The reason why a painting is a painting, and why it can be circulated and appreciated, is, of course, because it will not change. Painting is not architecture, it will not change its connotation because of the wind and frost, and painting is not music, and it will not be transformed from time to place because of the difference between musicians and musical instruments. A painting is a painting, it cannot be destroyed, it cannot be damaged a little bit, and the image recorded on the paper or cloth must have the weight to stand in the passage of time and the transformation of space. So naturally, the things in the painting don't move. Of course, for most people, such as Sach, the main reason why the painting does not move is because it is essentially just a painted paint, and when the paint dries up, it loses the possibility of moving on its own, as it should be.

"Crunch!" the mountain monster stood up from his chair before Sach could react, his large stature and armor making it as staggering as a hill. The gatekeeper did not hesitate to get up, and reached for the edge of the bench, which was adorned with metal carvings and satin cushions, and flipped it aside with a terrible crashing sound. Like a ferocious wave, he headed straight for Fioni's position. Then he easily pushed him aside before the Kraken could react from the loud noise behind him, then raised his clenched fist and swung it at the woman in the painting. Fioni, who was pushed aside, clearly saw that the eyes of the woman in the painting had been following the mountain monster's body, which was not the reaction of an ornament.

"Boom!" the steel-wrapped fist unexpectedly pierced the oil painting on the wall, and continued forward, knocking the wall into a spider's web. The silent gatekeeper withdrew his fist, blood running down the gap between his fingers, and the unreserved punch undoubtedly made him suffer as well. The oil painting, which had been punched with a large hole, hung on his forearm, was ripped off the wall, and then casually thrown to the ground like waste paper. The mountain monster's gaze looked through the shadow cast by the helmet, and he clearly saw that the canvas he had pierced was empty, and the woman who should have been in the painting was gone. "Tricks. A deep voice welled up from the armor with a bit of disdain and jealousy.

Fioni leaned down and looked closely at the painting, and now he was sure that a human art should not have such a sharp eye. "Spying on? or—" The Kraken thought, if this was just a means for the witches to spy on the three of them, it wasn't there. But Fioni actually denied this possibility in his heart when he spoke about it. For no other reason, he felt a strong hostility from the woman in the painting, and he believed that the mountain monster must have made a judgment about destroying it in the first place. No matter what she wanted to do with what she had done in this painting, she couldn't be allowed to continue.

"What's going on, what's going on?" the scene was so abrupt and impactful that Saich couldn't understand it for a moment. He got up from his chair and asked the other two. Unbeknownst to the child, however, the moment he got up, the oil lamp cast a shadow behind him, and the movement of the shadow did not coincide with that of its owner.

"Nothing. It's just that Miss Kalun's warning doesn't seem to be comprehensive enough, and even if we don't eat or drink, there will still be people who want to come to the door. The Kraken stood up, and for a split second his eyes noticed Sach's back. But he didn't say anything, and walked to the chair as if nothing had happened, as if he wanted to announce that the little commotion was over. The mountain monster shook its helmet and observed the rest of the room, especially the walls, as if looking for other possible paintings.

"Yes, then, you've got her, I mean the person who came to the door, and you've chased her away, right? Or are we going to the sea, I mean Miss Garron for help?" asked the frightened child in a trembling voice, and as a native who grew up in Heartless Bay, he had a subconscious fear of witches. Hearing his companion tell him that a witch had come to the room with hostility, his legs began to shake slightly. He couldn't be blamed for that, with the prestige of the witches in the city, it wouldn't be much better for an adult here.

"It's okay, this little problem doesn't bother Miss Jialun. Besides, she told us not to leave this room, right? But she herself was the first to leave the place, and Fioni thought as he said this, if Galen's warning had not been a problem before, then the witch's early departure was a little strange at this moment, when there were enemies in the room. It felt as if Glenn had tacitly allowed a witch who was hostile to the three of them to sneak in. However, considering the system of witches, this kind of thing is not out of the question.

"Yes, that's what she said. She said we don't eat anything, don't drink anything, and don't leave the room, that's what she said. Sach's lips were pale, he hadn't eaten or drunk for a long time, and the sudden stimulation made the child's body a little overwhelmed, and the feeling of dizziness hit his brain and made his steps flutter.

"Sech, is that your name right, little one?" Fioni noticed the child's state and took two steps forward as if he wanted to hold him, calling the child's name.

"Yes, Mr. Fishman. I'm Sach, that's the name that Ms. Hella gave me. As if thinking that Hela had given the boy strength again, he shook his head, stubbornly trying to dispel the vertigo in his head. It backfired, and the whole person lost his balance and fell into the chair behind him. And as he got closer to his shadow, the shape of the shadow became more abnormal.

Fioni's eyes narrowed, and he knew that he must not let Saich and his shadow overlap at this time, otherwise something bad would definitely happen. The kraken's right foot was forced, and his slender body rushed towards the boy like a sharp arrow, only to see him stretch out his left hand, and pull Saihe into his arms, and then immediately turned around to distance himself from the shadow, and when he stopped, the kraken's right hand pointed in the direction of the shadow, in this way to warn the other party not to approach. This is problematic, because it stands to reason that as Sach's body position changes, his shadow should also move, but as the boy leaves, his shadow stays in place, and gradually changes into a completely different appearance.

"Stand back. "Heavy footsteps come from the gatekeepers. The mountain monster held in his hand the wooden leg of a bench that he had just overturned, and the sharp section made it a better alternative to nothing without weapons. Fioni nodded, and retreated behind the warrior with Sach in his arms, but the Siren's afterglow was always on guard against his back, especially the shadow.

Just when the mountain monster confronted the strange shadow, and the atmosphere in the room was tense to the extreme, the door opened with a "creak". Peg and Glenn appeared at the entrance of the room, and looked at the situation inside, and their faces instantly turned ugly. "Be careful! it's a shadow beast!"