Two children

The figure looked to be seven or eight years old, dressed like a little gentleman, with blond hair, brown eyes, chubby cheeks, and a slightly simple and honest demeanor. He was none other than Baron Brignais's Godson, the strange little boy Ludwig.

Ludwig was admiring a painting of donuts on the wall when he suddenly realized someone was watching him.

He quickly turned around and spotted Lumian.

Lumian smiled and said in a teasing tone, "Running away from home again?"

"No," Ludwig said calmly this time, "I simply told my Godfather that learning shouldn't be limited to textbook knowledge; seeing, hearing, and experiencing other things are just as important as reading."

"And then he took you to see the art exhibition?" Lumian glanced around but didn't see Baron Brignais.

He felt that the guy in front of him seemed to have grown a bit in both intelligence and knowledge, and was even able to come up with the same kind of reason that he had used before.

This shows that learning really worked for him!

Ludwig nodded and said, "Yes."

"Cultivating an appreciation for art from a young age is also very important for a child."

Lumian clicked his tongue and said, "So today I don't have to look at textbooks, I don't have to do homework, and I don't have to worry about exams?"

"This is incidental," Ludwig replied, a happy smile unconsciously spreading across his face.

There has been some growth, but not much... Lumian made this objective assessment in his mind.

At that moment, Brignais, wearing a silk top hat and a black suit, walked over from the other side of the exhibition hall.

"Aren't you worried he'll get lost?" Lumian asked sarcastically.

As a "Conspirer," he keenly noticed something unusual in this detail.

Given the anxiety and tension Brignais showed when Ludwig ran away from home twice before, he shouldn't have left the child alone in the exhibition hall!

Brignais smiled and said, "Ludwig has been behaving very well lately and hasn't tried to run away from home again. He was very focused on admiring the paintings just now, so I didn't take him to the Washroom to avoid interrupting his concentration."

It sounds like something an irresponsible parent would do, but Baron, you weren't like this before. I have a strong suspicion that you did it on purpose... deliberately leaving Ludwig alone in the exhibition hall to see what this strange child would do? Heh, you don't need to worry about him, you should worry about the other visitors. If this guy gets hungry and you don't provide him with food in time, I'm afraid someone might get eaten... Lumian muttered to himself as he made his guesses.

He sensed that Baron Brignais's arrangement of this art exhibition had another purpose, like taking an experienced hunting dog to a specific place, letting it off the leash, and seeing if it would track down some prey...

After answering Lumian's question, Baron Brignais, carrying a bulging Briefcase, looked at Ludwig:

"After you get back, write an essay about participating in the art exhibition, detailing your feelings and the works that impressed you the most."

Ludwig's expression immediately fell.

Lumian was not surprised at all; he was a man of great experience.

He stopped chatting with Baron Brignais and Ludwig and continued looking at the paintings, focusing on whether the works contained hotel-style buildings, whether they featured Safali as Mannequin, and whether they would have any impact on the visitor's mental state or the surrounding environment.

Unfortunately, after looking through the three small exhibition halls, he didn't find any noteworthy works. However, the painting "Café" drawn by Maren with his buttocks attracted a large number of visitors, with both praise and criticism.

Lumian stood in the last exhibition hall, pondered for a moment, and then took out his Tea-Brown Gold-Rimmed Glasses once more.

Since neither the naked eye nor "Spirit Vision" can detect any substantial problems, let's try using "Mystery-Peering Glasses," which are likely to belong to the same Pathway!

After adjusting his glasses, Lumian endured the dizziness of the sky and earth spinning, focusing his attention on the scenes within his "vision."

Every painting here seems to detach from the wall and revolve around him.

In some of the paintings, the figures gaze coldly at Lumian.

Lumian was initially startled, thinking that all the paintings of figures here were abnormal and that the situation was very serious, but then he realized that he had not been attacked.

The different figures in the different paintings simply looked at him, silently looking at him, coldly looking at him.

They seemed to have gained some consciousness, a sense of being alive, but they hadn't fully come to life and were able to step out of the canvas.

Lumian suddenly had a sudden realization:

This is another kind of reality seen through "Mystery-Peering Glasses".

Perhaps every painting represents reality on some level of the world, but they are thin, flat, and low-level, unable to have a sufficient impact on humans and the Spirit World. Only occasionally do a few exceptions occur, such as certain works causing mental confusion or anxiety and irritability if viewed for too long.

"Painter" might be able to enhance the ability of these low-level, flat things to interact with the human world, opening a channel for them to enter reality!

In other words, the figures in ordinary paintings may inherently possess incomplete, compressed, and spiritually uninspired consciousness within a low-level, flat, and simplistic world, which is now revealed through the "Mystery-Peering Glasses."

Similarly, Lumian also saw another truth: the revelation of the Painter's deepest creative intentions.

One of the paintings originally depicted Trier in the Future, which was divided into two levels. On the ground floor, there were men and women in gorgeous clothes attending a banquet, while underground, there were ragged people crawling in dark Tunnel, eating earthworms, Rat, and moss. In the "Mystery-Peering Glasses," Lumian saw fat pigs with greasy mouths on the ground, and Underground, there were hideous and Distortion faces and rotting hands reaching upwards.

This is what the Painter truly wanted to express.

The next second, Lumian saw Baron Brignais and his Godson Ludwig.

The former was nothing special inside the "Mystery-Peering Glasses," except that it emitted a faint Brass-Colored light, while the latter suddenly turned its head, as if looking back at Lumian across two exhibition halls.

On that chubby, slightly naive face, the skin seemed to be undulating as if it were about to peel away, and something seemed about to emerge from beneath.

Lumian's heart tightened, and he instinctively removed the "Mystery-Peering Glasses."

The scene in his field of vision instantly returned to normal.

Ludwig was definitely up to something... Luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise I might have seen something I shouldn't have... Lumian's head was spinning, and her feet felt like they were walking on cotton, light and weightless.

He had always known that the little boy Ludwig was unusual and quite strange, but he never expected that the guy would give him such a strong Danger Sense.

Whether the seemingly innocent and adorable boy is truly human beneath his Human Skin is still debatable!

Ugh... Lumian has been wearing the "Mystery-Peering Glasses" for too long this time, and she feels uncomfortable all over. Although the dizziness has subsided, she is still extremely nauseous, has abdominal cramps, and feels like vomiting and having diarrhea.

Even someone with the constitution of a "Conspirer" couldn't resist this.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the Washroom that were right next to the three exhibition halls.

That One the bottom of a very deep corridor, with Statues or paintings on either side, it perfectly matches the name of the Trier Arts Center.

Lumian rushed into the Washroom to take care of his business.

After washing his face with cold water, he finally recovered and no longer had any obvious adverse reactions.

Stepping out of the Washroom, Lumian naturally turned his gaze to the opposite wall.

Several paintings were arranged there in order.

One of the paintings was both terrifying and bizarre, drawing Lumian's attention for a few more glances:

It was an Oil Painting with a colorful, layered background, and the main subject was a naked Women.

The Women's face is blurred, as if the Painter deliberately left blank space. In contrast, on the Women's body surface, there are clear faces one after another. Some are angry, some hateful, some malicious, some joyful. Some come from cats, some from dogs, and some seem to exist only in fantasy. What they have in common is that they are all semi-transparent yet real enough.

Looking at the Oil Painting, Lumian suddenly thought of something:

Although Gabriel acted normally during his visit to the art exhibition, that's only according to the writers; they didn't follow him around all the time, for example, when he went to the Washroom!

Market Avenue, Old Dovecage Theater.

As soon as Jenna stepped out, she saw a familiar figure standing under the Gas Streetlamp across the street.

It was a little boy, wearing a white shirt, a silver vest, a black coat with Mercury-Colored tie, and his light yellow hair was neatly combed.

The kid who brought me good luck last time... that incredibly powerful Beyonder! Jenna, surprised and astonished, instinctively crossed the street and walked to the little boy's side.

She lowered her body slightly and asked with a smile, "Were you waiting for me?"

The little boy glanced at her and mumbled, "It's not me waiting for you, it's you waiting for me. You met me before any other choice."

What's going on this time? Is it to bring me good luck and make me discover something, all for the sake of that impending Calamity? A thought raced through Jenna's mind as she casually asked, "Didn't you say this direction was a bit dangerous last time? Why did you come here this time?"

The little boy replied earnestly, "That day was that day, and today is today. Just because it was dangerous that day doesn't mean it will be dangerous today."

"Okay..." Jenna tentatively smiled, "You want me to help you buy an Ice Cream?"

The little boy sighed deeply, like an adult:

"It's something else; I'll pay for the Library."

"Reward? Good luck?" Jenna had a vague idea, but instead of asking what the reward was, she asked directly, "What kind of favor?"

The little boy reached into his pocket, pulled out a gleaming gold coin, and replied, seemingly unrelated to the question, "This will be your reward, a Lucky Gold Coin."