You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

Locking it means that it is not needed under normal circumstances, the security force is minimal, and the lock is just an ordinary lock, which cannot stop them.

Cave sighed: "Every time at this moment, I really wish I were a great magician."

"If we steal the painting, we can just pass it away. There's no need to go through so much trouble."

Eleanor: “Wake up, being a great magician isn’t enough.

The great magician that everyone often talks about is usually at level seven. But if you want to build a teleportation array related to the "space" attribute, an ordinary great magician is not enough. Unless you are a wizard specializing in the field of space, you have to be at level eight or even level nine. Only when the magic power in your body is strong enough to cause natural distortion of space, will you have a chance to comprehend this kind of magic.

And who would do such a thing if they were already at the eighth or ninth level?

There are many ways to make money, and robbing is the least elegant.

"Have you found the meeting place?" Sean asked.

"Go out of town from the west. There is an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. I will drive there when the time comes." Cave said.

In order to influence the enemy's judgment to the greatest extent and disperse the pursuit force, they will use magic to forge five additional paintings after seeing the paintings of the first saint. Each person will take one, escape separately, and finally gather at an abandoned factory.

Then leave Old Mondo City as quickly as possible and head to the Pilgrimage City to hand the painting to the contact person. This "side quest" will be successfully completed.

"Let's do four instead of five. You guys can run on your own. Sean and I'll be in a group." Eleanor said.

Sean:

.....

Everyone: “?

Tony finally found an opportunity to be a little sarcastic: "Little sister, are you really attracted to Sean? Do you even want to do business with him?"

"We have to go together because of something important." Eleanor said, "Sean is only at level three, how can he run alone?"

"Besides, what if I really like him? What does it have to do with you, an old uncle?" Eleanor snorted. She would not indulge Tony and gave him back directly. As she spoke, she deliberately leaned closer to Sean, allowing Sean to smell the scent of shampoo on her hair for a moment.

When Tony heard the word "old uncle", his face flushed, as if he had been poked in a sore spot: "Personal attack, right?"

In fact, he is not very old, just a little older than Sean and Eleanor. In addition, he is very aware of the loss of youth, and usually does not like people mentioning his age.

"Didn't you attack me because you were attracted by my beauty?" Eleanor asked back.

"?" Sean interrupted, "Are you guys praising me?"

Tony: "?"

Eleanor:

...

Narcissism!

As they were arguing, they were perfecting their plan to steal the painting, and soon it was evening.

"My Lords, the ball is about to begin." Agyeves came to the box to remind everyone.

He had not yet forgotten the friend Tony mentioned, so he asked tentatively, "Have the other adults arrived?

I can have the dance postponed a little if necessary."

The ball actually cannot be postponed. After all, there are too many people coming tonight, and doing so will affect the reputation of the Little Gista family. However, the focus of this ball is on the paintings of the first generation saint, and the paintings are temporarily kept in their hands, and the exact exhibition time has not been announced to the public. This can be slightly adjusted.

Sean was still curious about the other adult. Could it be that Tony knew someone? But before he could ask, Tony replied expressionlessly, "No need. Miss Catherine had something urgent to do and went to Eldridge. The dance will proceed as usual. Don't worry about her."

"Okay." Agivis smiled and bent down and raised his hand, "My Lords, please come this way."

Sean finally asked, "Miss Catherine?"

Eleanor also looked at him curiously.

Tony looked at the girl's hand on Sean's arm and snorted, "Why, you can have a beautiful female companion, but I can't have one?"

Although he made up the name Catherine, it didn't stop him from using it to make fun of Sean.

How can you take the opportunity to be affectionate while on a mission? You have no sense of self at all, huh!

Eleanor was speechless for a moment.

This guy, he’s not done yet, right?

Wasn't she holding Sean's arm just to make it more realistic?

Sean patted the girl's hand gently, signaling her not to be angry, lowered his head and whispered: "You are so beautiful tonight."

He could understand Tony's feeling as a normal man, "Why is the princess's prince not me?"

Eleanor heard the soft voice in her ear, her cheeks flushed, and she glared at Sean: "Don't tease me."

I'm on a mission now, so if you want to flirt, wait until I'm done.

Led by Agyevis, everyone came to the ballroom.

Normally speaking, as the "driver" and "servant", Cave and Johnson could not enter, as the servants' "ballroom" was downstairs. However, they were too powerful. People from the Grand Duke's family, even if they were just servants, had a status that ordinary nobles did not have.

Many people have worked hard to obtain the title of knight or baron, but ended up with a status lower than that of a servant in a grand ducal family. It sounds funny, but that is the truth. In the social circle of the imperial nobility, they do not look at you as a person, but at the power behind you.

"My Lords, I'm right over there. Please feel free to call me if you need anything." Ajivis smiled and said goodbye.

As the person in charge of Eve's Mansion, he knows his place very well and knows that keeping a proper distance will make it easier for him to gain the favor of important people.

This also saved Sean the effort of issuing an eviction order.

Otherwise, with Ajivis following them, it would be difficult for them to act.

The atmosphere in the venue was lively. Waiters were moving back and forth among the crowd with trays in their hands, serving guests carefully crafted cocktails from Eve Mansion.

Sean glanced at the ladies and gentlemen who were talking and laughing, and calmly took off his dress, revealing a suit of another color. Then he nodded to Tony and others, took the hand of Eleanor, who had also changed the style and color of her dress, and blended into the crowd.

Chapter 124 Dance (Part ) (Subscribe~)

As the largest ballroom venue in Old Mondo City, Eve's Mansion exudes luxury and nobility everywhere.

Its decoration is not magnificent, but most of the materials are in cool colors.

The expensive black light stone floor tiles are polished into tea brown through special technology, showing golden brown tone under bright light, and the darker light area is close to linen color, which is more textured.

Accompanied by the melodious piano sounds emitted by the performer's fingertips, it brings a sense of elegance that is free from vulgarity, more restrained and stylish.

The nobles raised their wine glasses, smiled subtly, spoke gently, and were humble yet confident.

There were fewer seats in the hall, but there were plenty of exquisite food and drinks.

Sean was not polite to the Little Gista family. He had been liking sweets recently, so he took a piece of cake and found that the cream on it tasted unexpectedly good, melting in his mouth and sweet but not greasy.

He handed the plate to Eleanor: "Try it? It's delicious."

Eleanor quickly shook her head: "No, no, you eat."

Sean: "Why? Afraid of gaining weight?"

"No." The girl clenched her fists slightly and said, "I'm going to meet Mr. Black soon. I'm nervous."

Sean:

.

If you didn't know, you would think you were going to heaven to meet Mr. Black himself.

Besides, although the painting was created by the first saint, it may not be of Blake.

Before seeing the painting, Sean couldn't be sure if it was the one hanging in his bedroom.

In fact, Eleanor was not the only nervous person in the entire conference hall.

Although the nobles seemed to be chatting and laughing, or swaying gently with their arms around their partners' waists on the dance floor, they were actually absent-minded. From time to time, they glanced at the closed curtain on the stage. Their hearts were all on the paintings that were about to be exhibited. They had no intention of seriously expanding their social circle like they had in previous balls, and the topics of conversation were almost all centered around the paintings.

Unfortunately, the organizers of the ball, the Little Gista family, were very good at keeping people in suspense and were reluctant to unveil the show. There was no host either, so they just let everyone chat on their own.

"I heard that this painting by the First Saint is very magical. It uses the fountain of enlightenment as ink. Anyone who can see the secret hidden in the painting will immediately become a wizard."

"Really? Then we must seize this opportunity."

"Believe in yourself, you can do it."

"Yeah, you can, too."

A couple dressed elegantly were dancing and encouraging each other affectionately.

There were no separate venues for the ball this time. Ordinary people and wizards were together. Many of them were people who had drunk from the Fountain of Enlightenment but failed to awaken. They placed all their hopes on this painting and traveled thousands of miles to the city of Old Mondo, just to seek a glimmer of the possibility of becoming a noble magician.

In the Empire, a family without magicians can never become a true noble. They may be rich, but they cannot possess power. They cannot go to many places that are only open to magicians, and naturally they cannot witness the true magnificence of this world.

From ancient times to the present, the history of every era has been written by wizards, and mortals are not qualified.

Having learned about mysticism, no one would be willing to be a frog in a well.

Therefore, most of the people who came to the dance tonight came for the paintings of the First Saint.

At this moment, they were both expectant and anxious, but the organizer of the ball was the Little Gista family, so they did not dare to rush. For ordinary people, the word "baron" was an insurmountable mountain in their eyes.

But they don’t dare, but there are many people who dare.

This painting of the First Saint can not only help mortals gain magic power, but wizards below the great magician can also get inspiration from the painting.

Among those who came tonight, there are many nobles with higher status than baron.

They don't pamper the little Gista family.

"What's going on? How do you entertain guests?"

"When is it going to start? At least tell me! Do you know how to entertain guests?"

"You don't really think we're interested in your family's crappy dance, do you?"

Each class has its own circle. At a ball hosted by a baron's family, at most one or two viscounts will come, and most of them will be knights or ordinary families without any titles. What is there to socialize at such a low-level ball?

"Hurry up and bring out Her Highness the Saint's painting!"

"Everyone, everyone, please be patient."

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Agyeves hurried to the stage, sweating profusely and trying to apologize with a smile on his face.

According to the pre-arranged process, the paintings were to be exhibited one hour after the ball started. They wanted everyone to chat with each other, get to know each other, and make friends. The Little Gista family could also take this opportunity to make more friends with nobles. However, these nobles did not give them any face at all. Continuing to let them wait might backfire. Agyvis had to come to the rescue and take out the painting of the first saint in advance.

"Good evening, distinguished guests. I am Agivis, the head of Eve Mansion. Please allow me to welcome everyone to Eve Mansion to attend the dance tonight on behalf of the Little Gist family."

Aggies held the microphone, and his voice, filled with magic, spread throughout the venue, quickly quieting down the chattering crowd. The pianist accompanying him in the corner also stopped moving his fingertips and handed the stage over to Aggies.

Seeing that the Little Gist family finally responded, the nobles stopped talking and clapped in tacit understanding.

After all, this is the territory of the Little Gista family. Ajivis has given them face, and after being scolded, they will naturally give Ajivis face as well.

After all, it's a ball, and everyone is an elegant person who pays attention to rituals, so the necessary opening remarks and applause are still necessary. I just hope Agyeves won't be too long-winded, otherwise don't blame them for taking back their face again.

Agyeves seemed to know what they were thinking and decisively cut off the original ball speech.

Go straight.

"I won't say any more. I know you all want to see the paintings soon. I want to see them too. But before that, there are three things I must make clear to you all."

"First, staring at paintings will consume your mental energy. The longer you look at them, the greater the burden on your body. If you can't hold on, don't force yourself, otherwise the consequences will be extremely serious."

"Second, when viewing the paintings, please try to remain quiet and refrain from talking loudly to avoid disturbing others."

"Third, to ensure that nothing unexpected happens during tonight's dance, the painting will only be on display for one hour."

Staring at a painting continuously for an hour is the limit for Level Six. This time is enough for people to gain inspiration from the painting. If one hour is not enough, then no matter how much time is given, it will be useless.

"Everyone, please adjust your status. The exhibition is about to begin!"

With that, Agyeves slid off the stage and nodded to the pianist in the corner, signaling that he could start playing.

The piano sounded again.

Different from the previous melodious and graceful music, this time the tune is high and passionate, as if making people stand on the roaring sea, with waves taller than the city walls coming one after another, each wave higher than the last, until the rising waves cover the sky and the sun, and the piano sound suddenly stops.

at the same time-

A “swipe!”

The curtain on the stage opened.

"It's coming!" Eleanor said excitedly.

She had already figured out that this magical piano piece was a "countdown" designed by the Little Gista family specifically for the exhibition. These nobles could always make a simple thing look very different. Eleanor had never liked nobles. After all, in a sense, the word "nobles" meant enemies. But she had to admit that the performance of this piece was very successful.

At least it did affect her mood.