Sean’s heart skipped a beat.

broken!

This is really bad!

“Throw away the painting! Quick!” Sean yelled.

His voice was so loud that Eleanor was startled, and his tone unconsciously carried a hint of grievance: “Throw it away,

Don’t be so fierce.

Sean: “I’m not fierce, I’m just anxious!”

“Wait.” Tony said unhappily, “Why are you throwing the painting?”

This was something everyone had taken huge risks to get back, including Sean himself. How could they just throw it away?

“This painting is fake!” Sean said, “The magic power above is probably space magic!”

Kev was stunned: “No way? How can the Little Gist family have such ability?”

If there really was a great magician of rank eight or above in charge, how could the Little Gist family be just a baronial family?

“The Little Gistards don’t have it, but what about the Vatican?”

“Didn’t you just say that the Vatican might have tampered with the painting?”

As long as the Vatican is included, the context of this matter becomes extremely clear.

They should have thought of this earlier. What qualifications does a small baronial family have to collect and display the paintings of the first saint?

The only explanation is that tonight’s ball is not hosted by the Gista family, they are just the organizer, and the real organizer is the Vatican – the Vatican is using this painting to fish!

Tony wanted to say something else, but it was too late.

Just as Sean saw Eleanor hesitating, he snatched the painting from her and was about to open the car window and throw it out, when an extremely manic black magic suddenly surged out of the painting without warning, like a black dragon out of a cage, instantly shattering all the windows of the car, including the front windshield.

“Twenty, what’s going on!” Kev was shocked and quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes while slamming on the brakes.

The powerful inertia caused Sean and the others to fall to the ground. If they hadn’t been wearing seat belts, this sudden brake would have been enough to throw them all away. The black magic power visible to the naked eye in the car seemed to be affected by inertia as well, dissipating and being shaken out of the car through the shattered window glass. Before everyone could react, the magic power gathered together in an intricate manner right in front of the car, interweaving into a dark vortex.

Tony’s eyes widened and he shouted: “Brake! Brake now!”

Kev: “I fucking braked!”

It just braked.

However, it was impossible for a car traveling at high speed to brake immediately, not to mention that the vortex also exerted a huge suction force and suppressed their bodies, making it impossible for them to jump out of the car and escape.

This is not even a level of power.

The only thing they could do was watch in horror as they and their car were sucked into the vortex.

Chapter 127 “Rebellion” (Subscribe~)

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In a dim and closed room, Sean heard the shouting of the newsboy outside as soon as he woke up. The dizziness caused by being sucked into the whirlpool had not completely faded away, and he thought for a moment that he was back in the town of Alola.

All parts of his body felt sore and numb as if they were corroded by magic power, which was obviously caused by the vortex. Sean struggled to support himself and shook his head violently. His mind finally became clearer and he began to look around.

The good news is, he’s not alone.

The whirlpool did not separate everyone, and Eleanor and others were lying in a mess beside him.

The bad news is that he seems to have been arrested again –

Here is another prison cell.

Sean:

He could not help but lower his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

Have I been unlucky recently? Why do I get caught wherever I go?

The previous vortex should be a portal, and since they have used space magic, they are definitely no longer near the old Mondo City, which gives Sean a headache.

He is different from Eleanor and others, he came from the real world, first entered the virtual space, then practiced dual cultivation with Elvira, and then came to the “new world”. Including this vortex, he has “traveled” three times, making it difficult for him to tell what is real and what is fake.

“Hmm, my head hurts.”

Not long after, Eleanor and others struggled to wake up one after another.

The girl rubbed her head and looked around in confusion: “Where is this?”

Sean shook his head: “I don’t know either.”

Tony saw him sitting there with his arms folded, his posture much more dignified than theirs, and he knew that Sean had woken up a long time ago.

I couldn’t help but ask, “Did you find anything?”

For example, how to escape and how many guards there are.

His reaction was very professional. When he saw everyone was arrested and locked up in the cell, the first thing he thought of was how to escape from prison. It was obvious that this was not his first time entering the palace.

Sean continued to shake his head: “Not sure.”

He paused, then added: “But I do have a way to help you sober up.”

Tony said without hesitation: “Come on!”

He had a terrible headache and thought he had suffered some kind of mental trauma, and it just so happened that Sean could heal it.

But who knew that Sean raised his right hand and sprayed a water gun technique directly at Tony, whose hair was dripping with water, and instantly splashed on his face: “???”

“Are you seeking revenge in public?”

Sean: “Just tell me whether you are awake or not.”

Tony:

Sean looked at Eleanor, Kev and the others again: “What about you? Do you want my help?”

Everyone hurriedly said: “No, no, we can do it ourselves.”

After all, he is a sixth-level wizard. Although he cannot resist space magic, he can still eliminate some of the aftereffects of space magic.

So several people began to meditate on the spot, using meditation to sort out the magic power in their bodies that was dispersed by the whirlpool.

The opponent must have held back, otherwise, with the power of space magic, a rank six wizard would have been sucked in and would have been seriously injured if not killed.

Sean didn’t bother them and stood guard at the cell door with Tony.

Tony’s eyes kept looking out.

Normally, since it is a prison, there must be jailers or guards to prevent prisoners from escaping.

But he looked left and right and still didn’t see anyone.

About half an hour later, Eleanor and the others had almost recovered, but no one came yet.

“Should I?” Tony said uncertainly, “This cell doesn’t seem to have any guards.”

“Be more confident and put it away.” Sean picked up the lock on the door and showed it to everyone.

There was actually a key stuck in it.

Sean twisted the door lightly and it opened.

Everyone: “?”

“What do you mean?”

Cave didn’t understand. “They even used space magic to catch us, but they didn’t care about us after they caught us. What on earth is the Vatican up to?”

Eleanor also complained: “I’ve never seen such a perfunctory cell. I can hear the shouting outside.”

Who would build a prison right on the street?

Are you afraid that the prisoner won’t be able to escape?

Ryan calmly reminded everyone: “Don’t forget how we got in.”

The painting of the first saint was also placed there, with almost no defense. When it was stolen, no one was sent to chase it, and there were no checkpoints in the direction of leaving the city, allowing them to escape, but what was the result?

Their situation at this moment is very similar to when they were fighting over the painting.

“I suspect there is something fishy going on.” Ryan analyzed seriously.

Johnson had already opened the cell door: “Hey, man, what can we do now that we’ve been arrested?”

“And even if it’s a trick, can we just wait here and not go out?”

The absence of jailers meant that no one would bring them prison meals. If they really followed the rules and stayed in prison, they would probably starve to death in the cell before the enemy even saw them.

Ryan:

.

It seems so?

“Let’s go and take a look first.” Sean also said.

Anyway, the result can’t get any worse. The worst that can happen is that we’ll be bombed back. Instead of waiting to die, it’s better to take the initiative to obtain useful information, at least to find out where they are now, so that we know which direction to escape.

“Be careful.”

Tony gave an instruction, walked out of the cell and led the way.

He held a wind blade in his hand, ready to strike a sudden blow to any enemy that suddenly appeared.

But he didn’t expect that not only was the enemy lax in defense, but even the structure of the cell was shockingly simple. After walking a few steps along the corridor, Tony found a door. When he opened it, he saw a sunny, bustling street.

When they came out of the cell, it was like entering a bar from outside, and their eardrums were instantly filled with all kinds of sounds.

There is also brightness in front of my eyes.

This made Tony feel like a clown for being so cautious. How could a dungeon be set up like this?

Those passing by saw them coming out, looking embarrassed, and covered their mouths and laughed, as if they were used to it.

Eleanor squinted her eyes and took a few seconds to adjust to the light. Then she realized something and whispered to everyone, “This is a good opportunity.”

A good opportunity to run away.

Don’t worry about what these passers-by think of them, the key point is that no one is blocking the road.

They could just fly up into the sky and split into five groups to escape separately like they did before.

Sean: “And then got caught again?”

Eleanor: “..

She felt that Sean was being veiled and that she had no memory. She glared at Sean with a slightly red face and said, “How do you know if you don’t try?”

We can’t just sit there and wait for death, that’s what Sean said himself.

“It’s not that easy.” Sean motioned for everyone to look into the distance.

There was a team of armored guards walking towards them, led by a woman with neat blonde hair and full of heroic spirit. But considering that the other party was an enemy, Sean did not want to use a compliment and decided to replace “heroic” with “tomboy”.

Sure enough, the woman and her guards stopped in front of them.

She raised her snow-white neck slightly and looked down at everyone: “Awake?”

Tony immediately closed his eyes: “No, we are sleepwalking.”

woman:

“Do you think you are funny?”

Tony opened his eyes again and blinked, “So do you like it?”

He was deliberately making trouble to see if he could get closer to her so that he could catch her off guard and find a chance to slip away.

But the woman responded by saying, “Humor can indeed attract women, but the prerequisite is that your appearance is at least acceptable.”

She said, looking at Sean: “Like him.”

Tony:

“???”