Jaina looked at the gold coin in the boy's hand and found that the man's head on it was very unfamiliar, and he was wearing a crown.

"This isn't Felkin?" She wondered.

The little boy laughed and said, "This is a gold pound, which is worth more than the gold louis."

"You're not from Intis?" Jane was stunned for a moment, but felt that there was nothing wrong.

The silhouette of this little boy is still somewhat different from that of the locals.

"I'm from Rune." The little boy with pale yellow hair neatly combed replied truthfully.

Jane didn't ask any more questions, after all, whether the lucky gold coin was a gold pound or a gold louis did not affect its substantive function.

With what happened last time, she has a lot of trust in the little boy's ability to give good luck.

She looked at each other, waiting for the follow-up.

The little boy put the lucky gold coin back in his pocket, and there was no intention of prepayment.

He pointed to the ground and said, "At ten o'clock tonight, you enter underground Trier from the entrance here, and as long as there is a road ahead, keep going deeper until you come across the underground river."

"Then, find a place to hide around there, wait until the first person passes, and take all the belongings from him."

"You can't tell anyone what you're going to do or where you're going until you're done."

Going underground by pure feeling, relying on luck to find prey? Jenna thinks that the little boy's words have the "temperament of a god" as Charles said.

As for how to take all the items on the target's body, she can only think of one way: control the other party through fighting!

Jane Na knew that this little boy should be a powerful person on her side, so she didn't hesitate and agreed: "Okay."

The little boy smiled, "When you get those items and give them to me, I'll pay you lucky coins."

"What do you call it, when the time comes, where will I find you?" Knowing that the other party was not an ordinary little boy, Jane Na unconsciously used a more respectful tone.

The little boy grunted and replied:

"You can call me Will, you talk to me like this, it seems like I'm mature, I'm only in elementary school!

"When the time comes, you will naturally meet me."

Is it the kind of inherently extraordinary person mentioned in the occult gathering, who is really not very old himself, but has outstanding abilities? Jane had a certain association, followed the other person's meaning, and responded with a smile, "Okay, Will."

Will waved his hand and said, "You can go."

But I'm just going to have lunch at the café behind you...... Jane muttered and changed direction, intending to go back to White Coat Street to forage for food.

After walking more than ten meters, she couldn't bear her curiosity and looked back at the iron-black gas street lamp pole just now.

The strange little boy Will is no longer there.

Janna looked closely, and found that the other party had entered the café next to her, sitting on the window seat, and her eyes were shining as she watched the waiter bring a cup of three-ball ice cream.

What a child...... Jaina retracted her gaze and sighed to herself.

……

Financial District, inside Trier Arts Centre.

Having guessed, Lumian once again took out his brown "voyeur glasses".

Without hesitation or at all, he put on the magical object again.

What he had just seen was mainly the exhibition hall, with a long corridor separating the bathroom from there.

In the familiar vertigo, the oil painting in front of Lumien's eyes underwent a strange change.

The faces of the naked women rolled their eyes at the same time, and their eyes looked at Lumian in different ways.

Lumian suddenly felt that somewhere on the rooftop, which overlapped the sky, at a great distance, some creature was staring at him, trying to get past the obstacle and approach this side at high speed.

Almost at the same time, the blurred face of the woman in the painting gradually became clearer, revealing her original appearance:

The brown eyes are fluttering, the brown hair is scattered, the face is plump, and the temperament is withdrawn......

Lumian recognized her, she was the former tenant of the Golden Rooster Hotel, the mannequin Miss Safari!

She is also the lover that the playwright Gabriel is looking for!

With the clarity of Safari's face, Lumian's surroundings became shadowy, as if one face after another was about to emerge from the painting or the void.

He jerked off the "peep glasses" on the bridge of his nose, and all the mutations dissipated in an instant, except for the large protruding pimples on the surface of his skin and the numerous hairs that stood on end, proving that something had happened before.

"Sure enough, the mannequin in this oil painting is Savary....

"Although Gabriel is an ordinary person and does not have 'voyeur glasses', he once slept with Safari,

Knowing the characteristics of the other party's body, he found traces of his lover when he entered and exited the bathroom......

"Wouldn't Safari's body be like this painting, with so many faces that look like they are painted and seem to be alive?

"Wasn't Gabriel afraid at the time?

"When he found an oil painting based on Safari here, he came back and encountered that kind of normally hard-to-see creature?

The time is almost right, the glass of water on his desk has been more than a day, and the day before yesterday to see the art exhibition..... Something out of the middle of the night?

"Why did he stay in his apartment until I visited after he was attacked and polluted?"

Lumien's thoughts fluctuated, and he turned his gaze to the signature of the painting: Claude. Pierre. August.

Lumien knew that the painter must not be well-known, otherwise his paintings would not have hung in the corridor outside the bathroom, and it was probably added in conjunction with the exhibition "Impressions of the Future".

In the same way, he also believed that since Gabriel had an accident, it was likely that this Pierre had also disappeared, and even went to the "hostel" when Safarli moved out of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

"Anyway, let's inform Ms. 'Magician' in case there are any clues left? Otherwise, it would not have dealt with such an ordinary person as Gabriel. Lumian didn't think about tracking down Claude himself. Pierre. Auguste, because this requires gathering information from various channels, it will take a lot of time, and with the name and identity of the target, an "astrologer" like the "magician" should be able to quickly locate the place where the painter lives.

In addition, Gabriel was attacked in the middle of the night after learning about Claude as a painter, and Lumian currently has only a lot more information than he does.

Lumian stared at the painting, the corners of his mouth gradually curled up: "Will you come to attack me?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

......

It was around nine o'clock in the evening, 3 White Coat Street, inside apartment 601.

Thinking of the mission of the Witch Sect, Franca suspects that the "Predator Cross" has made a big move recently, so she decides to go to Gardner. Martin, by the way, digest the potion of "pleasure".

Before going out, she thought that in the past, she had knocked directly on the door and monitored it at close range, and planned to change the way this time:

Hide around 11 Springs Street or in the garden or lawn for a while, observe it secretly, and then look for Gardner. Martin.

Considering Gardner's sequence and abilities, Franka walked back to her bedroom, digging through the palm-sized statue of the "primordial witch" and placing it in the pocket.

This will help her hide better and be less likely to be discovered by her extraordinary abilities.

"I'm going to Gardner." Franka waved at Jana, opened the door and left Apartment 601.

Jana answered, quietly breathing a sigh of relief.

She's also about to go out and a little nervous.

Franca took a horse-drawn carriage and arrived at Fountain Street, and instead of letting the coachman stop directly at the door of House 11 as usual, he stepped out of the carriage at a great distance.

Her figure quickly vanished, creeping closer to Gardner. Martin's residence.

She was very familiar with the environment, and easily found the loopholes where the guards patrolled, climbed over the side walls, and fell silently into the garden.

Franca didn't try to sneak into the building, and followed the shadows to the edge of the lawn in front of her, next to a gas lamp, and stared at the gray-and-white three-story villa that was still brightly lit.

As the minutes ticked by, Franka didn't get bored, watching very intently at every figure and what they were doing.

At this moment, the main entrance of the building opened, and the butler Faustino walked out with a man in a black cloak.

The man was of medium height, less than 1.75 meters, and his whole person was covered by clothes, so he couldn't see his specific face or physical features.

Who will it be? Gardner. Martin's partner, or the core members of the Predator Cross in charge of other regions? Franka muttered.

Seeing the man in the black cloak walk out of the iron fence gate, and the butler Faustino turned back, Franca, who hesitated for a moment, made up her mind:

Gardner. Martin here, unless she searches inch by in, she can't find valuable information, after all, she usually walks around and looks at it openly, and the man in the cloak may give her new clues and give her an unexpected gain!

Franca, who was in a state of invisibility, touched the idol of the "Original Witch" in the hidden bag, and had a little bottom in her heart.

She circled the edge of the lawn, silently climbing over the iron fence and tracking down the mysterious man in the black cloak.

......

At ten o'clock in the evening, Jaina walked into the underground entrance to Trier, not far from the Old Dogeon Coop Theatre.

She didn't have a calcium carbide lamp, and relied on the dark vision of the "assassin", in the dark environment, while remembering the way she came, she kept going straight along the tunnel and going deeper and deeper with pure instinct.

Gradually, her surroundings became quieter, even deadly.

Jaina exhaled slowly, easing the tension and fear in her heart.

She left the middle of the tunnel, clinging to the rock wall, and cautiously continued on.

After some time, she heard the sound of running water.

After walking another seven or eight meters around a rock wall, a small river flowing slowly under the dark ground appeared in front of her.

Janna steadied herself and found a mottled stone pillar and hid behind it, blending into the thick shadows.

She doesn't use "stealth" because she's only a "witch" and has a limited amount of time to maintain this ability, and the target doesn't know how long it will take.

In the dead silence of the underground, the passage of time seems to be slowing down, and Jana's mental pressure gradually accumulates.

Finally, she heard the sound of echoing footsteps.