Circle of Inevitability Chapter 456 - Chapter 456 The Charlatan’s Instructions

Chapter 456 The Charlatans Instructions

Perplexed, she inquired, This isnt verl dor?

The boy chuckled and explained, This is a gold pound, more valuable than Louis dor.

Youre not from Intis? Jenna was taken aback, but she didnt think there was a problem.

The boys appearance did differ somewhat from the locals.

Im Loenese, the boy with neatly combed, light-yellow hair replied honestly.

Jenna chose not to dig deeper, understanding that whether the coin was a gold pound or Louis dor didnt affect its practical worth.

Based on their previous encounter, she trusted the boys ability to bring good luck.

She looked at him, awaiting his next words.

The boy returned the lucky gold coin to his pocket, showing no intention of prepayment.

Instead, he pointed at the ground and said, At ten tonight, enter Underground Trier from the entrance here. Proceed as far as you can, following any available path, until you reach an underground river.

Find a hiding spot nearby and wait for the first person to pass by. Take all their belongings.

Before completing this matter, you cant tell anyone what you want to do or where you plan to go.

Go underground purely based on intuition and rely on luck to find prey? Jenna found the boys instructions rather reminiscent of Ciels charlatan temperament.

As for how to acquire the persons belongings, there seemed to be only one solution: through combat; she was to subdue the other party!

Jenna knew the boy was likely a formidable Beyonder aligned with her cause, and without hesitation, she agreed, Got it.

The boy smiled.

When you obtain those items and hand them over to me, Ill pay you the lucky gold coin as a reward.

How should I address you? And where should I find you when the time comes? Jenna, aware that he wasnt an ordinary boy, couldnt help but speak in a respectful tone.

The boy mumbled, You can call me Will. Talking to me like that makes me sound like an adult. Im just in elementary school!

When the time comes, youll naturally encounter me.

Is he one of those born Beyonders mentioned at the mysticism gatherings? Hes indeed young, but his abilities are outstanding? Jenna made a connection and followed his instructions. She replied with a smile, Alright, Will.

Will waved her off and said, You may leave.

But Im planning to have lunch at the cafe diagonally behind you... Jenna muttered and changed direction to head back to Rue des Blouses Blanches for food.

However, after walking for more than ten meters, her curiosity got the best of her, and she turned to glance at the iron-black gas street lamp pole.

The strange boy, Will, had vanished from his spot.

Jenna took a closer look and realized that he had entered the nearby cafe and was now seated at a booth by the window, where an attendant had just brought him a cup with three scoops of ice cream.

Hes truly just a child... Jenna mused, her curiosity satisfied as she continued on her way.

In the financial district, within the Trier Arts Center,

Lumian took out the brown Mystery Prying Glasses once again after having surmised something.

With no hesitation or fear, he donned the mystical item.

The exhibition hall had been his main focus, with the washroom separated by a long corridor.

Amidst the familiar dizziness, the oil painting in front of Lumian underwent a peculiar transformation.

The faces adorning the naked womans body turned to look at him.

Simultaneously, Lumian sensed the presence of a creature on the rooftop, where the overlapping sky was, staring at him from a distance. It appeared to be trying to navigate the obstacles and approach him rapidly.

As the blurry face of the woman in the oil painting gradually clarified, her true identity became apparent: brown eyes darting, brown hair cascading, a plump, smooth-skinned face, and an air of detachment...

Lumian recognized her. She was none other than Miss Seraphine, the former tenant of Auberge du Coq Dore, the human model, and the lover playwright Gabriel had been searching for!

As Seraphines face became clearer, Lumians surroundings darkened, as if faces were on the verge of emerging from the painting or the void.

Quickly, he removed the Mystery Prying Glasses from his nose bridge, and all the anomalies vanished in an instant, leaving only the sensation of raised hair on his skin.

As expected, the human model for this oil painting is Seraphine...

Although Gabriel is an ordinary person and doesnt possess the Mystery Prying Glasses, he once slept with Seraphine and knows her physical characteristics. That must have been how he noticed traces of his lover when he entered and exited the washroom...

Could it be that Seraphine possesses multiple faces on her body, appearing both painted and alive, just like this oil painting?

Wasnt Gabriel afraid back then?

After discovering the oil painting with Seraphine as the model here, he encountered that normally difficult-to-see creature when he returned?

The timing matches upthe water glass on his desk was more than a day old, and he visited the art exhibition two days ago... Something must have transpired late at night.

After being attacked and possibly corrupted, why did he remain in the apartment until my visit?

As Lumians thoughts raced, he turned his attention to the oil paintings signatureClaude Pierre August.

The painter was not widely recognized; otherwise, his artwork would not have been hung along the corridor to the washroom. Furthermore, his work was perhaps added for the Future Impressions exhibition.

Likewise, he believed that since something had happened to Gabriel, Pierre might have gone missing. He had even gone to the Hostel when Seraphine moved out of Auberge du Coq Dore.

Regardless, I should inform Madam Magician. What if there are any clues left behind? Otherwise, they wouldnt have dealt with an ordinary person like Gabriel. Lumian had no intention of pursuing Claude Pierre August himself. This was because it would take a lot of time to gather information about the other party through various channels. And with the targets name and identity, an astromancy master like Madam Magician should be able to quickly lock onto the painters residence.

In addition, Gabriel had been attacked late at night after learning about Claude, the painter. Lumians current information was only a fraction of his own.

Lumian gazed at the oil painting, his lips curling into a smile.

Will I be attacked?

Im looking forward to it.

Around 9 p.m., at 3 Rue des Blouses Blanches, Apartment 601, Franca, recalling the Demoness Sects mission, suspected the Iron and Blood Cross Order would soon make a significant move, and her plan was to visit Gardner Martin while digesting the Pleasure potion along the way.

Rather than her usual method of knocking on the door and entering, Franca decided to take a more covert approach.

She intended to hide around 11 Rue des Fontaines, in the garden, or on the lawn, observing discreetly before finding Gardner Martin.

Recognizing Gardners Sequence and abilities, she returned to her bedroom and retrieved a palm-sized Primordial Demoness statue, which she concealed in a pocket.

This would enhance her ability to remain hidden and reduce the chances of Beyonder powers detecting her.

Im heading to Gardners. Franca waved at Jenna, opened the door, and left Apartment 601.

Jenna acknowledged and breathed a sigh of relief.

She was about to leave and was a little nervous.

Franca arrived at Rue des Fontaines via a rental carriage but chose not to have the driver stop at Building 11 as usual. Instead, she disembarked from a distance and swiftly disappeared into the shadows, stealthily making her way to Gardner Martins residence.

Her familiarity with the surroundings allowed her to find a gap in the guards patrol, and she nimbly scaled a side wall to silently descend into the garden.

Franca didnt attempt to infiltrate the building directly. Instead, she followed the shadows, circling to the edge of the front lawn. Next to a gas street lamp, she observed the grayish-white three-story villa, still illuminated.

As time passed, Franca remained vigilant, focused on observing the figures appearing at the windows and their activities.

Suddenly, the main door of the villa swung open, and butler Faustino emerged, accompanied by a figure cloaked in black.

The black-cloaked individual was of average height, standing at around 1.75 meters. Their entire form was concealed, making it impossible to discern their appearance or physical attributes.

Who could it be? Gardner Martins partner, or a key member of the Iron and Blood Cross Order in charge of other regions? Franca wondered.

As the black-cloaked figure exited the iron fence while butler Faustino retreated into the villa, Franca hesitated for only a moment before making a decision.

She realized that unless she ventured inside Gardner Martins residence thoroughly, she wouldnt obtain valuable information. Her earlier exploration had been open and yielded little. The cloaked individual might provide her with fresh leads leading to unexpected gains.

Franca, who was invisible, touched the Primordial Demoness statue in her hidden pocket and grew confident.

She circled around the lawns edge and scaled the iron fence, stealthily trailing the mysterious figure in the black cloak.

At 10 p.m., Jenna embarked on her journey into Underground Trier, an entrance not far from Theatre de lAncienne Cage a Pigeons.

Lacking a carbide lamp, she relied on her Assassins night vision to navigate in the pitch-black environment. Jenna was determined to commit the path to memory and proceeded deeper into the underground tunnels, trusting her instincts.

As she advanced, the silence around her grew ever more profound.

Jenna exhaled slowly, alleviating the tension and fear in her heart.

Jenna deliberately moved away from the tunnels center, pressed herself against a rock wall, and continued cautiously.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the sound of running water reached her ears.

She proceeded for another seven to eight meters around a rocky outcrop, where a small river flowed slowly in the dark underground.

Jenna steadied herself, spotting a mottled stone pillar to hide behind, her form merging with the dense shadows.

She refrained from using Invisibility, recognizing her limitations as a Witchthe duration she could maintain her powers was limited, and she had no way of knowing how long it would take for the target to arrive.

In the silent underground, time seemed to stretch, and Jennas mental stress steadily built up.

At last, the reverberation of footsteps reached her ears.