Chapter 2148 Feng and Oil Painting

Inside the Shell World, Saint Isa Kingdom.

A group of girls wearing Lutheran Church uniforms strolled in the sun, laughing and talking about the news of the recent Holy Election.

"By the way, I heard that the Pope attaches great importance to this Holy Election and will come to the scene in person."

"This is not surprising. The Pope will also come to the Holy Election in previous years? After all, this is an event to select a saint."

"But in the past, the Pope would only appear at the end. This time, he came out at the beginning of the Holy Election, which is the first time in history."

"Indeed, the Pope has always been busy. I heard last month that the Pope received an oracle to go to the Yidia Mine to prevent the disaster from coming. Yesterday, I learned from the church newspaper that the Pope was going to order someone to lead a team to the heretical Mechanical Kingdom to spread the gospel."

"Under the leadership of such a kind-hearted Pope, the Holy Church will flourish... I am now looking forward to the Holy Election."

While the "candidate saints" were chattering, a blonde woman carrying painting tools suddenly stopped.

"Sister Feng, what's wrong with you?" The girl who was holding hands with the blonde asked in confusion.

The blonde woman called 'Sister Feng' smiled and said, "Nothing, I suddenly remembered that I have several pigments that are particularly suitable for mixing the Holy Star Blue, but I didn't bring them out. I'll go back and get them now."

The girl looked at the other 'candidate saints', then looked at Sister Feng, hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying, "Okay, let's go to the Yidu Church and wait for you first."

They gathered together today just to let Sister Feng paint the most beautiful holy painting, which will be presented to the bishop at that time. Therefore, even if it is the details of the pigment, they hope to get the best.

Painter Feng nodded: "Okay, I'll be back soon."

After that, Painter Feng turned around and walked towards the street where she lived, carrying the painting tools that were about half the size of her body.

However, what the girls didn't know was that although she was walking towards her residence, she suddenly disappeared after a street, turned into a gust of wind, and came to a lake in the suburbs in an instant.

When Feng Huashi saw an island in the middle of the lake, his eyes lit up and he flew to the island.

When he arrived at the island, Feng Huashi shook his head and sighed: "After coming to Lutheran Church, the feeling of being explored has become stronger and stronger, and there is no time to relax... Fortunately, the mysterious object cannot bypass the water."

Only in a place surrounded by water can she feel relaxed physically and mentally.

After taking a breath on the island in the middle of the lake, she waved her hand gently, and an oil painting hidden deep in the space appeared in front of her.

This oil painting is a bust of a woman.

This woman is extremely beautiful, not only from the appearance, but even from the paper, you can feel her bones and her inner meaning, which are flawless.

Even if this painting is painted by herself, Feng Huashi still feels excited every time she sees it.

After admiring the painting for a while, Feng Huashi reached out and touched the picture of the oil painting. Strangely, her fingers did not touch the paper, but reached into the painting and set off circles of ripples in the space.

After a while, a lazy and hoarse voice sounded from the painting: "My dear Feng, do you know what you are doing?"

"You are destroying art, you are disturbing me from painting! Even if you are my best friend, you need to pay the price for your recklessness."

After a silence, Feng said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I just have some news that I want to tell you in a hurry, and I didn't notice that my dear Ms. Rowling was painting. I will pay the price for my mistake, um... a box of star color paint?"

"Two boxes."

Feng was silent for a moment, and nodded with some pain: "Okay, two boxes. But when Ms. Rowling finishes painting, I hope to see your paintings."

"That's natural. After all, you are the most famous painter in the pan-plane, Mirafael Feng."

After the voice fell, the lady in the oil painting walked out of the painting as if alive.

After she stood still, she first looked at the surrounding environment, the forest, the lake, and the ancient city wall vaguely seen in the distance

"I remember that a year ago, you were still in the Heart Kingdom of the Shell World for that mysterious object. This is obviously not the Heart Kingdom..." The elegant Ms. Rowling said, looking back at her close friend Feng behind her.

"Huh?" Ms. Rowling was stunned for a moment when she saw Feng, and then she laughed.

"I never thought that the famous magic painting wizard actually had a hobby of wearing women's clothes." Rowling covered her mouth and chuckled.

"I can't help it. This is the Lutheran Church of the Kingdom of Saint Isa, and only women are allowed to enter. I came here for a mysterious object." Feng sighed helplessly, "I had no choice."

Rowling raised her eyebrows: "I can feel that you don't reject it at all. It seems that you have gained a lot from this image~"

Feng coughed twice: "No, no."

Rowling didn't believe it. As the former queen of the Central Empire, even if she has become a soul now, her ability to judge people has not declined. Feng, must have done something shameful by wearing women's clothes.

Feng felt a chill on his back when he was looked at by Luo Lin. In order to avoid her weird look, he quickly changed the subject and said, "I called you out this time because my spiritual sense told me that the inscription space I left in Xinghu Castle was triggered."

Luo Lin paused for a long while, then lowered her head and sighed softly, "Xinghu Castle... It's such a distant and familiar name."

After sighing, Rowling looked at Feng: "The inscription space was touched, which means my descendants entered it?"

Feng nodded: "Yes, the spirituality you left behind was also triggered."

"So, that person should also have a near-spiritual body." Rowling's eyes were filled with a trace of reexamination: "That's my blood descendant, it makes people inexplicably excited just thinking about it. I really hope to meet him soon."

Feng: "If you want to meet him, at least he has to become a gifted person."

Rowling: "Didn't you leave the witch soup that increases the value of spiritual power? If he can't embark on the extraordinary path after drinking the witch soup, then he has no right to see me."

After Rowling finished speaking, half of her body went into the oil painting again: "You don't have to care about my blood descendant anymore, unless one day he really finds me, then call me."

After speaking, Rowling disappeared into the oil painting.

Feng shrugged and whispered, "You were the one who told me to tell you as soon as I had any news about the Inscription Space. Now you look like you don't care."

"I haven't returned to the painting yet..." Rowling's voice came faintly from the girl in the painting.

Feng quickly shut up.

After a long while, Feng confirmed that Rowling had returned to the depths of the world in the painting, and then he let out a long breath.

He no longer talked about the Inscription Space, but looked at the end of the sky, with some emotion in his eyes: "When I mention the Inscription Space, it reminds me of the Old Earth Continent not far from the Revelation Continent..."

"Should I recycle the things placed there? Renekton has wanted it for a long time... Forget it, this is the fate set by the Book of Kells."

"However, the key is in the hands of Odkras, and the thing is placed there, and the entrance is still a secret little door. Can anyone really get the key and find the location?" Feng was a little unconvinced, but the Book of Kells, as the top mysterious object, should not be wrong.

"No matter what, if someone really gets that thing and can use it, it will surely shine with endless brilliance."

"I will meet you eventually."

After saying that, Feng lifted the golden hair hanging by his ears.

"It's time to go back."

...

On the other side, the gondola left the Star Lake Castle and set sail again.

"Why don't you stay?" Angel looked at the little Sam opposite: "Star Lake Castle should be a good place for you at the moment."

"The castle is good, but I don't see any hope here." When the little Sam said this, he secretly glanced at Angel.

Then, secretly glanced at it for the second time...the third time.

In the end, the little Sam was no longer secretly looking at it, but staring at Angel openly, with a look full of "I have something to say, ask me, ask me!"

Angel was silent for a moment, but still did what the child wanted: "What do you want to say?"

Little Sam's eyes lit up immediately: "Mr. Pat, I saw Queen Rowling say before that at several specific points in Fan Continent, I can wait for the extraordinary people who have accepted the guidance mission, and they will take me into the wizard organization. Is it true?"

"Yes." Angel briefly explained the significance of the guidance mission for each wizard organization. At the same time, it also shows that some wizard organizations will not guide the gifted in a peaceful way. If they encounter a black wizard, they will have a "nine-chamber blood battle" or something, and they can only admit defeat.

Little Sam: "Then, can I join the wizard organization where Mr. Pat is? Where can I find the guide of Mr. Pat's organization?"

Angel looked at Little Sam's expectant eyes and pondered: "I don't know about this either. I didn't accept the guidance mission, but I can ask for you."

Little Sam couldn't hide his excitement: "That's great!"

Angel didn't say anything else, leaving Little Sam excited. He said he was going to ask, but in fact, he had already had the idea of ​​guiding little Sam into the Savage Cave.

The reason why he didn't make a promise immediately was simply because he hadn't measured his mental strength yet. If he was not qualified even after drinking the witch soup, then there was no need for him to introduce him.

Soon, the gondola left the mountains and headed towards Saint Sam City... the nearby Bolai Town.

He said he came to Saint Sam City this time just because Saint Sam City was the benchmark of the Central Empire. In fact, his destination was the orphanage in Bolai Town, where he would meet Frode.

In less than two minutes, they arrived at Bolai Town.

Angel released an illusion to cover the gondola's traces and landed in a small alley.

After a while, Angel and little Sam walked out of the alley.

Arriving in Bolai Town again, Angel was still impressed by the literary and artistic atmosphere here. Even though it was still early in the morning, he could still see the painters who had gotten up early, painting the sunrise on the river bank; people who were practicing their voices on the rooftops, singing beautiful wake-up calls; and people who had enjoyed a night of singing, passing by them with satisfied smiles.

This place is always filled with an artistic atmosphere.

This is just a small town near Saint Syme. When you really arrive in Saint Syme, you can feel what a gorgeous flower art blooms here.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, little Sam looked at this strange yet familiar scene, and felt a little indescribable homesickness.

"Let's go." Angel patted little Sam's shoulder.

Little Sam nodded, followed Angel, and walked into the town under the morning light.

"Mr. Pat, where are we going now?" Little Sam followed Angel step by step, asking with some confusion.

"Take you to dinner."

Since little Sam's talent is to be tested, his physical condition must be at its best. Otherwise, using a weak body to test the mental power value, the value may not be wrong, but little Sam will definitely not be able to bear the physical feedback caused by rash use of mental power.

After eating, Angel took little Sam to Thyssen Lane.

Thyssen Alley is still as gloomy as ever. When little Sam walks here, he seems to have returned to the dark wind when he encountered the undead before.

At the end of Thyssen Lane is a dilapidated "Dream Orphanage" with the prefix missing.

"This is it. You can call it Dream Orphanage, or... Nightmare Orphanage."

…

Angel took little Sam through the temporarily closed "Dead by Daylight" fantasy world and came all the way to the interior of the dilapidated orphanage.

I saw Froud who had been waiting for a long time.

In reality, Froud's figure was very solid, with no soul visible at all. At first, little Sam even thought it was a person.

It wasn't until Flood passed through the wall without any obstacles that Little Sam realized something was wrong.

Froude looked at little Sam, whose eyes were full of surprise, and looked at Angel curiously: "My lord, who is he?"

"I met him halfway. He has some special talents." Angel was naturally embarrassed to say that he was lost, so he said vaguely: "He didn't sleep all night. You take him to the room to rest first, and I will bring him back later." I’ll tell you the situation.”

Froude nodded and looked at little Sam, with a hint of intimacy in his eyes that he had not even noticed: "Follow me."

After Froude and Little Sam left, Angel closed his eyes and went to the Wilderness of Dreams.

The location where he entered the Wilderness of Dreams was on the top floor of the Treehouse Bar. He found a seat at random, and Angel took out a transparent glass plate and logged into the Mother Tree Network.

Soon, he found the message left for him among the trees.

"My dear brother, although I can't return to the Old Continent with you, my heart is with you. This is my first time using the tree group, and I don't know if you can receive my message. If not, If so, Flood will tell you."

"By the way, I saw a guide to the meaning of fragrance in the Shuqun Forum, written by Ms. Liana. Is it the witch I thought about? If so, does this mean that the Wilderness of Dreams has begun to expand on a small scale? Is it open?"

This is a message from his brother Leon to him.

Angel thought for a while and told Leon about the Dream Wilderness Club being open to a small group at the tea party.

Leon was not in the Wilderness of Dreams and could not get a reply within a short period of time, so Angel stood up and walked towards the door.