Chapter 464 A World in a Painting?
Lumian closed the door behind him and smiled.
âYouâre quite energetic. Youâre not crying from fear.â
Jenna cautiously looked out the window, confirming that the faintly glowing figures had long disappeared.
Suppressing her urge to argue with Lumian, she wasted no time and asked, âHow did you get in here too?â
As she spoke, she reminded herself, As an adult woman with rich life experiences and many setbacks, I shouldnât argue with such an immature minor at such a critical moment!
Lumianâs gaze moved over to Franca, who was sipping red wine by the window. He settled onto the divan and leaned back comfortably.
âFirst, tell me how you got in.â
To be honest, he didnât know why he had suddenly arrived in this strange place resembling Hostel.
Jenna remained standing by the coffee table, ready to assume a dummy appearance at any moment.
She then recounted how she had received a dream revelation, came underground to deliver the mission item, and acquired a lucky gold coin.
Lumian listened attentively without interruption. Finally, he chuckled.
âNow, I can answer your question.
âI was sent here by Mr. Fool to save you.â
He roughly understood why he had appeared in Room 207 of the fake Auberge du Coq Doré after waking up.
âDid Mr. Fool really send you? I donât even know Hisâhis full honorific name. Did my prayer succeed with just the lucky gold coin?â Jenna had her suspicions, but she still found it unbelievable.
âOf course itâs true,â Lumian replied sincerely.
What puzzled him was something else.
Why did Mr. Fool send him and not Madam Magician?
If it were Madam Magician who had been pulled into the Hostel, the problem would have been easily resolved!
Iâm afraid thereâs another reason I donât understand⊠Lumian pondered for a moment and focused on Jennaâs description of the world, then asked for confirmation, âFrom the outside, the only difference between this place and reality is Salle de Bal Brise?â
âIâve only explored a few nearby streets and less than one-fifth of Avenue du MarchĂ©,â Jenna replied cautiously to prevent Ciel from making a misjudgment.
She then continued, âAnd inside, there are many differences. For example, here, the layout of the room, large pieces of furniture, and reality are the same. The other details are somewhat different.
âI suspect, I suspectâŠâ
Lumian looked at Jenna and spoke before she could.
âA world in a painting.â
âYes, a world in a painting!â Jennaâs hazy thoughts finally became clear.
Combined with the Painter Sequence and the paints and brushes she had found from the mutated monk, she believed that it was an oil painting that only copied some of the streets in the market district and possessed supernatural powers. It was called Hostel!
Jenna was both concerned and intrigued.
Drawing a painting seemed to create a world!
Lumian teased, âIâm glad you could also come to such a realization. Itâs no easy task. This painting world isnât considered advanced. The oil painting created by an angel of the Painter pathway might truly be a world with living beings inside.â
Unlike the current one, there were many aspects with fakeness.
What was the purpose of such a relatively low-level painting?
Without waiting for Jennaâs response, Lumian instructed her, âCheck Francaâs hidden pocket and see if thereâs a classic silver mirror.â
âWhy donât you search for it yourself? You know what that mirror looks like better than I do.â Jenna suddenly chuckled. âDonât tell me youâre shy?â
Lumian said nonchalantly, âIf youâre not here, Iâll search for it on my own. But since I can instruct you, why should I tire myself out?â
Jenna gritted her teeth and wasted no time. She walked to the window and rummaged through the fake Francaâs various pockets.
She quickly came to a conclusion.
âThere are no ancient mirrors. Many of the hidden pockets werenât depicted.â
Lumian nodded slowly and inwardly crossed out Plan 7.
He turned to Jenna and said, âTry Magic Mirror Divination and see if it works.â
Jenna, experienced, knew that Lumian wanted to use this opportunity to confirm if the world in the painting was connected to the spirit world and determine if his âteleportationâ could succeed or help them leave. Therefore, she took out a makeup mirror from her hidden pocket and prayed to one of the safer targets Franca had provided.
Before long, the preparations for Magic Mirror Divination were completed. The palm-sized mirror turned gray, but there was no aqueous light.
With a subtle nod, Lumian replied, âItâs likely that thereâs a fake spirit world here. If you activate Spirit Vision, you might be able to see a few remnant souls, but this isnât connected to the real spirit world, so you canât find the entity youâre trying to inquire about.â
In other words, he could âteleportâ within the world within the painting, but he couldnât leave it.
Lumian reached into his pocket, retrieved Mr. Kâs finger, and flicked it in front of his eyes.
There was no reaction, nor was there any change.
âWhatâs this?â Jenna was taken aback.
Ciel actually carried a blood-stained human finger with him!
âItâs a mystical item. It canât contact the outside world,â Lumian explained patronizingly.
Simultaneously, he sighed inwardly.
Mr. Kâs finger seemed impressive, but it could never be used to its full effect.
Most of the time, Lumian had no use for it. When he needed it, the environment was often special, preventing him from using its connection to the true form to summon Mr. K.
Jenna didnât press further. She pursed her lips and said, âSo, what should we do next?â
She couldnât think of any other way to leave this place. She could only consider starting with the black hole in Salle de Bal Brise, the edge of the painting world, and the situation with the two fake cathedrals.
Lumian chuckled.
âNo need to rush. I still have eight plans left.
âBut before we try them, we need to make a trip to Avenue du MarchĂ© and observe the black hole at Salle de Bal Brise up close.â
âAre you planning to leave from there?â Jenna asked with a frown.
It seemed perilous.
Lumian stood up and walked towards Apartment 601âs door. âIt is my last resort, but itâs also a necessary preparation. I donât want to try the other methods and fail, only to be discovered by the pixies and blocked by the tenants of the Hostel. When that happens, I wonât even be able to approach Salle de Bal Brise even if I want to risk it.â
Jenna looked out of the window again, only to see that the Sun was setting in the west, and the pixiesâ servants had yet to return.
Only then did she quickly follow Lumian down the stairs.
On the way, she inquired, âWhy did those heretics create such a painting world to hide the Hostelâs residents?â
Lumian pondered for a moment and replied thoughtfully, âI believe this is a secondary purpose. Overall, it seems more like a ritual.
âThink about it. This place resembles a phony market district. The Salle de Bal Brise should be the only place left without any correspondence. And Iâve already told you that beneath the Salle de Bal Brise are old bones from the Fourth Epoch. Itâs connected to the secret of Ă©glise Saint-Robertâs old cemetery. Itâs definitely not a coincidence that the world in the painting left it blank.â
âI also think thatâs the key to the problem.â Jenna instinctively wanted to prove that she wasnât stupid by having a similar guess.
As Lumian descended, he pondered and said, âWhen the abnormality truly occurs, will such a painting world temporarily replace some streets in the real market district? Will only Salle de Bal Brise remain intact?
âWho and what is this to confuseâŠ
âIn mysticism, this represents the application of the Law of Similarity. When the similarity reaches a certain level, acts on the counterfeits can be reflected in realityâŠ
âCould they be using this method to unravel Salle de Bal Briseâs underground secrets and uncover the old bones of the Fourth Epoch?
âNo, itâs probably not just for the old bones⊠Are they trying to open the entrance to Fourth Epoch Trier?
âBut itâs not that simple. The entire sealing system hasnât been destroyed or weakenedâŠâ
Lumian gradually formed an idea, sensing that he was getting closer to the key plan of this disaster.
If he could ultimately grasp the truth, it would be an excellent performance for a Conspirerâs observational abilities.
Jenna nodded slightly, agreeing with Lumianâs guess.
As they conversed about the fake 3 Rue des Blouses Blanches, their gazes suddenly froze.
On the road diagonally opposite, a woman in a loose strapped white dress was staring at them!
The woman had a beautiful face, her slightly curly black hair cascading messily over her shoulders. Her blue eyes were rather vacant, and her entire person appeared detached yet real.
Lumian and Jenna had encountered similar auras and feelings in another person.
It was the human model, Séraphine, Room 12 of the Hostel!
Is this another room in the Hostelâanother human model? Why is she here? Itâs as if sheâs waiting for Jenna and me. Lumian tensed up and instinctively reached out with his right hand to grab Jennaâs shoulder.
Simultaneously, the beautiful womanâs voice drifted with a smile.
âFate predestined us to meet.
âConvergence always happens inadvertently.â