Chapter 461 The Same Direction Paint...brush...Janna was stunned for two full seconds after seeing what was in the gray-white cloth bag. She then recalled the information provided by the "Purifier" and the various clues she and others had obtained during this period: Pay attention to painter groups and people who have a private hobby of painting, their works may very well contain supernatural powers! “This monk is the one who has a hobby of painting? “Or is he sending paint and brushes to some painter? "This is a very common thing, but he chose to go deep underground in Trier. This cannot be explained by being in a hurry... "Either his destination was wrong, or the painter he was looking for was wrong, or maybe both were wrong..." A series of thoughts flashed through Janna's mind, and she seriously suspected that this monk who had undergone mechanical transformation was related to the "hostel" she and others were tracking down. At this very moment, there may be a "painter" with extraordinary powers creating murals somewhere underground, which requires a lot of paint and tools to support!
Janna fumbled through the unconscious monk's robes, finding only a few extra coins and bills. She put these things into a gray cloth bag, tied the rope, and looked at the various mechanical creations that made up half of the monk's body. She planned to burn them again with the witch's black flame to make the other party fall into a deeper coma, and then carry him back to the ground to "interrogate" him together with Charles, Franka and Anthony. As a "witch", she has actually mastered the ritual magic related to "spiritual communication", but she has no practical experience and is worried about mistakes that will lead to the interruption of clues. Secondly, there is a lack of safe objects to pray to, so she plans to let the experienced Lumian and Franca handle it. Just as Janna had this idea and was about to put it into practice, she saw multiple gears turning on their own on the face of the unconscious monk. They make a clattering sound, making every part instantly come alive, as if they have a life of their own. The small half of the body made up of these mechanical creations was running wildly, quickly drawing in the flesh and blood of the other large half of the body and turning it into mud. It looked like a factory accident where an operator had fallen into some large machinery. Janna suddenly had a strong premonition of danger, but before she could react, the parts that made up the mechanical body, along with flesh and blood, suddenly pounced on her. Amid the sounds of crackling and creaking, she turned into a mirror, shattered into pieces. Nearly ten meters away from the underground river, Janna's figure quickly emerged. Without even turning her head back, she ran around the rock wall at high speed and fled to the ground with the gray cloth bag in her hand and the "Bloodthirsty Arrow" stuck in her chest. Behind her, the sounds of metal friction and collision continued, but she could not catch up and the noise gradually became smaller. Finally, Janna heard the crisp sound of a large number of metal parts falling to the ground one after another. She breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down her pace slightly. Only after running to the underground Trier with street names did Janna calm down and quickly remove the "Bloodthirsty Arrow" from her chest. She was already a little weak from the blood loss. But she was extremely glad that she was cautious enough not to remove the broken obsidian arrow stuck in the monk's chest after he fainted, but to complete the search with it. If not, she would probably have been caught up by the mechanical body that seemed to have come alive before she could use this magical item again. While Janna was determining the direction and searching for the underground market road, she recalled her experience just now. She felt a fear that the horror stories and terrible abilities that Franca and Charles had told her had finally become a reality: The part of the monk that had undergone mechanical transformation actually mutated and appeared to be alive! The machines that came to life are devouring human flesh and blood! This is what the world of mysticism really looks like, extraordinary powers are accompanied by all kinds of unimaginable dangers...Janna turned into the underground market avenue and walked towards the stairs connecting to the ground.
At the same time, she suspected that the strange monks and the evil secret caves she and Franka saw in the deep valley quarry were related to the impending disaster. ………… Only when the stone door was completely closed and the dark tunnel became silent again did Franka leave her hiding place, remaining invisible and returning to the ground. She repeatedly thought about the scene she had just seen, trying to find the source of the familiar feeling brought to her by the ever-changing thin white mist. Just when she was about to give up and use "magic mirror divination" or "dream divination" to get the answer, she finally remembered: She and Janna killed the man dressed as a wizard who caused abnormalities in the Deep Valley Monastery underground. When they were "communicating with spirits" on the spot, a similar mist appeared in the mirror! The opponent's exploded body turned into a blood mist and also showed corresponding characteristics, but the color was different! "'007' said that when the 'Purifiers' tracked down Deep Valley Town, the target group had already been moved, and even the items on the altar had been taken away. Only traces of words were left on some papers at the scene... "Those words are Albert Goncourt, underground, riot, and time... Albert Goncourt is one of the leaders of the Carbonari... This... matches the three oil lamps I saw just now! Is the Iron Cross working with the Carbonari to instigate a riot, and even involving some monks from the Deep Valley Abbey? "Hiss, could it be that the item that Gardner Martin asked 'Rat' Christo to smuggle into Trier was what the Carbonari wanted? "It's not far behind the stone door just now, so that's why the ancient silver mirror on me reacted?" Franka gradually pieced the story together. She felt that it was necessary to report this matter. Although it had nothing to do with the current and most urgent task of tracking down the "hostel", the problem seemed to be quite serious. If it really broke out, it would be another disaster. She should try her best to prevent it. The next second, Franka fell into deep thought: Should we report to the Tarot Club, or to the Witch Cult, or report it directly to the authorities through "007"? She quickly made a decision: Only children do multiple-choice questions, adults want them all! The only thing you need to be careful about is that the "report" cannot be confused. ………… After Lumian woke up from his dream, he slowly sat up and looked around. There is no trace of the "Magician" lady taking action here, chasing Gabriel and locking onto the "hostel". "Ms. 'Magician' didn't notice that Gabriel used dreams to remind me to flee Trier? That's impossible. This lady could enter and exit my dreams at will when she was in Cordu Village, and she is the nemesis of that special monster. Bouvard's body did not launch an attack and was in an untouchable state, but she dragged it away directly..." Lumian got out of bed with confusion and paced back and forth in the room with the curtains drawn. He also didn't think that the "Magician" lady wasn't paying attention to this side. She should be able to observe from a long distance and didn't need to rush to the Breeze Ballroom. The insight brought by the "conspirator" made Lumian think more and more that the dream just now was a little strange: The fact that he was able to communicate with me without being noticed by the “Magician” lady meant that there was something special about Gabriel or the “hostel”! Considering that he was only a Sequence 6 and did not know a lot about the mysticism, nor was he qualified to know it, Lumian did not waste time making his own guesses. He sat down at the desk, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a letter. Because of the "doll" messenger's preferences, he returned to the Golden Rooster Inn before sending the letter, and waited patiently for a reply. Soon, the "magician" lady gave the answer: “I didn’t notice Gabriel influencing your dreams. “The initial possibilities considered are: "You have some close connection to the 'hostel'." Is there some kind of close connection between me and the "hostel"? Seeing the end, Lumian's forehead jumped, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on his head. How can it be?
When did I become closely associated with "Hostel"? Gabriel used this connection to hide from the "magician" lady's gaze and directly influence my dreams? Lumian thought the "Magician" lady's guess was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but analyze the possibilities. As he was thinking, he suddenly remembered someone: ! Suzanne Matisse's lover, an excluded core member of the "Society of the Bliss", and the former manager of the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre, who claimed that he was going back to the market area to do something! "Did Maipu Maier do something secretly in the market area that led to my close connection with the 'Inn'? "He wants to prove himself, and I must be one of his targets... Is it his plan to let me establish a close connection with the 'hostel' and then detonate it at a critical moment? “How on earth did he do it? I had no idea that I had such a close connection with the ‘hostel’…” Lumian subconsciously cast his eyes towards his left chest. He suspected that this matter was helped by the traitor Thermopylae. Otherwise he wouldn't have failed to notice anything unusual. Lumian was surprised and stunned, but he was not panicked. Instead, he felt a little happy: I wonder if I can use my close connection with the "hostel" to find that place... Then, I will be able to meet the Samson family, and they will also be carrying several Major Arcana cards… Just as this thought flashed through Lumian's mind and he was about to write a letter to ask the "Magician" lady, he heard two very light footsteps approaching his room. Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door of Room 207. Lumian opened the door and saw Franca and Janna as expected. One of them was wearing a fancy women's shirt, and the other was dressed as a female mercenary, and both had serious expressions. "We have important findings." Franka felt it necessary to communicate with Lumian before writing the report. Did you also have important findings? Lumian was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed at the ceiling: "Call Anthony too." Nearly a quarter of an hour later, in room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Franka and Janna finished telling their stories respectively, omitting the details about the Witch Sect and Will. Lumian's brows gradually furrowed as he heard this: Are some monks from Deep Valley Monastery suspected to be connected to the "hostel" and the impending disaster? That is an important monastery of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery! Thinking of the Sacred Heart Monastery of the Eternal Sun Church, which seemed to have problems, Lumian couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his forehead: Are both churches less reliable? Can Trier be saved? Can it still have a future? (End of this chapter)