Pigment...... When the brush ..... saw the contents of the off-white cloth bag, Jaina was stunned for two full seconds.

She then recalled the information provided by the "Purifier" and the clues she and the others had obtained during this time:

Keep an eye out for groups of painters and those who have a private hobby of painting, whose work is likely to contain supernatural abilities!

"This monk is the one who has a hobby of painting?

Or was he sending paint and brushes to a painter?

"It's a very ordinary thing, and he chose the depths of underground Trier, which cannot be explained by hurrying......"

"Either there is a problem with his destination, or there is a problem with the painter he is looking for, and maybe even a problem....."

A series of thoughts flashed through Jane's mind, seriously suspecting that the monk who had been mechanically modified had something to do with the "hostel" that she and others were tracking.

At this moment, there may be a "painter" with extraordinary power to create a mural somewhere underground, which requires a lot of paint and tools to support it!

Janna fumbled with the unconscious monk's robes, finding only a few extra coins and bills.

She placed the items in a gray-white cloth bag, tied the ropes, and looked at the various mechanical creations that made up the small half of the monk's body, intending to burn them again with the witch's black flames to plunge the other party into a deeper coma, and then carry him back to the ground to "interrogate" Charles, Franca, and Anthony together.

As a "witch", she has actually mastered the ritual magic related to "psychic", but first, she has no practical experience, and she is worried that something will go wrong and cause the clues to be interrupted, and second, she lacks a safe object to invoke and invoke, so she plans to let the experienced Lumian and Franka deal with it.

As soon as Jaina had such an idea and was about to put it into practice, she saw the face of the unconscious monk turn on its own.

They clatter, making each part instantly come alive, as if it had a life of its own.

The small half of the body made up of these mechanical creations sprang wildly, quickly rolling in the flesh and blood of the other half of the body, stirring up mud.

It looks like there's an accident in a factory where an operator has fallen into a large piece of machinery.

Jana suddenly had a strong sense of danger, but before she could react, she was slammed into her body by the flesh and blood of the parts that made up the mechanical body.

In the sound of clicking and creaking, she became a mirror, shattering inch by inch.

Nearly ten meters away from the underground river, Jana's figure was quickly outlined.

She didn't look back, and with the gray-white cloth bag in her hand and the "Bloodthirsty Arrow" stuck in her chest, she went around the rock wall at high speed and fled to the ground.

Behind her, the sound of metal grinding and colliding continued, but she couldn't catch up, and the movement gradually became smaller.

Finally, Janna heard the crunch of a large number of metal parts scrambling to fall to the ground.

She breathed a sigh of relief and slowed her pace slightly.

It was only after running to the underground level of Trier with the street name that Jana made up her mind and quickly removed the "Bloodthirsty Arrow" from her chest.

She was already a little weakened by blood loss.

But she was glad she had been cautious enough not to remove the obsidian arrow from the monk's chest after he had passed out, but to carry it with her.

If it weren't, she probably wouldn't have had time to use the magical item again before she was overtaken by her coming to life.

While discerning the direction and searching for the underground market avenue, Jane reminisced about the experience she had just experienced, and there was a kind of horror that Franca and Charles told her and the fear that terrible abilities had finally come to reality:

The part of the monk that had undergone mechanical transformation would have undergone a mutation, showing a state of coming to life!

And the living machines are devouring the flesh and blood of humans!

This is what the world of the occult is really like, with extraordinary abilities and unimaginable dangers........ Jaina turned to the underground market avenue and walked towards the stairs that connected to the ground.

At the same time, she suspects that the strange monks and mysterious caves she and Franka have seen in the quarries of the deep valley are involved in the impending disaster.

……

When the stone door was completely closed and the dark tunnel became dead again, Franka left her hiding place, remained incognito, and returned to the surface.

She thought back to what she had just seen, looking for the familiarity that the ever-changing pale white mist had brought to her.

Just when she was about to give up and use the "Magic Mirror Divination" or "Dream Divination" to help get the answer, she finally remembered:

She and Jane killed the wizard-dressed man who gave the Deepdale Monastery anomaly underground, and when they were "psychic" on the spot, a similar mist appeared in the mirror!

The corpse that the other party exploded then turned into a blood mist, and it also showed corresponding characteristics, but the color was different!

"007 says that by the time the 'Purifiers' tracked down to Deep Valley, the target group had been moved, and even the items on the altar had been taken, leaving only traces of words on some of the paper......

"Those words are Albert. Goncourt, Underground, Riots and Time...... Albert. Goncourt was one of the leaders of the Charcoal Burners...... This...... It's the same as the three oil lamps I saw just now!' The Predator Cross is working with the Charcoal Burners to brew a riot that even involves some of the monks of the Deep Valley Abbey?

"Hey, Gardner, that item that Martin asked 'Rat' Christo to smuggle into Trier through smuggling channels wouldn't be for the Charcoal Burners, would it?

"It's not far behind the stone gate just now, so the ancient silver mirror on my body didn't react?

Franka gradually strings things together.

She felt that it was necessary to report it, although it had nothing to do with the most urgent mission to find the "hostel" at the moment, but the problem seemed to be not small, and if it really broke out, it would be another disaster, and it should be stopped as much as possible.

In the next second, Franka fell into deep thought: should she report to the "Tarot Society", or report to the Witch Sect, or directly through "007" to the official?

She quickly made a decision: only children should do multiple-choice questions, and adults should do it all!

The only thing to worry about is that the "report" can't be confused.

When Lumian woke up from his dream, he sat up slowly and looked around.

There is no trace of the "magician" lady moving her hands and chasing Gabriel to lock the "hostel".

"Lady Magician's didn't notice that Gabriel had used a dream to remind me to flee Trier? No way, this lady can come and go in my dreams at will when she is in the village of Cordu, and she is the nemesis of that special monster, and Bouval's corpse has not attacked, and it is in an untouchable state, and she has dragged it away......" Lumian rolled out of bed in confusion, pacing back and forth in the room with the curtains drawn.

He also didn't think that the "magician" lady was not looking at this side, she should be able to observe from a long distance, and there was no need to rush to the vicinity of the breeze ballroom.

The insight brought by the "conspirator" made Lumian feel a little strange about the dream just now:

Being able to hide from the "magician" lady and communicate with herself shows that Gabriel or the "hostel" is special!

Considering that he was only Sequence 6, and that he did not know or qualify for a lot of occult knowledge, Lumian did not waste time speculating on his own, sat down at his desk, took out a pen and paper, and brushed up the letter.

Because of the "doll" messenger's preference, he returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel to send the letter, and waited patiently for a reply.

It didn't take long for the "magician" lady to give the answer: "I didn't find Gabriel affecting your dreams.

"The initial possibility is: "You have some kind of close connection to the 'hostel.'"

Do I have some kind of close connection with the hostel? Seeing the end, Lumian's forehead jumped, and he felt like someone had poured a basin of ice water on his head.

How can it be?

When did I get in touch with the hostel?

It was with this connection that Gabriel was able to hide from the "magician" lady's gaze and directly affect my dreams?

Lumian felt that the speculation of the "magician" lady was ridiculous, and he couldn't help but analyze the possibility.

Thinking about it, he suddenly remembered a person: Maipu. Mayer!

Susanna. Matisse's lover, a core member of the "Lucky Society" who was ostracized, and a former manager of the old pigeon cage theater who claimed to be returning to the market area to do something!

"It's Maipu. What did Meyer secretly do in the market area that led to my close connection with the 'hostel'?

"He wants to prove himself, and I must be one of the goals..... so that I can establish a close connection with the 'hostel', and then detonate it at a critical moment, is it his plan?

"How the hell did he do it, I had a close connection with the 'hostel' without even noticing it......." Lumian subconsciously turned his gaze to his left chest.

He suspected that this matter was aided by the traitor Temmibolos.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Lumian was surprised and stunned, not only did he not panic, but he felt a little joyful:

I wonder if I can use my close connection with the "hostel" to find that place......

When the time comes, I'll be able to meet the Sanssons and bring a number of big Arcana cards......

As soon as Lumian had crossed his mind and was about to write to ask the "magician" lady, he heard two very light footsteps approaching his room.

Knock knock, 207's door was knocked softly.

Lumian opened the door and was surprised to see Franca and Jana.

One of them was wearing a fancy lady's shirt, and the other was dressed as a female mercenary, and their expressions were quite solemn.

"We have important takeaways." Franka felt the need to communicate with Lumian before writing a report.

Do you have important takeaways as well? Lumien was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed to the ceiling: "Call Anthony too."

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, in room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Franka and Jana finished telling their experiences respectively, but the details of the Witch Sect and Will were hidden.

Lumian's brow furrowed when he heard this: some of the monks of the Deep Valley Monastery are suspected to be related to the "hostel" and the impending disaster?

That's an important monastery of the Church of the God of Steam and Machines!

Thinking of the Sacred Heart Monastery of the Church of the "Eternal Sun", it also seemed that something was wrong, and Lumian couldn't help but raise his hand and rub the corners of his forehead: Are the two churches not so reliable?

Can this Trier be saved, is there a future?