Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 2147 Feng and Oil Painting
The world inside the shell, the Kingdom of Saint Isa.

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

"By the way, I heard that His Excellency the Pope attaches great importance to this holy election, and will come to the scene in person."

"It's not surprising. The Pope will also come to the previous elections? After all, this is an event to select a saint."

"But in the past, His Excellency the Pope would appear at the end. This time, the Holy Election will come out at the very beginning, which is the first time in history."

"Indeed, His Excellency the Pope has always been busy. I heard last month that His Excellency received an oracle to go to the Yidia mining area to prevent disasters from coming. Yesterday, I learned from the church newspaper that His Excellency is going to order someone to lead a team to the heresy machine kingdom. , to spread the Gospel."

"Under the leadership of such a kind and gentle Pope, the Holy Church will prosper... I am already looking forward to the Holy Election."

While all the 'candidate saints' were chatting, a blond woman carrying a painting tool suddenly stopped.

"Sister Feng, what's wrong with you?" The girl who was holding hands with the blond woman asked suspiciously.

The blond woman known as 'Sister Feng' smiled and said: "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered that I have several pigments that are especially suitable for mixing 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 saintesses', then at Sister Feng, nodded after a moment of hesitation and said, "Okay then, let's go to Yidu Church to wait for you first."

They gathered together today to let Sister Feng draw the most beautiful holy painting, which will be presented to the bishop.So, even when it comes to paint details, they want the best.

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

After all, Master Feng carried a painting tool about half the size of her body on his back, turned his head and walked towards the street where he lived.

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

When he saw an island in the middle of the lake, painter Feng's eyes lit up and he flew to the island in the middle of the lake.

When he came to the island in the middle of the lake, painter Feng shook his head and panted: "After coming to the Lutheran Church, the feeling of being probed became more and more intense, and there was no time to breathe a sigh of relief...Fortunately, that suspected mysterious thing, I can't help it. Bypass the water."

Only when she is surrounded by water does she feel at ease physically and mentally.

After she breathed a sigh of relief on the island in the middle of the lake, she waved her hand lightly, 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 outside, but even from the paper, you can feel her bones and inner essence are flawless.

Even if this painting is drawn by himself, every time Master Feng sees it, he still feels his heart pounding.

After appreciating the painting for a while, painter Feng stretched out his hand and touched the surface of the oil painting.Strangely, her fingers did not touch the paper, but penetrated into the painting, causing ripples in the space.

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

"You are destroying art, you are interrupting my painting! Even if you are my best friend, you still need to pay for your recklessness."

After a while of silence, Feng said a little awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you some news in a hurry, and I didn't notice that my dear Ms. Rowling was painting. I will pay for my mistake, um... a box Star Color Pigment?"

"Two boxes."

Feng was silent for a moment, then nodded with some pain: "Okay, two boxes. However, 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, Miraphale Feng."

After the words fell, the lady in the oil painting walked out of the painting as if she had come alive.

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

"I remember that a year ago, you were still in the kingdom of heart in the world inside the shell because of that mysterious thing. This is obviously not the kingdom of heart..." the elegant Ms. Rowling said, looking back at the Best friend Feng.

"Huh?" When Ms. Rowling saw Feng, she was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"I never thought that the famous magic painting wizard would actually have a hobby of women's clothing." Rowling covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

"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 thing." Feng sighed helplessly, "I have no other choice."

Rowling raised her eyebrows: "I can feel that you are not at all repulsive in your heart. It seems that you have benefited a lot from this image~"

Feng coughed twice: "No, no."

Rowling didn't believe it. As the former queen of the Central Empire, even though she has become a soul now, her ability to see people has not regressed.Feng, he must have done some shady things by relying on women's clothing.

Feng was chilled by Rowling's eyes. In order to avoid her eyes becoming more and more weird, he quickly changed the subject and said, "I called you out this time because my spiritual sense told me that I stayed in Star Lake Castle back then. The inscription space is touched."

Rowling's expression paused, and after a while, she lowered her head and sighed softly: "Star Lake Castle...is really a distant and familiar name."

After feeling emotional, Rowling looked at Feng: "The inscription space is touched, which means that my descendants have entered it?"

Feng nodded: "That's right, the ray of spirituality you left behind has also been triggered."

"In that case, that person should also have a near-spiritual body." Rowling had a trace of double-checking in her eyes: "That's my blood descendant, it's inexplicably exciting to think about it. I really hope to see him soon. "

Feng: "If you want to see him, at least he has to be a talented person."

Rowling: "Didn't you keep the witch soup that increases the value of mental power? If you can't walk on the extraordinary road after drinking the witch soup, then he is not qualified to come to see me."

After Rowling finished speaking, half of her figure got into the oil painting again: "You don't have to worry about my blood descendants in the future, unless, one day he really finds me, then call me again."

After speaking, Rowling disappeared into the oil painting.

Feng shrugged his shoulders and muttered in a low voice: "You were the one who called me back then, as long as there is news about the inscription space, I will tell you. Now it looks like it doesn't matter."

"I haven't returned to the painting..." Rowling's voice came faintly from the mouth of 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 let out a long breath.

He also no longer talked about the inscription space, but looked towards the end of the sky, with a slight emotion in his eyes: "When you mention the inscription space, it reminds me of the Old Earth Continent not far from the Enlightenment Continent..."

"Do you want to recycle the things placed there? Renekton has been thinking about it for a long time... Forget it, this is the fate set by the Book of Kell."

"However, the key is in the hands of Odecras, and the thing is placed there. The entrance is still a small secret door. Can anyone really get the key and find the location?" As the topmost mysterious thing, there should be nothing wrong with it.

"It doesn't matter, if someone really gets that thing and can use it, it will definitely shine with endless brilliance."

"I'll see you eventually."

After finishing speaking, Feng brushed back his blond hair hanging by his ears.

"It's time to go back."

……

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

"Why don't you stay?" Angel looked at Little Sam who was opposite him: "Star Lake Castle should be a good home for you at the moment."

"Although the castle is nice, I can't see any hope here." Little Sam said at this moment, taking a peek at Angor.

Then, sneak a second look... a third look.

In the end, little Sam no longer secretly watched, but stared at Angor openly, his whole expression was full of "I have something to say, ask me, ask me!".

Angel was silent for a moment, but still complied with the child's wishes: "What do you want to say?"

Little Sam's eyes lit up immediately: "Mr. Pat, I read Queen Rowling said that when I go to a few specific points in Fan Continent, I can wait for the superhuman who has received the guiding task, and they will take me into the wizarding organization, yes Really?"

"That's right." Angel simply explained the significance of the guiding mission to various wizarding organizations.At the same time, it also shows that some wizarding organizations do not guide talented people in a peaceful way. If they encounter a dark wizard and have a "nine-cabin blood fight" or something, they can only admit it.

Little Sam: "Then, can I join the wizarding organization that Mr. Pat belongs to? Where can I find the leader of Mr. Pat's organization?"

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

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

Angel didn't say anything more, and let little Sam get excited.He said he was going to ask, but in fact, he already had the idea of ​​guiding little Sam into the barbaric cave.

The reason why he didn't promise immediately was simply because his mental strength hadn't been measured yet.If drinking witch soup is not enough, then there is no need for him to recommend it.

Soon, the Gondola left the mountains and headed towards Bolai Town next to the city of Saint Sam.

He said this time that he came to Saint-Symme City, only because Saint-Symme City is the benchmark of the Central Empire.In fact, his destination was the orphanage in Bolai Town, where he went to meet Frode.

In barely 2 minutes, they arrived at Bolai Town.

Angel released an illusion, covered the gondola's tracks, and landed in an alley.

After a while, Angel and Little Sam came out of the alley.

Coming to Bolai Town again, Angel was still impressed by the literary and artistic atmosphere here.Even though it is still early in the morning, he can still see the painters who get up in the morning, painting the rising sun on the river bank; there are people practicing vocals on the roof, and there is a beautiful wake-up call; smiling, passing in front of them.

There is an atmosphere of art here all the time.

This is just a small town close to the city of Saint-Symme. When you really come to the city of Saint-Symme, you can feel the gorgeous flowers of literature and art blooming here.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, little Sam looked at this strange yet familiar scene, feeling a little indescribably close to home.

"Let's go." Angel patted Little Sam on the shoulder.

Little Sam nodded, followed Angor, and walked into the small town under the early morning light.

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

"Take you to dinner."

Since he was going to test his talents for Little Sam, his physical condition must naturally be at its best.Otherwise, testing the value of mental power with a weak body may not be wrong, but little Sam will definitely not be able to bear the physical feedback caused by reckless use of mental power.

After eating, Angel brought little Sam to Thyssen Lane.

Thyssen Lane is still as gloomy as ever. Little Sam walked here, as if he had returned to the gloomy 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 the Sweet Dream Orphanage, or it can be called... The Nightmare Orphanage."

……

Angel led little Sam through the temporarily closed "Death by Daylight" illusion, all the way to the inside of the dilapidated orphanage.

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

In reality, Frode's figure is very solid, and he can't see the appearance of a soul at all.At first, little Sam even thought it was a person.

It wasn't until Floyd passed through the wall without hindrance that little Sam realized something was wrong.

Frode looked at Little Sam, who was full of suspicion, and looked at Angor curiously: "My lord, is he?"

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

Frode nodded and looked at little Sam, with a hint of intimacy in his eyes that he hadn't noticed: "Come with me."

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

He entered the Wilderness of Dreams on the top floor of the tree house bar. He found a place at random. Angel took out a transparent glass plate and logged into the Mother Tree network.

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

"My dear brother, although I can't return to the Old Land with you, my heart is with you. This is the first time I use the tree group, and I don't know if you can receive my message, but if you can't If so, Frode will tell you too."

"By the way, I saw a guide to the meaning of fragrance in the tree group forum. The author is Ms. Liana. Is it the lady witch I thought? If so, does this mean that the Wilderness of Dreams has begun to reduce its scope? open?"

This is a message from his brother Leon.

Angel thought for a while, and told Leon about the opening of the Wilderness of Dreams on a small scale at the tea party.

Leon was not in the Wilderness of Dreams, and there was no reply within a short time, so Angel stood up and walked towards the door.

(End of this chapter)