Chapter 458: Instructions of a Charlatan (Seeking monthly votes at the start of the month)

Jenna looked at the gold coin in the little boy's hand and found that the man's portrait on it was very unfamiliar; it actually wore a crown.

"This isn't a Felkin?" She asked suspiciously.

The little boy smiled:

"This is a gold pound, more valuable than a gold louis."

"You aren't Intisian?" Jenna was stunned for a moment, then felt that it didn't seem to be a problem.

The little boy's contours and appearance were indeed different from the locals.

"I am a Loenese." The little boy with neatly combed light yellow hair answered truthfully.

Jenna didn't pursue the question further; after all, whether the lucky gold coin was a gold pound or a gold louis didn't affect its essential function.

Having had the previous incident, she trusted the little boy's ability to give good luck very much.

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

The little boy put the lucky gold coin back into his pocket, not intending to pay in advance.

He pointed to the ground and said:

"At ten o'clock tonight, walk into underground Trier from the entrance here. As long as there is a road ahead, keep going deeper until you encounter an underground river.

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

"Before completing this matter, you cannot tell anyone what you are going to do or where you intend to go."

Walk underground purely by feeling, relying on luck to search for prey? Jenna felt that the little boy's words had the "charlatan temperament" that Xia Er mentioned.

As for how to take away all the items on the target, she could only think of one way:

Through battle, control the other party!

Jenna knew that this little boy should be a powerful Beyonder on her side, so she didn't hesitate and agreed:

"Alright."

The little boy smiled:

"When you get those items and hand them to me, I will pay the lucky gold coin as a reward."

"How should I address you, and where should I find you then?" Knowing that the other party was not an ordinary little boy, Jenna used a more respectful tone involuntarily.

The little boy muttered and answered:

"You can call me Will. You talking to me like this makes me seem very mature; I'm only in elementary school!

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

Is it that kind of natural-born Beyonder mentioned in the mysticism gathering, who is indeed not old in age but has outstanding abilities? Jenna had some associations and followed the other party's meaning, responding with a smile:

"Alright, Will."

Will waved his hand and said:

"You can go."

But I was just preparing to have lunch in the cafe diagonally behind you... Jenna muttered and changed direction, intending to return to White Coat Street to forage for food.

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

The strange little boy Will was no longer there.

Jenna looked carefully again and found that the other party had entered the cafe next door, sitting in a booth by the window, looking at the waiter bringing a three-scoop ice cream with bright eyes.

He really is just a child... Jenna withdrew her gaze and sighed inwardly.

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Financial District, inside the Trier Art Center.

Having made a guess, Lu Mian once again took out the tea-colored "Spectator Glasses."

He didn't hesitate at all, not afraid in the slightest, and put on this magical item again.

Just now he had mainly seen the exhibition hall, and the restroom was a long corridor away from there.

In the familiar dizziness, the oil painting in front of Lu Mian underwent a strange change.

The faces on the naked woman's body turned their eyeballs at the same time, looking at Lu Mian with different gazes.

Lu Mian suddenly felt that somewhere on the roof overlapping with the sky, across a distant distance, some creature was staring at him and trying to cross the obstacle, approaching this side at high speed.

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

Brown eyes drifting, brown hair disheveled, face plump, temperament detached...

Lu Mian recognized her; she was the former Golden Rooster Hotel tenant, that human model Miss Safali!

She was also the lover that the playwright Gabriel was desperately searching for!

With the clarity of Safali's face, Lu Mian's surroundings became shadowy, as if one face after another was about to drill out from the oil painting or the void.

He took off the "Spectator Glasses" on the bridge of his nose abruptly, and all the anomalies dissipated instantly. Only the large patches of fine bumps protruding from his skin and the many standing hairs proved that something had happened before.

"Sure enough, the human model of this oil painting is Safali...

"Although Gabriel is an ordinary person and doesn't have 'Spectator Glasses,' he once slept with Safali and knew the characteristics of her body, so he discovered the traces of his lover when entering and exiting the restroom...

"Safali's body wouldn't have so many faces that look like they were painted on, yet seem alive, like this oil painting, right?

"Wasn't Gabriel afraid at the time?

"After he discovered the oil painting with Safali as the prototype here, he encountered that kind of creature that is hard to see normally when he went back?

"The time also matches up. There was one more cup of water on his desk, and he saw the art exhibition the day before yesterday... Did it happen late at night?

"After he was attacked and contaminated, why could he still stay in the apartment and wait until my visit?"

As Lu Mian's thoughts fluctuated, he cast his gaze toward the signature of the oil painting:

Claude Pierre Auguste.

Lu Mian knew that this painter definitely had no fame, otherwise his works wouldn't be hung in the corridor outside the restroom, and it was very likely that it was added to cooperate with this art exhibition "Future Impression."

Similarly, he also believed that since Gabriel had an accident, this Pierre was very likely missing, or even went to the "Hostel" as early as when Safali moved out of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

"Regardless, I should notify the 'Magician' lady, just in case there are any clues left? Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth dealing with an ordinary person like Gabriel." Lu Mian didn't think about pursuing Claude Pierre Auguste himself, because this required collecting information about the other party through various channels, which would consume a lot of time. And knowing the target's name and identity, an "Astrologer" like the "Magician" lady should be able to quickly lock onto where that painter lived.

In addition, after Gabriel learned about the painter Claude, he was attacked late at night. The information Lu Mian currently grasped was only more than his, not less.

Lu Mian stared at the oil painting, the corners of his mouth gradually curling up:

"Will it come to attack me?

"I'm looking forward to it."

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After nine o'clock in the evening, 3 White Coat Street, Apartment 601.

Franca thought of the Demoness Sect's mission and suspected that the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" had a major move recently, so she decided to find Gardner Martin and digest the "Pleasure" potion by the way.

Before going out, she thought that she used to knock on the door and enter directly for close-range monitoring, so she planned to change the method this time:

First, lurk around 11 Spring Street or in the garden or lawn for a period of time, observe secretly for a while, and then find Gardner Martin.

Considering Gardner's sequence and ability, Franca walked back to the bedroom, rummaged out the palm-sized "Primordial Demoness" statue, and put it into a secret pocket.

This could help her hide better and be less likely to be discovered by Beyonder abilities.

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

Jenna responded and breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

She was also going out soon and was a bit nervous.

Franca took a taxi carriage and arrived at Spring Street. She didn't let the driver stop directly at the door of the house at 11 as usual, but got off the carriage far away.

Her figure disappeared quickly, quietly approaching Gardner Martin's residence.

She was very familiar with the environment here and easily found the loopholes in the guards' patrols, climbed over the side wall, and landed silently in the garden.

Franca didn't try to sneak into the building, but followed the shadows and circled to the edge of the front lawn, right next to a gas street lamp, watching the three-story gray-white villa that was still brightly lit.

Time passed minute by minute. Franca didn't feel bored and observed every figure that appeared in every window and what they were doing very attentively.

At this time, the front door of the building opened, and the butler Faustino accompanied a person wearing a black cloak and walked out.

That person was of medium height, less than 1.75 meters, and the whole person was covered by clothing, so his specific appearance couldn't be seen, and his physical characteristics couldn't be discovered.

Who could it be? Gardner Martin's partner, or a core member of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" responsible for other areas? Franca muttered.

Seeing the man in the black cloak walk out of the iron fence gate, and the butler Faustino turn back, Franca hesitated for a moment and made up her mind:

At Gardner Martin's place, unless she used a sneaking method to search inch by inch, she couldn't find any valuable intelligence. After all, she had visited and looked openly in the past, and that man in the cloak might give her new clues, letting her have unexpected gains!

Franca, who was in an invisible state, touched the "Primordial Demoness" statue in the secret pocket and felt a bit more confident in her heart.

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

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In the bell toll of ten o'clock at night, Jenna walked into the underground Trier entrance not far from the Old Pigeon Cage Theater neither early nor late.

She didn't bring a calcium carbide lamp. Relying on the "Assassin's" dark vision, in the pitch-black environment, while remembering the road she came from, she kept moving forward and deeper along the tunnel purely by intuition.

Gradually, the surroundings became quieter and quieter, even deserving to be called dead silence.

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

She left the middle of the tunnel, stuck to the rock wall, and continued forward cautiously.

I don't know how long it had been, but she heard the sound of flowing water.

After walking another seven or eight meters and bypassing a rock wall, a small river flowing slowly in the dark underground appeared in front of her.

Jenna calmed down, found a mottled stone pillar, and hid behind it, merging into the thick shadows.

She didn't use "Invisibility" because she was only a "Witch," and the time she could maintain this ability was limited, and she didn't know how long it would take for the target to arrive.

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

Finally, she heard the sound of footsteps echoing.

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