers than all of me combined, and of course, he may not answer you."
After Lumian lit the letter paper with a crimson flame, he suppressed his voice and laughed softly:
"Thermiporos, do you know what 'hostel' stands for and which evil god it belongs to?"
"Not an evil god, but also a great being." Thermibolos' magnificent cascading voice echoed.
He retorted before answering Lumian's question:
"I know."
Then, there is no follow-up.
This made Lumian a little provoked:
Do I want to hear you say you know or don't know? I want to hear what it means and which path it belongs to!
After he asked a question, Thermibolos asked in a thick voice:
"Do you really want to know?"
Lumian suddenly felt a strong sense of danger and replied with unusual vigilance:
"There is no need to specifically talk about the name of the evil god and other information, just talk about the situation and characteristics of the corresponding route of the 'hostel'."
Thermipolos suddenly regained his silence and did not make an introduction.
Lumian said "heh", thinking that this guy had just answered with the mentality of "I won't lose anything anyway, why don't you give it a try, in case the host is stupid", and he didn't even think about betraying the information of the "hostel"!
He exhaled, turned around and left room 207, ready to go to Mr. K.
…………
When Lumian went to the Boulevard area, Franka had already met Bronx. Sauron.
They were all dressed in hunting clothes and carrying double-barreled shotguns, standing on the edge of the East Rhône Forest, aiming at the wild deer behind the trees while communicating.
"Bronze, when will you let me end the assessment period with your TMD?" Franka emphasized her original gender in a stereotypical way of swearing.
Bronx, whose orange-red hair was mostly stuffed into a deer-hunting hat, looked forward and said:
"It's coming soon, it's coming soon."
Franka said indignantly:
"Is it the high-ranking witch in charge of Trier who wants to assess me for a while, or are you making a bad use in the middle?"
Bronx's fingers that were about to pull the trigger stopped, and her expression changed slightly.
"Is it really you?" Franka blurted out in a slight shock.
Bronx replied seriously:
"I just suggested, and the people above agreed."
"Why did she agree to such a ridiculous proposal? Is she your mother?" Franka scolded.
Bang! Bronx pulled the trigger.
The bullet went through the woods and missed the wild deer.
Seeing this scene, Franka muttered:
Isn't there really a relative, or a close lover?
The witch sect is also called the witch family, and it is normal for many members to have some relatives......
The Sauron family originally controlled the adjacent paths of the "Assassins", and it is not impossible that some branches have long been eroded by witch sects......
Seeing that Franka was silent and did not respond, Bronx cleared her throat and said:
"If you promise not to attend the happy party at the Red House Cafe, you will be able to end the assessment period this week."
"......" Franka wanted to scold, but it eventually turned into laughter, "Haha, say you are innocent, you have a whole female happy party, say you are promiscuous, and you don't want outsiders to participate."
Without waiting for Bronx to respond, she "hummed" and said:
"I can promise you, I can do it myself anyway."
Her real idea is that Trier may have a disaster in a week or two, and she has to quickly blend into the witch sect to see if she can get some good things, and when the disaster is over, if she is still alive, she will have the idea of a Bronx happy party!
A real man can both show off and temporarily wrong himself!
Bronx couldn't help but turn her head sideways and looked Franka up and down.
Franka didn't feel guilty at all, and let Bronx scrutinize.
After nearly ten seconds, Bronx whispered:
"Remember what you just said."
Franka smiled and said there was no problem.
After reaching an agreement on the end of the assessment period, Franka took a shotgun and said instead:
"Some time ago, Ciel and I went to the catacombs and walked to the 'Christmana Night Pillar', and I had a vague feeling of wonder about that pillar, it couldn't have been left by a witch from the Fourth Age, right?"
After learning from Jane that she heard the ethereal sigh, Franka became interested in "Christmona Nightpillar".
"Ciel? Your little lover?" Bronx turned her head again and glanced at Franka.
"Yes." Franka replied "calmly".
Bronx was silent for a moment and said:
"Christmona is indeed a witch of the Fourth Age.
"He, He is a child of God."
ps: On the last day and a half, I asked for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)