Cinderella was sure that there was no such booth in this location, and even a few minutes ago, when her sister Diana left, it was still empty.

As a result, after turning around, this strange painting stall appeared in front of her so suddenly, and the school bully girl recalled the urban legend that Diana had just told her about in the car.

She was sure that the art stall in front of her was probably the body of the urban legend, and that she had encountered a mysterious event.

For a moment, the school bully girl was a little flustered, because Teacher Merlin had told him that most of the so-called mysterious events would not be a good thing, and they were high-risk events that could lose their lives at any time for ordinary people.

Although Cinderella is not an ordinary person, but a probationary wizard who has already introduced the occult, but now that her magic power has been completely exhausted due to the prayer technique, she is no different from an ordinary person, and it is very dangerous for her to be dragged into the mystery in this state.

Fortunately, her steady personality made the school bully girl not too flustered, and she quickly adjusted her mood and calmed down.

She glanced at the owner of the painting stall, this middle-aged man meets the standards of most girls for dream lovers, mature and handsome, with an artistic atmosphere, especially the melancholy that can't be hidden in those green eyes can disturb the girl's heart.

This one looks like a man with a story, like a mellow wine, with a mysterious attraction.

If the junior sister Diana was here now, she would probably have begun to exclaim that she was so handsome, but it's a pity that the school bully girl is not the kind of character, as I said, she is a little blind and can't tell whether a man is good or not.

So, she just put her hand in her coat pocket and rummaged through it and pulled out a few coins.

"That's all I have."

Cinderella calmly spread her hand and showed it to the stall owner.

Five silver coins, six copper coins.

"Here's my food money for this month."

The school bully girl silently added.

Her meaning was already clear.

I was poor, I had no money, I couldn't afford to paint, so I took my leave.

As long as I'm poor enough, none of your mysteries will bother me.

Blonde Artist: "........"

Looking at the bits and pieces of coins in the girl's hand, Goerthe looked around with some confusion.

That's right, the location where he set up his stall today is the famous rich area of the Second Ring Road, and he can live on this street for a while, and he knows very well the net worth of the people here, even if it is a child's pocket money, it is more than a dozen gold coins per month.

What is going on with you, girl?

Goerd took a closer look at the first guest of the day, a girl who looked ordinary, with big black-framed glasses, braided hair, looking rustic, wearing a school uniform, looking at Aldrich's, it seems that Aldrich does have a party today, this should have just returned from the party.

Looking down, he saw that the girl was holding a delicate crystal slipper in her hand, and further down, the girl had no shoes on her feet, and her white feet were just stepping on the ground, and they were a little dirty with dust.

This made the blonde painter, who was a bit of a hygienic obsessive-compulsive artist, frown.

Judging from his human body skills for many years of painting, although this girl looks mediocre, her feet are very perfect, just the right golden ratio, in his eyes, it is naturally a perfect painting, but it is a pity that now it is dirty and there is really a feeling that the artwork is defiled.

"It's okay to mortgage this crystal slipper."

Goerthe thought for a moment and proposed.

On this crystal slipper, he keenly sensed the aura of magic power, which seemed to be a magic item, and the quality was not low.

It's just how this pretty ordinary girl got this crystal slipper.

Goerthe was a little confused.

Perceiving magic is his natural ability, and he is very sensitive to the fluctuation of magic power, but the girl in front of him really does not have a little magic fluctuation, she is indeed just an ordinary person.

I guess I got it by coincidence, after all, there was only one.

Goerthe guessed.

"Sir, this shoe was lent to me by someone else, and it does not belong to me, and I cannot trade it for myself."

Cinderella shook her head and refused. Butterfly

In fact, she was quite puzzled about this crystal slipper, originally thought that this shoe was the same as the evening dress was her prayer spell, but when she later dissolved the spell, the dress and carriage and so on disappeared, only this crystal slipper remained.

The school girl remembered what happened before she went out, as if these crystal slippers were the last to be brought to her by the two beautiful birds, and at that time she only thought that this was also the effect of prayer, but now it seems that she misunderstood.

This embarrassed Cinderella, who had now lost a shoe, and she didn't know what to explain to the two birds when she got back.

"Okay."

Goerde didn't bother the girl too much, he nodded, and didn't force it.

In his opinion, the person who lent the girl's shoes must also be a member of the mysterious side, and now he doesn't need to offend a mysterious figure for such a magic item with an unknown effect, and it is not yet time, and he still needs to forbear.

"Then Mr. Painter, I'll go home first, I'm sorry I can't take care of your business."

Cinderella said calmly and politely, as if she were really an ordinary girl, completely unaware of the strangeness of this art stall.

"Hmm."

Goerthe nodded, not saying anything more.

Since the girl really can't afford to paint, then he really can't do anything to the girl.

This is a requirement of the ritual and the standard of the contract.

It's a pity, but tonight's first deal seems to have blown away.

The blonde painter shook his head, he looked at the girl's departing back, and then returned to his seat.

He was ready to continue his previous paintings, but for some reason, this time he was always a little distracted, as if he had missed something particularly important.

"Could it be that there was something wrong with that girl just now?"

After scribbling a few strokes on the paper, Goerthe frowned, he looked up again at the girl who was not far away, and opened his mouth to tell her to stay, but after thinking about it, he still didn't shout.

He just adjusted the direction of the drawing board, then looked at the girl's back, and picked up the brush to draw it.

As long as he leaves a painting of this girl, then he can locate this somewhat strange girl by relying on the connection between the painting and people.

Thinking of this, Goerthe moved his pen like a fly, and began to paint very skillfully.

Five minutes later, the girl's back had completely disappeared into the street, but the middle-aged painter didn't pay much attention to it, he was looking at the painting in front of him with satisfaction.

He wanted to take back his previous words, this mediocre-looking girl is not only beautiful feet, but also quite perfect, even if he doesn't consider anything else, this back painting alone is the most perfect work he has created over the years.

It's just that......

"What's the matter with this shadow?"

Goerthe frowned and looked at his smugness.

On the drawing board is such a work, the moon is in the sky at night, on the empty street, a girl walks alone on the street, two mice behind her follow her, under the moonlight, the shadow left behind the girl is very long, the slender shadow is like a ghost.

Well, a real ghost, with two horns on its head, a tail behind it, and an eerie flame swaying above its head, like a crown of honor......

"This ........"

Although this painting was completely painted by himself, Goerthe looked at this strange shadow and was a little confused, why didn't he know that he had painted this thing?

Something is wrong, something is very wrong.

Suddenly, Goethe's face changed dramatically, he kicked his feet, walked quickly away from the painting, and then tried to leave the place without looking back.

It's just that at the moment when he just left, the demon shadow in the painting opened his eyes.

"I see you."

Darkness spilled out of the painting, and ominous breath began to spread through the streets at midnight, accompanied by the cacophony of crows and eerie clown-like laughter, a voice sounded so abruptly in the night sky.

Then, an arm like a large cat's paw reached out of the canvas and snapped at the edge of the frame.