Chapter 460: Unexpected Target (asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month) Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 207. After Lumian informed Ms. Magician of the situation, he left and went to the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom. Next, he wanted to see if the thing that had stared at him from a distance and tried to approach him at high speed when he was using the "secret glasses" to observe Safari's painting would come to "visit" him late at night, just like it did to Gabriel. He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to relax and fall asleep. He was very confident in the "Magician" lady. This holder of the Major Arcana card of the "Tarot Club" seemed to be able to attack from a long distance and was the nemesis of those strange creatures that were difficult to touch. Lumian's thoughts gradually became blurred and he fell into a deep sleep. In the thin mist, he returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel and saw lights shining through the glass windows on every floor of this slightly crooked building. Gabriel, wearing a white shirt, dark jacket, black trousers and leather shoes without laces, was sitting on the steps at the door. The playwright's face seemed slightly transparent, and there was an indescribable sense of detachment in his eyes. When he saw Lumian, he stood up suddenly, smiling obviously. Lumian stopped cautiously, looked at him and said:

"what are you doing here?" Gabriel restrained his smile and said anxiously: "Leave Trier! "This is going to be dangerous!" Lumian frowned and asked: "what have you found?" Gabriel glanced around and said: "I don't know what they are doing, I just know that this will destroy the whole of Trier!" They...Lumian immediately asked: "Are you staying at the 'hostel'? Where is the 'hostel'?" Gabriel's expression was somewhat bewildered: “You need to be like me to enter, or get the goblins’ permission. "I didn't know how to get there, I just got to the door." Sure enough, the "hostel" is closely related to the fairies... Did Gabriel rely on the pollution he encountered to change his own state of existence, so that he could reach the "hostel" like "teleportation"? Lumian's thoughts raced, and he asked in a deep voice: "Why did you choose to go to the 'hostel'? Were you forced by them?" "No." Gabriel shook his head, his voice softened, "I volunteered, Safaree came to pick me up personally, I couldn't refuse, this is what I wanted." A hint of happiness appeared on his face. It was Safari who polluted Gabriel and took him to the "hostel"... Lumian suddenly felt a little sad: "Do you know you've turned into a monster?" Gabriel was silent for a few seconds and said: "I know, but I won't hurt anyone!" He paused and said: "My script has been successful, and I have the fame and income I wanted most before. In this regard, I have no regrets. Now I just want to be with Safaree, whether she is a human or a monster." Lumian didn't scold or curse. He looked at Gabriel and sighed deeply: "I can understand your feelings and thoughts." Gabriel showed a grateful look and said sincerely:

"After becoming a monster, I seemed to be able to see a certain future, so I knew you would come to me, and asked Safari to let me stay in the room for two more days to say goodbye to you. She agreed. She is not a pure monster!" Lumian's heart moved, and he said in a bewitching tone: "Do you need me to get you and Safari out of the 'hostel'?" "Can I?" Gabriel's face was distorted, but his eyes were full of desire, as if his body and mind were not in the same world. Lumian stepped forward and said in a low voice: "There is hope, but you need to tell me all the details." Gabriel's expression was sometimes empty, sometimes indifferent, sometimes excited, sometimes eager, and sometimes repulsive. All the struggles in his heart were expressed on his face in the most intuitive way. At this moment, he stretched out his hand and his eyes became extremely frightened. Silently, Gabriel's figure shattered, and the Golden Rooster Hotel and the thin mist also shattered. Lumian suddenly opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the bedroom on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom. It was just a dream, but it was so real. ………… Memorial Hall area. Carrying the statue of the "Original Witch", Franka followed the man in the black cloak in an invisible state. The other party seemed to have very rich anti-tracking experience and sufficient skills, constantly changing direction and sometimes walking back a distance. If Franka hadn't relied on her "invisibility" and the bonus brought by the "Original Witch" statue, she would have been almost thrown off several times along the way. Finally, the man in the black cloak stopped in front of an underground Trier entrance. He half turned his body and looked at his own palms in the crimson moonlight. What is he doing? Is he reading his palm? Franka, who was in invisible state, huddled behind the gas lamp pole nearby, looking at him in confusion. After a moment, the man walked down the steel stairs and disappeared into the dim entrance. Franca followed closely behind, going deeper and deeper into underground Trier. Twenty minutes later, the man in the black cloak turned into a closed tunnel. He didn't know what he touched, and a stone door on the side of the rock wall suddenly opened. Franca, who was just a few meters away, looked over and saw three lights. There were three classical oil lamps, embedded in the stone wall, one high and two low. Franca had been in Trier for a long time and had enough knowledge of the situation here. She immediately made an association with the scene she saw: Carbonari! One of the symbols of the Carbonari, who tried to overthrow the government, was three lamps, one symbolizing the sun, located at the top, and the other two representing the moon and stars, located below. The Iron Cross and the Carbonari have collaborated? Franka was both surprised and not so surprised. In her opinion, the "Iron Cross" also has the idea of ​​overthrowing the current government and ruling Intis itself, but now its focus is on underground, at the entrance to Trier in the Fourth Epoch.

The man in the black cloak flashed past the stone door that opened by itself, and Franka immediately saw a thin, ever-changing white mist filling the air. This fog looks familiar, there must be a big problem... Franka was hesitating whether to follow, when she felt something in the secret bag vibrate slightly. Franca reached out and touched it, and her expression changed slightly. The thing that was shaking slightly just now was the classical silver mirror, the classical silver mirror that was connected to the mirror world underground! Franka maintained a slightly stiff posture, watching the stone door slowly close without taking a step forward. ………… Beside the underground river with the sound of splashing water, a figure was moving quickly along the current. "He" did not carry any lighting tools such as a lantern or a carbide lamp, but he was not affected by the dark environment at all. He took every step very steadily and accurately avoided obstacles such as potholes and stones. Janna looked from behind the mottled stone pillar and found a red light flashing occasionally in the target's eyes. She took a breath silently and took out the ancient "Bloodthirster's Arrow" from her black coat that looked like leather armor. Her combat experience was neither too little nor too much, especially since she had never faced a Beyonder alone. She could only use all the methods she could to improve herself from the beginning, trying her best to reduce unexpected events. Janna suddenly thrust the broken obsidian arrow into her chest, feeling it absorb the blood and come alive. Before the figure came close, she took out a handful of fluorescent powder and sprinkled it on herself. This was accompanied by an inaudible incantation in the Hermetic tongue: "Hide the body!" Janna's figure disappeared completely, and the sound of the underground river covered up her movements. Not long after, a figure with a red light flashing in his right eye arrived in the area. Suddenly, the darkness under “his” feet came alive and condensed into pitch-black chains, wrapping around “his” legs, “his” waist, and “his” torso from bottom to top. The figure suddenly stopped, and red light shot out from his eyes. Behind "him", Janna's figure quickly emerged. It was not until this moment that Janna could really see the target's appearance. He was a man, carrying a gray cloth bag, wearing a dark gray monk-like robe, with a dark face, made up of mechanical objects such as iron plates, gears, springs, screws, cranks, etc., and there was a bright red gem in the position of his right eye. Monks from Deep Valley Monastery? Jenna was shocked. She didn't expect that Will would ask her to attack a monk from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. She and Franka had seen similar monks in the Deep Valley Quarry. They had used machines to transform parts of their bodies, which was very evil! Faced with a target whose skull had turned into metal, Janna gave up her original plan to punch him behind the ear. Instead, she condensed a ball of black flame on her right palm and pressed it hard against the opponent's head amid the whistling wind. At the same time, red light shot out, burning through several shackles that seemed to come from the abyss, but this could only deal with the frontal ones. The ones in other directions had already entangled the monk who had undergone mechanical transformation. With a bang, Janna slammed the ball of black flame directly into the target's head. The quiet and evil black flames expanded instantly, burning the monk's spirit and igniting his spirituality. Janna immediately relied on the extremely high speed and maneuverability brought by the "Bloodthirsty Arrow" to constantly change her position around the monk to avoid counterattacks. At the same time, she also constantly looked for opportunities to attack the opponent with the witch's black flame to weaken him as much as possible, supplemented by restrictive dark spells. In less than two minutes, the monk who failed to break out fell to the ground, so weak that he fell into a coma.

Janna let out a deep breath and squatted down. She picked up the other person's gray cloth bag, untied the rope, and took a look. There were a lot of cans of paint and a lot of oil paint brushes. PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~ (End of this chapter)