Chapter 459 Instructions of the Divine Stick (Asking for a Monthly Pass at the Beginning of the Month)
Jane Na looked at the gold coin in the little boy's hand and found that the man's avatar on it was very strange, and he was wearing a crown.
"Isn't this Felkin?" She spoke suspiciously.
The little boy smiled:
"This is a gold pound, more valuable than Golden Louis."
"You're not an Intis?" Jian Na was stunned for a while, and felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong.
The silhouette and appearance of this little boy are still different from those of the locals.
"I am a Rune." The little boy with light yellow hair neatly combed answered truthfully.
Jian Na didn't ask anymore, after all, whether the lucky gold coin was a gold pound or a golden louie did not affect its substantive role.
With what happened last time, she had great trust in the little boy's ability to bestow good luck.
She looked at the other party and waited for the follow-up.
The little boy put the lucky gold coin back in his pocket, with no intention of prepaying.
He pointed to the ground and said:
"At ten o'clock tonight, you will enter the underground trier from the entrance here, and as long as there is a road ahead, keep going deep until you encounter an underground river.
"Then, find a place to hide around there, wait until the first person passes by, and take all his belongings.
"You can't tell anyone what you're going to do or where you're going to go until you're done with this."
Go underground purely by feeling, relying on luck to find prey? Jane felt that the little boy's words were very much like what Charles called "magic sticks".
As for how to take away all the items on the target's body, she could only think of one way:
Fight and control each other!
Jian Na knew that this little boy should be a powerful and extraordinary person on her side, so she agreed without hesitation:
"Okay."
The little boy smiled:
"When you get those items and give them to me, I will pay you lucky gold coins as a reward."
"What do you call it, where will I go to find you then?" Knowing that the other party was not an ordinary little boy, Jian Na unconsciously used a more respectful tone.
The little boy replied with a grunt:
"You can call me Will, you talk to me like this, it seems like I'm very mature, I'm just in elementary school!
"When the time comes, you will naturally meet me."
Is it the kind of person who was born extraordinary mentioned in the occult gathering, who is indeed not very old, but has outstanding ability? Jian Na had a certain association, followed the other party's meaning, and responded with a smile:
"Okay, Will."
Will waved his hand and said:
"You can go."
But I'm just going to have lunch in the café diagonally behind you...... Jane muttered and changed direction, planning to go back to White Coat Street to find food.
After walking more than ten meters, she couldn't hold back her curiosity and looked back at the iron-black gas street lamp pole just now.
The strange little boy Will is no longer there.
Jane Na looked carefully and found that the other party had entered the café next to her, sitting on the booth by the window, watching the waiter bring a cup of three-scoop ice cream with bright eyes.
What a child...... Jian Na retracted her gaze and secretly sighed.
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Financial District, inside the Trier Arts Center.
With guesses, Lumian once again took out his brown "secret glasses".
Without hesitation, he put on this magical item again without any fear.
What he saw just now was mainly the exhibition hall, and the washroom was separated from that long corridor.
In the familiar sense of vertigo, the oil painting in front of Lumian underwent a strange change.
The faces on the naked women rolled their eyes at the same time, and their eyes looked at Lumian in different ways.
Lumian suddenly felt that somewhere on the roof overlapping with the sky, from a long distance, a creature was staring at him and trying to get through the obstacle and approach this side 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:
Brown eyes are fluttering, brown hair is disheveled, face is plump, and temperament is abstract......
Lumian recognizes her, she is the former tenant of the Golden Rooster Hotel, the mannequin Miss Saffari!
She is also the lover that the playwright Gabriel is struggling to pursue!
With the clarity of Safali's face, Lumian's surroundings became shadowy, as if one face after another was about to emerge from the oil painting or the void.
He suddenly took off the "secret glasses" on the bridge of his nose, and all the anomalies dissipated in an instant, only the large fine pimples protruding from the surface of his skin and the numerous hairs standing at the roots proved that something had happened before.
"Sure enough, the mannequin of this oil painting is Safali......
"Although Gabriel is an ordinary person and does not have 'secret glasses', he once slept with Saffari and knew the characteristics of each other's bodies, so he found traces of his lover when he entered and exited the bathroom......
"Safali's body won't be like this oil painting, and there will be so many faces that look like they were painted and seem to be alive, right?
"Wasn't Gabriel afraid at that time?
"After he found an oil painting based on Saffari here, he went back and encountered that normal creature that was difficult to see?
"The time is almost right, the glass of water on his desk has been more than a day, and the exhibition was the day before yesterday...... What happened late at night?
"After he was attacked and contaminated, why did he stay in the apartment until I visited?"
Lumian's thoughts fluctuated, and he turned his gaze to the signature of the oil painting:
Claude . Pierre. August.
Lumian knew that this painter must not be famous, otherwise his paintings would not have been hung in the corridor outside the bathroom, and it was probably added in conjunction with the exhibition "Impressions of the Future".
Similarly, he also believed that since Gabriel had an accident, Pierre was likely missing, and even went to the "hostel" as early as when Safari moved out of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
"No matter what, I still inform Ms. 'Magician', what if any clues are left? Otherwise, I wouldn't have dealt with an ordinary person like Gabriel." Lumian didn't think about tracking down Claude himself. Pierre. August, because this requires collecting information about the other party through various channels, it will take a lot of time, and with knowing the name and identity of the target, an "astrologer" like the "magician" lady should be able to quickly lock down the place where the painter lives.
In addition, Gabriel was attacked late at night after learning about Claude as a painter, and Lumian currently has only a lot more information than him.
Lumian stared at the oil painting, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled upwards:
"Will they attack me?
"I'm looking forward to it."
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At around 9 p.m., in Apartment 601, 3 White Coat Street.
Franka thought of the mission of the Witch Sect and suspected that the "Iron Blood Cross" had made a big move recently, so she decided to go to Gardner. Martin, by the way, digest the "joy" magic potion.
Before going out, she thought that in the past, she would knock on the door directly and monitor closely, so she planned to change the method this time:
First hide around No. 11 Spring Street or in the garden or lawn for a while, observe secretly for a while, and then look for Gardner. Martin.
Considering Gardner's sequence and abilities, Franka walked back to the bedroom, found the palm-sized statue of the "Primordial Witch", and put it in a hidden bag.
This helps her hide better and is less likely to be detected by extraordinary abilities.
"I'm going to Gardner's place." Franka waved at Janna, opened the door and left Apartment 601.
Jian Na responded and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
She was also about to go out, so she was a little nervous.
Franka took a taxi and arrived at Spring Street, and instead of letting the coachman stop directly at the door of House 11 as usual, he got off the carriage from a long distance.
Her figure quickly disappeared, quietly approaching Gardner. Martin's residence.
She was very familiar with the environment here, and easily found the loophole in the guards' patrol, climbed over the side wall, and fell silently into the garden.
Franca didn't try to sneak into the building, but followed the shadows around the edge of the lawn in front of her, next to a gas street lamp, and stared at the gray-and-white three-story villa that was still brightly lit.
Time passed minute by minute, and Franka didn't feel bored, observing the figures that appeared in each window and what they were doing very attentively.
At this time, the main entrance of the building opened, and the butler Faustino walked out accompanied by a man in a black cloak.
The man was medium in height, less than 1.75 meters, and his whole body was covered by clothes, and his specific appearance could not be seen, nor could his physical characteristics be found.
Who could it be? Gardner. Martin's partner, or is it the core member of the "Iron Cross" responsible for other areas? Franka muttered.
Seeing the man in the black cloak walking out of the iron fence gate, and the butler Faustino turned back, Franca, who hesitated for a moment, made up his mind:
Gardner. Martin, unless she searches inch by inch by infiltrating method, she won't be able to find any valuable information, after all, she has usually walked around openly, and the man in the cloak may give her new clues and let her have unexpected gains!
Franka, who was in an invisible state, touched the statue of the "Primordial Witch" in the hidden bag, and felt a little relieved.
She circled the edge of the lawn, silently climbed out of the iron fence, and tracked down the mysterious man in the black cloak.
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At the bell at ten o'clock in the evening, Jane walked into the entrance to the underground Trier not far from the old pigeon cage theater sooner or later.
She didn't have 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, her surroundings became quieter and quieter, even dead silence.
Jane Na exhaled slowly, relieving the tension and fear in her heart.
She left the middle of the tunnel, pressed against the rock wall, and continued cautiously forward.
I don't know how long it took, but she heard the sound of flowing water.
After walking another seven or eight meters around a rock wall, a small river flowing slowly in the dark underground appeared in front of her.
Jian Na calmed down and found a mottled stone pillar, hiding behind it, blending into the rich shadow.
She didn't use "invisibility" because she was just a "witch" and could maintain this ability for a limited time, and the target did not know how long it would take.
In the dead and silent underground, the passage of time seems to be slow, and Janna's mental pressure gradually accumulates.
Finally, she heard the echoing footsteps.
ps: Ask for a monthly pass at the beginning of the month~
(End of this chapter)