Oil Painting (Congratulations to the League Leader for Quitting LoL!)

"Mary, clean the bathroom."

Sulu slowly walked down the stairs and said to the maid.

"Yes, sir!"

Mary carried the bucket and rag upstairs, when a gasp rang out. "My Goddess..."

She seemed to have more to say, but she lowered her voice.

"Harlock, watch the house!"

Sulu smiled and said to Harlock.

The Erha raised its head and stared at him with a puzzled expression. It sniffed the air, then lazily lowered its head again.

"As for you... Margaret!"

Sulu called over his female tenant, "You're free..."

He handed several handwritten copies to Margaret: "These are occult knowledge left by your grandfather... just copies, the originals are at the police station."

"Thank you... thank you."

Margaret was a little puzzled, but happily accepted it. "Thank you for the Lori Festival gift!"

Oh no! I forgot to buy my husband a gift.

The girl glanced at Sulu, her expression somewhat apprehensive.

"No need to be polite... You may leave now. If you encounter any of those Great Serpent followers you mentioned, please convey my greetings!"

Sulu felt she needed to take the initiative.

After doing all this, he returned to his bedroom, and suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Immediately, his body gradually became ethereal and vanished into nothingness.

"Well done!"

The real Sulu emerged from the wardrobe, watching the Shadow Clone vanish.

Now, within his control, the Shadow Clone can perfectly execute all his thoughts, feeling as if he has two perspectives. And because it is originally a 'shadow' and 'illusion', he can customize its appearance to his heart's content, such as disguising it as his current self.

Even Harlock couldn't detect anything unusual in the experiment just now.

"In that case... I can go to Owen's dinner party."

Sulu glanced at the Attribute Panel:

Name: [Sulu Potter]

Classes: [Thaumaturge] (Tier 3), [Shadow Warrior] (Tier 3)

Job Rank: [3]

Title: [Black Knight]

Strength: [2.4], Agility: [6.0], Constitution: [4.0], Spirit: [10.0]

Inspiration: [8.0](10.0)

Skills: [Corpse Maiden Creation LV1], [Krav Maga Combat Arts LV7], [Soul Projection LV6], [Spirit Pressure LV4], [Spirit Chain LV1], [Wonder Item Crafting LV4], [Potion Crafting LV1], [Psychic Thaumaturgy LV1], [Shadow Clone LV4]

Passive: [Common Hebraic LV3], [Basic Physics LV5], [Demon Hunting Lore LV4], [Ancient Hebraic LV3], [Gulam Language LV4], [Occult Lore LV5], [Sturdy LV4], [Agile Footwork LV1], [Words of Arrogance LV1]

XP:[20]

"I still don't have enough experience points. Actually, I also want to improve the [Thaumaturge's ] secondary skills, such as [Agile Footwork] and [Spirit Chain], but unfortunately, the [Shadow Warrior's ] clone skill is more suitable for nighttime adventures."

"As for future career plans... the follow-up to [Thaumaturge] [Dream Master] hasn't been found yet, but the requirements for [Dimensional Walker] seem easier to meet... I must speed up my training from now on... although I don't plan to advance my rank any further in the near future."

Now that both of his professions are at the third tier, he is fully confident that he can take on any fourth-tier professional in a one-on-one fight.

The improved essence of the soul leads to a continuous reduction in the 'true spiritual experience' gained, requiring a period of settling down to accumulate more experience points.

night.

In front of Owen's villa, the fountain's water reflected various lights.

A line of luxurious and distinguished carriages pulled up in front of the villa, and elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies stepped out.

They were all figures from the upper echelons of Lori City, gathered here at the invitation of Owen Dogwell, the heir to the Dougwell Family, to celebrate his birthday.

Inside the hall, a specially invited music band was performing energetically.

The violins and cellos blended into a melodious symphony, and couples were already dancing gracefully in the dance floor.

Sulu, dressed in a sharp tailcoat and black bow tie, held a glass of champagne and watched the scene quietly.

' Owen still couldn't defy his father's will and had to preside over the celebration here... Is this the horror of fate's curse?'

He was very interested in the curse, its subsequent developments, and even the suspected ' Speaker '.

But without a doubt, on this night, this villa was the most dangerous place in Lori City, bar none!

Therefore, Sulu chose to use Shadow Clone to come, while his main body lay in ambush outside, ready to escape or provide backup at any time.

'The current clone... can only imprint the abilities of the [Shadow Warrior] lineage, which is a bit of a pity. Otherwise, I would like to take a closer look at that Ancient Well...'

But if the real Sulu were to watch it, he definitely wouldn't allow it.

He didn't want to risk his life to satisfy his curiosity.

In the world of the occult, curiosity and danger are almost synonymous.

If he hadn't gained the ability to create clones, he wouldn't have dared to come to the banquet.

"A very ordinary banquet..."

Despite his lack of Inspiration, Sulu still possessed keen observation skills. He discreetly made his way around the garden and found nothing amiss.

"Um?"

He arrived at the corridor and suddenly froze, staring at the row of oil paintings above.

Those were the ancestors of the Dougwell Family, whom Owen had mentioned before.

But now, these nearly decaying oil paintings have been clearly restored, revealing a bright luster, and every figure is lifelike.

Johnny, Ernest, and also Little Owen. and Big Owen.!

"The Dougwell Family members all look very similar: blue eyes, high noses, distinctive features..."

Sulu glanced at Big Owen and felt that the other looked familiar.

He glanced at the description below. "Owen Dogwell,???-154, the first official head of the Dougwell Family in recorded history, involved in the construction and naming of Lori City..."

"This ancestor of the Dougwell Family, whose birth date is unknown and who died in the 154th year of the Federation Calendar? That's about what I guessed... He was quite good, laying the foundation for the Dougwell Family, and perhaps he was also a professional."

Compared to the Portley Family, the Dougwell Family, though low-key, is very sophisticated.

The head of their family is practically the ' Speaker ' of the Shadow Council every generation, and now he practically controls the entire city in secret! Just this alone makes Sulu feel that the ancestors of the Portley Family would blush.

"If I were Owen... I'd get off to a faster start and have more options..."

Just then, he heard the music suddenly become exhilarating.

Amid applause, Owen, dressed in retro attire and with a pale face, was led into the center of the banquet by a middle-aged man.

His expression was blank and fearful, like a helpless deer.

"Is that the dream outfit that Owen has been complaining about all along?"

Sulu looked over and saw that Owen was wearing a red-based dress, somewhat like a standard military uniform, with space on the shoulders and chest specifically for hanging medals.

"It's just... a bit too retro, like a style that was popular at least a hundred years ago."

He muttered a complaint, then suddenly froze, his body beginning to tremble involuntarily.

"Almost... exactly the same!"

Sulu raised his head, looked at the oil painting of the first head of the Dogwell family, then glanced at Owen in the dance floor, his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

In the oil painting, the newly cleaned Big Owen has a playful expression, his wise eyes staring straight at you.