What golden hair like wheat waves…Oliya’s hair color is obviously silver, noble and pure, which is one of the reasons why he fell in love with Olya.

These guys are obviously acting.

But at this moment, truth or falsehood no longer mattered. Tony still saw the painting as a blank sheet of paper, but this did not affect him from praising the beauty of the first-generation Saint with everyone else. His rhetoric was even more exaggerated than that of the old nobles: “Oh! My respected Saint!”

“How can you be so beautiful!”

“Your appearance is like the greatest magic of life in the world. I believe that if I die one day and am buried in the ground, as long as you come to the grave and look at me, my silent heart will surely beat again.”

“I will crawl out of the grave, kneel before you, and express my most sincere admiration and loyalty to you!”

Sean: “..

Eleanor: “..——

Although she knew that Tony’s words were mostly acting in order to blend in with the crowd, she still wanted to say-“

So oily!

There’s so much oil, enough to fry a pot of French fries.

Not only is it oily, it’s also weird.

However, this strange feeling did not come entirely from Tony, but more from other wizards present.

If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, it would be really hard to imagine that a group of nobles who were usually arrogant and conceited would praise a blank piece of paper as if they had delusions, making the entire Eve Mansion full of ambiguous weirdness and absurdity.

These guys are so hypocritical.

Eleanor decided to ignore them to avoid being infected.

She looked up and asked Sean, “Can you see what’s in the painting?”

Sean shook his head: “I can’t see it.”

Eleanor was a little disappointed when she heard this.

She always felt that Sean must be very talented, as evidenced by the fact that he could steal her sixth-level magic with an unknown third-level spell. Sean must be very knowledgeable about mysticism, and since he hadn’t said much since the exhibition of paintings, she thought he had gained something.

But Sean wasn’t actually looking at the painting.

It’s not that he didn’t look at it at all, but after looking at it for a few minutes and still seeing a blank page, he began to think about the problem with the painting.

The name of the painting already suggests that this is the painting that once hung in his bedroom.

Eleanor guessed correctly that the “he” in the title of the painting did refer to Blake.

At the same time, the nobles were right, as Olya was also in the painting.

In Sean’s memory, the painting depicts two people.

The problem lies here.

He had been able to see the content of the paintings before, so why couldn’t he do that now?

Others might not be able to see it because Olya left some kind of interference magic on the painting, but it was different for him. He was the man Olya loved the most, and the painting itself was a gift to him. With Olya’s ability at the time, she could have made the interference magic similar to a “white list”, that is, blocking everyone except him.

Olya used to do this often.

For example, her boudoir.

No third person can enter except Olya herself and him, not even the Pope.

Sean couldn’t remember much about the painting. He seemed to have never shown it to anyone else. After all, his status at that time was no lower than Olivia’s. Olivia’s room was equipped with a barrier, so naturally there was one in his room as well. Outsiders had no chance to see it. This also meant that Sean could not judge whether the interfering magic on the painting had been there from the beginning. However, he was sure of one thing: there must be something wrong with the painting.

Because no matter whether the interference magic was set up by Olivia herself, as long as Sean Blake, the Saint’s Husband, could not see it, it meant that the painting had been tampered with later, or it was simply fake.

But another logic told him that this painting should not be fake.

The first generation saint was of noble status, and since the dead are the greatest, the little Gista family was tired of living, so they dared to use the name of Olya to deceive people.

All in all, it’s very confusing.

Eleanor thought Sean was upset because he couldn’t see the content of the painting, so she gently pulled the corner of his clothes.

He whispered, “Sean, the first Saint was at level ten. It’s normal that we can’t understand it for a while. It doesn’t matter. We can take the painting back and look at it slowly.”

This is both a comfort and a reminder.

The exhibition time for the paintings has already passed halfway, so it’s time to get started.

Sean nodded and looked back at the painting. Although he didn’t know why the painting had become like a blank piece of paper, blank paper also had its advantages.

At least it is easy to imitate and difficult to be exposed.

Sean moved his lips quietly and chanted a spell. The magic power in his body quickly gathered in his palm, condensing into a brand new blank painting.

Tony and others who had been paying attention to the time were doing the same thing at this time.

Using magic to create objects out of thin air is a compulsory course for every wizard, especially those who are good at swordsmanship. Most of their swords come from this way. Except for those forbidden products, this kind of magic sword is the most suitable weapon for them.

The only drawback is that it cannot be maintained for too long. After all, items made with magic power are not truly “entities”. Once the continuous infusion of magic power is lost, they will quickly dissipate.

But if it is only used to distract the pursuit force of the Little Gista family, this amount of time is enough, and there is no need to even “refill the cup”.

At this moment, everyone’s attention was focused on the paintings on the stage, and no one noticed that Sean and others had several identical paintings in their hands.

Until Kev in the corner took out the pistol in his arms and pulled the trigger at the ceiling.

“boom!”

“what!!”

“Help! Someone’s shooting!”

The sudden gunshot immediately caused screams.

There were quite a few ordinary people at the dance tonight, and they were all concentrating on looking at the paintings. They were caught off guard and were really scared by Cave’s shot. They screamed instinctively, and some even squatted down with their heads in their hands and crawled under the table.

The originally quiet and orderly dance party suddenly became chaotic.

“Damn it, you’re looking for death!”

Agyeves cursed, his face as black as coal.

Tonight’s dance party is hosted by their Little Gist family, and shooting here would undoubtedly be a slap in the face of their Little Gist family.

“Catch that bastard!”

“See you fucking later!”

Kev turned and ran.

The sound of gunfire cannot scare a wizard, but it can attract his attention, and that is enough.

Just as everyone was looking towards Kev, wondering who was so brave, Sean, Eleanor,

Tony, Johnson, Ryan and the other five people acted at the same time in tacit understanding. Their figures rushed out like a few big black rats, leaving countless afterimages along the way, and rushed straight to the stage.

The situation was urgent, and Tony, who was the fastest, didn’t bother to cherish the cultural relics. He grabbed the painting on the display stand and ran to the door.

Robberies by high-level wizards are often so plain and simple.

Agyeves was horrified: “Stop him!”

Men: “Yes!”

“Wait – stop who?”

Agivis: “?”

“Are you fucking stupid? Of course I’m going to stop them all!”

Five people rushed onto the stage from different directions and escaped from different directions. Each of them had a painting in his hand, which made the security guards confused for a moment. But during this moment of distraction, Sean and others had already rushed to their planned escape routes.

He and Eleanor went to the window.

“boom!”

Sean used his body to clear the way with a “Quick Hardening” move, smashed the glass with his head, and disappeared into the night with Eleanor.

Tony went through the main entrance and two security guards tried to stop him, but they were just security guards, so how high could their rank be?

“Kazimavadov!”

The spell of ascension on the spot.

“Bulging!”

The two security guards flew vertically upwards, pierced through the ceiling like nails, and hung there.

Tony escaped every day.

Johnson went out the back door.

Ryan had no way out, but he used his magic to blast the wall and opened a door himself.

Four completely different directions made it impossible for the security guards to tell the directions.

Agyeves wanted to curse: “Why don’t you do anything?”

There were so many wizards present, but no one offered to help!

The nobles looked at each other and suppressed the sneers on their faces.

They are not familiar with the Little Gista family, the painting is not theirs, and no one can understand it, so why should they help?

Someone explained: “Don’t be angry, Mr. Ajivis. This is your Little Gist family’s territory. It would be very rude of us to act rashly.”

Agivis: “?”

Fuck politeness!

Wasn’t it polite of you to urge me to get the painting out quickly?

“Hurry up and chase them!” Agyeves knew the nature of these nobles very well. He said nothing more, but kicked his subordinate on the buttocks and said angrily: “If you can’t find the painting, don’t come back!”

“Yes, yes!” His men quickly organized people to chase after him.

Agyeves left the meeting cursing.

“Wait, the dance isn’t over yet, where is Mr. Agyeves going?”

Someone asked deliberately.

The people beside him snickered: “Where else can we go? Of course we should go to the clan leader to apologize.”

The theft of the first-generation saint’s paintings was no small matter. Regardless of whether the person could be caught and the paintings recovered, someone had to be held responsible for it. According to the behavior style of most small leaders, Ajivis would have complained to the patriarch and put the blame on his subordinates. Everyone was familiar with this process.

But the fact is.

They were only half right.

Ajivis indeed went to find the patriarch with a distressed look on his face.

But the next second after entering the room, his expression suddenly became relaxed. Not only did he not pretend to be aggrieved, but he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

“Chief, someone really came to steal the painting.

“I let them go, as you ordered.”

Chapter 126 Overturn (Subscribe~)

An abandoned factory on the outskirts of old Mondo City.

After Sean and Eleanor shook off the pursuers of the Little Gista family, they made a long detour and finally arrived at the agreed factory to meet up with everyone.

This factory building had been out of use for a long time, everything inside was shabby, and the air was full of dust. The light was also dim, with only a few rays of moonlight leaking through the skylight in the corner, barely allowing Sean and Eleanor to see their faces clearly.

“They don’t seem to have arrived yet?” Eleanor looked around but saw no one.

“Wait a minute, maybe we ran into trouble on the way.” Sean said, taking two stools from the side.

He blew away the dust, called the girl to sit down, and scattered the paintings in his hand.

Eleanor rested her chin on her hands and tilted her head. “It would be nice if our paintings were real.”

Sean wondered, “What’s the difference?”

They are all from the same team, so it doesn’t matter who takes it. In the end, their six names will be kept when it is handed over to the contact person.

“Or are you afraid that Teacher Tony will run away with the painting?” Sean asked.

Eleanor: “Not really.”

Although she didn’t get along with Tony, who always liked to show off in front of Sean, she still trusted her teammates when it came to business. Besides, Black City was so small that wizards who often went to the church to take missions would meet each other every day. If the news of Tony pocketing the mission rewards got out, no one would cooperate with Tony again.