Chapter 459: The Instructions of the Divine Man (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) Janna looked at the gold coin in the little boy's hand and found that the man's head on it was very unfamiliar and he was actually wearing a crown. "Isn't this Felkin?" she asked doubtfully. The little boy laughed and said: "It is a gold pound, which is worth more than a gold louis." "You're not from Intis?" Janna was stunned for a moment, but then she felt like there was nothing wrong. The little boy's appearance is somewhat different from that of the locals. "I'm from Loen." The little boy with neatly combed light yellow hair answered truthfully. Janna didn't ask any more questions. After all, whether the lucky gold coin was gold pounds or gold Louis didn't affect its actual function. After what happened last time, she had great trust in the little boy's ability to bring good luck. She looked at him, waiting for the follow-up. The little boy put the lucky coin back into his pocket, without any 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. As long as there is a road ahead, you will continue to go deeper until you encounter an underground river. "Then, find a place to hide nearby, wait for the first person to pass by, and take all the items on him. "You can't tell anyone what you're going to do or where you're going to go until you've done it." Going underground purely by feeling and relying on luck to find prey? Jenna felt that the boy's words were very much like what Charles called "god-like temperament". As for how to take away all the items on the target, she could only think of one way: Control the opponent through fighting! Jane knew that this little boy should be a powerful Beyonder on her side, so she agreed without hesitation: "Ok." 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's your name? Where should I find you when the time comes?" Knowing that the other party was not an ordinary little boy, Janna unconsciously used a more respectful tone. The little boy grumbled back: "You can call me Will. You talk to me like that, and it makes me look very mature. I'm only in elementary school! "When the time comes, you will naturally meet me." Is he the kind of extraordinary person mentioned in the mystic gathering, who is indeed young but has outstanding abilities? Janna made some associations and followed the other party's meaning, responding with a smile: "Okay, Will." Will waved his hand and said: "You can go now." But I was planning to have lunch at the cafe diagonally behind you... Janna muttered and changed direction, intending to go back to White Coat Street to find food. After walking for more than ten meters, she couldn't help her curiosity and looked back at the iron-black gas lamp pole. The strange little boy Will was no longer there. Janna looked carefully again and found that the other person had entered the cafe next door and sat in the booth by the window. She watched with shining eyes as the waiter brought her a cup of three scoops of ice cream. What a child...Janna retracted her gaze and sighed to herself.

………… Financial district, inside the Trier Arts Center. Having made a guess, Lumian once again took out his brown "mystery-seeing glasses". Without hesitation or fear, he put on the magical object again. What he saw just now was mainly the exhibition hall, and the bathroom was separated from that side by a long corridor. In the familiar dizziness, the oil painting in front of Lumian underwent a strange change. The faces of the naked women all turned their eyes at the same time, looking at Lumian with different eyes. Lumian suddenly felt that somewhere on the rooftop that overlapped with the sky, from a great distance, there was a creature staring at him and trying to cross the obstacles and approach him at high speed. Almost at the same time, the blurred face of the woman in the painting gradually became clear, revealing her original appearance: Brown eyes flickering, brown hair hanging down, face plump, temperament withdrawn... Lumian recognized her; she was the former tenant of the Golden Rooster Hotel, the nude model Miss Safari! She is also the lover that playwright Gabriel is desperately looking for! As Safari's face became clearer, Lumian's surroundings became hazy, as if faces were about to emerge from the painting or the void. He suddenly took off the "secret-seeing glasses" on his nose, and all the abnormalities disappeared in an instant. Only the large and dense bumps on the surface of his skin and the numerous standing hairs proved that something had happened before. “Sure enough, the model for this painting is Safari… "Gabriel is an ordinary person and doesn't have 'secret glasses', but he has slept with Safari and knows her physical characteristics, so he found traces of his lover when he went in and out of the bathroom... "Could it be that Safari's body has so many faces that look like they were painted on, yet seem alive, like this painting? "Wasn't Gabriel afraid? “After he found the painting based on Safari here, he went back and encountered the creature that is normally hard to see? "The timeline is almost right. The glass of water on his desk was one day old, and he went to the art exhibition the day before yesterday... Did it happen late at night? "How could he have stayed in the apartment and waited until I visited him after he was attacked and contaminated?" As Lumian's thoughts turned, he looked at the signature on the painting: Claude Pierre Auguste. Lumian knew that this painter must not be famous, otherwise his paintings would not be hung in the corridor outside the bathroom, and it is very likely that they were added to cooperate with the "Impression of the Future" exhibition. Similarly, he also believed that since something had happened to Gabriel, Pierre was likely missing as well, and might even have gone to the "hostel" as early as when Safari moved out of the Golden Rooster Hotel. "No matter what, we should notify Ms. Magician in case there are any clues left. Otherwise, there is no need to deal with an ordinary person like Gabriel." Lumian did not think of tracking down Claude Pierre Auguste himself, because this requires collecting intelligence on the other party through various channels, which will take a lot of time. Knowing the name and identity of the target, an "astrologer" like Ms. Magician should be able to quickly lock down the painter's residence. In addition, after Gabriel learned about the painter Claude, he was attacked late at night, and Lumian currently has more information than him. Lumian stared at the painting, the corners of his mouth gradually curled up: "Will you attack me? "I am looking forward." ………… A little after nine in the evening, in Apartment 3, No. 601 White Coat Street.

Franka thought about the mission of the witch sect and suspected that the "Iron Cross" would make a big move recently, so she decided to find Gardner Martin and digest the "joy" potion by the way. Before leaving, she thought about how she usually knocked on the door and monitored closely in the past, so she decided to try a different approach this time: First, hide around No. 11 Fountain 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 ability, Franka walked back to the bedroom, dug out the palm-sized statue of the "Original Witch", and put it into her 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." Franca waved to Janna, opened the door and left Apartment 601. Janna responded and breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to go out and was a little nervous. Franka took a hired carriage and arrived at Fountain Street. She did not ask the driver to stop directly at the door of House No. 11 as usual, but got off the carriage from a long distance away. Her figure disappeared quickly and quietly approached Gardner Martin's residence. She was very familiar with the environment here and easily found a loophole in the guards' patrol, climbed over the side wall, and fell silently into the garden. Franca did not try to sneak into the building. She followed the shadows and went around to the edge of the lawn in front. She stood next to a gas street lamp and looked at the gray-white three-story villa which was still brightly lit. Time passed by minute by minute, and Franka did not feel bored. She observed very attentively the figures that appeared in every window and what they did. 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 meters, and his entire body was covered by clothes, so his specific features could not be seen, and no physical features could be discovered. Who could it be? Gardner Martin's partner, or a core member of the Iron Cross responsible for other areas? Franca wondered. Seeing the man in the black cloak walk out of the iron gate and the butler Faustino turned back, Franca hesitated for a moment and made up her mind: Unless she sneaked in and searched every inch of Gardner Martin, she would not be able to find any valuable information. After all, she had usually walked around and looked around openly, and the man in the cloak might give her new clues and bring her unexpected gains! Franka, who was in invisible state, touched the statue of "Original Witch" in her secret bag and felt a little relieved. She walked around the edge of the lawn, silently climbed over the iron fence, and tracked the mysterious man in the black cloak. ………… At the stroke of ten in the evening, Jana walked into the underground entrance of Trier not far from the Old Pigeon Cage Theater at the right time. She didn't bring a calcium carbide lamp. She relied on the "assassin's" dark vision. In the pitch-black environment, she memorized the way she came and walked forward and deeper into the tunnel purely by intuition. Gradually, the area around her became quieter and quieter, almost dead silent. Janna exhaled slowly, easing the tension and fear in her heart. She left the middle of the tunnel and continued forward carefully, sticking to the rock wall. After an unknown amount of time, she heard the sound of running water. After walking another seven or eight meters and going around a rock wall, she saw a small river flowing slowly in the darkness underground. Janna calmed herself down, found a mottled stone pillar, hid behind it, and blended into the thick shadows. She did not use "Invisibility" because she was just a "witch" and could only maintain this ability for a limited time, and she didn't know how long it would take for the target to arrive.

In the dead silence underground, the passage of time seemed to slow down, and Janna's mental stress gradually accumulated. Finally, she heard the echoing sound of footsteps. PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~ (End of this chapter)