As Wren pondered, the white scales made a new move, circling a few times around the magical protection of the Victor portrait, and then squeezed hard into the middle like a snake strangled its prey.

Without any sound, the defensive magic instantly dissipated into specks of light, and the white scales fell on the painting, no longer moving.

Seeing that the protection was lifted, Wren reached out and took the painting out of the shelf.

The moment he touched the frame, an irresistible force sucked him in.

When he saw the scene in front of him again, Wren had already arrived in a rather classical study.

"Here it is...... The study in the painting! ”

Wren soon realized where he was, and not far in front of him was a chair with his back to him, two arms resting on the armrest, and on the opposite wall was a moving portrait of the woman.

The only difference from the painting seen outside is that the arms exposed on either side of the chair are not the hands of a man in a wide robe, but clearly a pair of women's arms.

"Miss Alexia?"

Wren shouted, but there was no response.

He stepped forward, walked around to the chair, and said again, "Ya......"

Halfway through the reading of the name, it stopped abruptly, and what he saw made Wren take a few steps back.

Alexia slumped in her chair, her eyes wide open, and her whole face seemed to have lost its color.

"How so!"

Frightened, Wren stepped forward again and shook Alexia: "Hey, don't scare me with jokes!" ”

However, no matter how he shouted, the other party did not react, and the uneasiness in Wren's heart became stronger and stronger. And as he got closer, Alexia's condition became clearer and clearer in his eyes, her face was pale and cold, and she didn't breathe at all.

Wren came to that bad conclusion in his heart.

He shook Alexia again, hoping that the other party was really joking.

Unfortunately, there was still no response, and Alexia's head fell to the side because of his shake, and Wren saw two small holes in her neck.

"Vampire ?!!" Wren snapped into the creature, but soon realized that maybe something else might be the case.

"Snakes? Didn't Alexia prepare the white scales that led me here? ”

Thinking of this possibility, Wren stood up and looked around warily.

The tension lasted for several minutes, and Wren did not dare to be careless, everything in the room was extremely strange in his eyes.

After another ten minutes, he relaxed his guard slightly due to mental exhaustion, and began to think about how to escape.

"Calm down!" Wren cheered himself up: "I have experienced two teleportations, first to the warehouse, and then to the painting, and what I see now is probably just an illusion, not real at all." I want to calm down! ”

Not seeing any danger for the time being, Wren decided to take a good look at Alexia's condition first.

He crouched down again, first examining the two small holes in his neck.

"If it's a snake, why would it suck blood? Could it be that I'm thinking too much, really a vampire? However, with Alexia's strength, how could she be killed by something like a vampire. ”

If there were still vampires in this world who could defeat Alexia, the world would have been in chaos a long time ago.

"Or am I mistaken, that white scale is not a snake scale, but something else? Could it be Endel who did it? ”

Wren thought of another possibility, and during the phone call with Enid, he was told that Ander had a terrifying secret hidden in him, and that he would use a strange curse.

Perhaps in order to kill him, he killed Alexia, after all, the other party said that he would give Wren a reason to kill him.

But Wren can't be sure, first, Alexia is not so easy to kill, and second, if it was really Andre who killed him, he should have left clues at the scene that he did it......

The wound was found to be nothing, and after saying offended, Wren rummaged through Alexia's clothes again, and found nothing either.

Wren sighed, stood up, and looked at the study he was in. There are no doors or windows, so I can't go out now.

As a great magician and an artist, Golan naturally has a rich collection of books at home. Wren heard that some traditional mages in the past would build two study rooms in their homes, one of which should be called a private library to be precise, and the collection of books in it could even reach tens of thousands. The other study room is a place where you usually study or entertain guests, and a little book will be placed on it, which looks elegant.

Golan's study belongs to the second type, but there are also six large bookshelves, and a rough estimate is that there are probably nearly seven or eight hundred books, where to start?

Wren looked at the nearest desk, and if there were any clues, he didn't have to dig through the shelves.

Unfortunately, it backfired, and he couldn't find anything useful on his desk.

Wren looked helplessly at a few bookshelves: flip through it......

There are so many books, Wren naturally can't look at them one by one, he can only take a cursory glance at the name of the book and the title page to see if it is more special, and then shake the book upside down a few times, trying to find something.

Basically, it takes a few seconds to check a book, Rao is like this, when he is almost finished checking all the books, he is already dizzy, and he doesn't know how long it has been.

Removing the last book from the shelf, and checking it as it was, still finding nothing, Wren threw the book out and poured it on the floor.

"Do you really want me to finish all the books......

Just when Wren was sighing with a headache, the book on the ground suddenly moved, and Wren's ears were full of the sound of tearing paper, and he quickly stood up and stood aside.

I saw that the books on the ground shook slightly, and there was a constant sound of "Blala, Blaha", as if some villain was hiding in the book, tearing the pages.

Not long after, pieces of paper the size of ants came out of the cracks in the books on the ground, and were gradually gathered together by the invisible magical force, and finally, the gaps between the shredded pieces disappeared, and a complete piece of paper appeared in front of Wren.

That's the clue Alexia left behind!

Wren cautiously picked up the paper on the ground and looked at its contents.

"I'm supposed to be really dead, little one."

The first sentence made Wren stunned, and he looked at the figure lying on the chair again.

"For your safety, I can't tell you who killed me."

"No one is its opponent."

"When I realized it was coming for me, I hid myself in this painting and left that scale on the outside, trying to confuse it into thinking that the warehouse outside was just a ploy by me to mislead it."

"But I was found by it anyway."

"Expected death, so I still have a chance to leave you this letter, an extremely intelligent existence, instinctively looking down on these mortal books, this gave me a chance."

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask, and I can probably say half the book when I answer them, but I can't say much, some because I can't, and because no matter how much I study this spell, I must make sure that it can't exceed a certain threshold, otherwise it will be detected."

"Little one, there are only two things I can tell you, you must remember them clearly."

"First, there are few normal people at the top of Brika."

"Second, after killing Ander, hurry up and get out of Brica, it's still here."

"That's all I have to say, oh, forget, in fact, your recommendation for admission to Reisburg was not written by Andel but by me, do you remember what it said? So I'm sure you'll know what you're going to do. ”

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