Chapter 467: The world in the painting? The familiar sarcasm and the expression that was not at all empty made Janna immediately realize that the Charles who came was real. "Fuck! Can't you just speak properly?" Janna waved the rag in her hand and cursed. Lumian closed the door and said with a smile: "You seem quite energetic, not crying out of fear." Janna cautiously glanced back out the window, confirming that the glowing figures were long gone. She suppressed the urge to argue with Lumian and asked without wasting time: "Why did you come in too?" While speaking, she kept telling herself: As an adult woman with rich life experience and who has suffered many setbacks, I cannot argue with such an immature minor at such a critical moment! Lumian glanced at Franca who was sipping red wine at the window, sat down on the sofa, leaned back comfortably and said:

"First, tell me how you got here." To be honest, he didn't know why he suddenly came to this strange place where the "hostel" was located. Janna still stood by the coffee table, making sure she could enter the dummy state at any time. She recounted the whole story of how she was inspired by a dream, came underground to deliver the mission items, and obtained the lucky gold coins. Lumian listened attentively without interrupting, then laughed: "Now I can answer your question. "I was sent here by Mr. Fool to rescue you." He roughly understood why he ended up in Room 207 of the Fake Golden Rooster Hotel after waking up in shock. “Did Mr. Fool really send you here? I don’t even know his full name. I just took the lucky gold coin and prayed for success?” Although Janna had doubts before, it still didn’t stop her from finding it incredible now. "Of course it's true." Lumian was sincere. He was currently wondering about another thing: Why did Mr. Fool send me instead of Ms. Magician? If the person being pulled into the "hostel" was a "magician" lady, then the problem would have been easily solved! This can be explained by the seal of "The Fool" on him, but Ms. Magician is a Major Arcana card, a core member of the "Tarot Club" who can participate in the meeting before God. She is also in the three divine paths controlled by "The Fool", so there must be similar marks, and she should also be able to be "assigned remotely". There may be some reason here that I don’t understand... Lumian thought for a moment and focused his attention on Jenna’s description of this world. He asked as if to confirm: "From the looks of it, the only difference between this place and reality is the Breeze Ballroom?" Previously, Safari and Gabriel had only mentioned that there was a black hole on Market Avenue, through which there was hope of leaving, but it was also very dangerous. They did not specify where it was. Although Lumian had some vague guesses, he could not be sure until Janna revealed her findings. "I only explored these nearby streets and less than one-fifth of the market avenue." Janna answered cautiously to prevent Charles from making a misjudgment. She then added: “And there are a lot of differences inside, like here, only the room layout and large furniture are the same as in reality, and other details are somewhat different. "I doubt it, I doubt it..."

Lumian looked at Janna and spoke before she could: “The world in the painting.” "Yes, the world in the painting!" Janna finally made the vague idea clear. Combining the "Painter" sequence with the paints and brushes she found from the mutated monk, she felt that this was an oil painting that only copied part of the streets in the market area and had some kind of supernatural power, called "Inn"! This made Janna worried and anxious, but also made her feel it was magical. Painting a picture is like creating a world! "I'm glad you share this understanding. It's not easy." Lumian said after a teasing, "This world in the painting is not considered advanced. The oil painting created by the angel of the 'Painter' path may really be a world with living beings." Unlike the current one, many parts of it look fake. What is the purpose of such a painting of not too high a level? Without waiting for Janna's response, Lumian instructed her: "Go and feel around in Franka's secret pocket to see if there's a silver mirror with an antique look to it." "Why don't you search it yourself? You know what the ancient mirror looks like better than I do." Jana suddenly laughed softly, "Are you shy?" Lumian said nonchalantly: "If you weren't here, I would search it myself, but why should I trouble myself when I can give you orders?" Janna gritted her teeth, not daring to waste time, and walked to the window, rummaging through the different pockets of the fake Franca. She quickly came to the conclusion: “Without ancient mirrors, many dark pockets would have gone undrawn.” Lumian nodded slowly and crossed out option seven in his mind. He turned to Janna and said: "Try to see if the magic mirror divination can work." Janna, who had experience, knew that Lumian wanted to use this to confirm whether the world in the painting was connected to the spiritual world, so as to determine whether his "teleportation" could be successful and whether he could help the two of them leave here. So she took out a makeup mirror from her secret bag and prayed to one of the safer people given by Franca. Before long, the preparations for the "magic mirror divination" were completed, and the palm-sized mirror turned gray, but no water light appeared. "It failed, but there is a bit of extraordinary phenomenon." Janna said with a little doubt. Lumian nodded slightly and said: "There should be a fake spirit world here. If you use 'spiritual vision', you might be able to see a few residual souls, but this is not connected to the real spirit world, so you can't find the being you are trying to inquire about." In other words, he can "teleport" within the world in the painting, but cannot leave it. Lumian reached into his pocket, took out Mr. K's finger, and tossed it in front of his eyes. There was no reaction, no change at all. "What is this?" Janna was startled. Charles actually carried with him a bloody human finger! "A magical item that has no way of contacting the outside world." Lumian explained perfunctorily. At the same time, he sighed in his heart: Mr. K's fingers look beautiful, but they never function to their full potential. Most of the time, Lumian doesn't have a use for it, and when he does need it, the circumstances are often special, and he can't use the connection between it and the main body to summon Mr. K.

Janna didn't ask any more questions, she pursed her lips and said: "What's next?" She really couldn't think of any other way to get out of here, so she could only consider starting from the black hole of the Breeze Ballroom, the edge of the world in the painting, and the two fake churches. Lumian smiled: “Don’t worry, I still have five, six, seven or eight plans to try. "But before we try them, we need to go to Market Avenue and take a closer look at the black hole that is the Breeze Ballroom." "You want to leave from there?" Janna asked with a frown. That seems like it would be dangerous. "This is the last option, but it is also a necessary preparation. I don't want to try other plans here and fail, then be discovered by the fairies and blocked by the tenants of the 'hostel'. I want to fight but can't get close to the Breeze Ballroom." Lumian stood up and walked to the door of Apartment 601. Janna looked out the window again, only to see the sun setting and the goblins' servants not returning. She then quickly followed Lumian and went down the stairs. On the way, she asked in a probing way: "Why did those evil god followers create this world in the painting? To hide the guests of the 'inn'?" Lumian replied thoughtfully: “I think this is a side purpose, and overall, it’s more like a ritual. "Think about it, this is like a fake market area. The only place left without a corresponding design is the Breeze Ballroom. I told you before that there are old bones from the Fourth Epoch under the Breeze Ballroom, which is secretly related to the old cemetery of St. Robert's Church. It is definitely not a coincidence that the world in the painting left it blank." "I also think that's the core of the problem." Janna instinctively wanted to prove that she was not stupid and had similar guesses. As Lumian descended, he thought: “When the mutation actually occurs, is it possible that this world in the painting will temporarily replace some streets in the real market area, with only the Breeze Ballroom remaining the same? "Who and what is this to confuse... "In mysticism, this represents the application of the 'Law of Similarity'. When the similarity reaches a certain level, the manipulation of the fake can be reflected in reality... “Are they trying to use this method to uncover the secrets beneath the Breeze Ballroom and find those old bones from the Fourth Epoch? “No, it shouldn’t be just for Old Bones… Are they trying to open the entrance to Trier in the Fourth Epoch? "It's not that simple. The entire sealing system has not been destroyed or weakened..." Lumian gradually came up with an idea and felt that he was getting closer and closer to the core plan of this disaster. If he can finally grasp the truth, it will be an excellent play on the insight of the "conspirator". Jenna nodded slightly, thinking that Lumian's guess made sense. The two of them were talking as they walked out of the fake White Coat Street No. 3, and their eyes suddenly froze. On the road diagonally across the street, a woman in a loose white suspender dress was looking at them! The woman had a beautiful face, with slightly curly black hair draped messily over her shoulders, and her blue eyes were quite empty. She looked both detached and real. Lumian and Jenna had seen a similar temperament and feeling in another person. That's the mannequin Safari, room number 12 in the "hostel"! This is another room in the "hostel". Another mannequin? Why is she here? It's like she's waiting for me and Janna? Lumian's mind tensed up instantly. He instinctively stretched out his right hand and grabbed Janna's shoulder. At the same time, the beautiful woman smiled and said: “It was fate that destined us to meet.

“Aggregation always happens inadvertently.” (End of this chapter)