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

Anyone with a bit of common sense wouldn't do that.

Eleanor said, "I just think that I have nothing to do. If the painting is in our hands, we can continue to try and see if we can see the content of the painting clearly."

Obviously, she has not given up on the secret that the first saint hid in the painting.

The main reason is that this is a rare opportunity to enhance magic power through external objects. If she had not accepted the mission to assassinate the saint this time, she could even hold the painting and look at it for three days and three nights.

Eleanor is nineteen years old this year. The fact that she can cultivate to the sixth level at this age is enough to prove that she has good talent. As long as she is given enough time, Eleanor doesn't believe that she won't be able to see anything.

Sean laughed and shook his head: "I advise you not to be hard on yourself. This is not a matter of talent."

Eleanor was puzzled: "What's the question?"

"It's the painting." Sean said, "The painting has been tampered with."

Eleanor: “Huh?”

She didn't expect Sean to say that, and she was stunned and asked, "How do you know?"

Sean didn't explain: "Don't worry about this. You just need to understand that the painting is not as simple as you think."

At this moment, in the dark corner, a voice suddenly came from behind the load-bearing column:

"really."

Sean:

Eleanor: “?

The two were startled and asked at the same time: "Who?!"

"Me." A figure walked out from behind the pillar and walked to the door. His appearance could only be seen clearly in the light from outside.

"Kev?"

Eleanor had already mastered the spell, and when she saw that it was one of her own, she immediately said unhappily, "Why didn't you come out when we first arrived? You were hiding there on purpose to scare people, weren't you?"

Kev looked innocent: "It's so dark here, I couldn't be sure it was you at first."

He completed hundreds of missions, big and small, and always returned to Black City safely, all thanks to his caution.

"No, you're still going to drive, aren't you? Why are you driving so fast?" Eleanor said, "Don't tell me you forgot to bring the car."

Kev said dissatisfiedly: "Am I such an unreliable person?"

"What about the car?"

"Of course I hid it."

Cave said: "All the hatred has been pulled over by you. No one is chasing me. It would be strange if I was slower than you."

Sean asked him, "Can you see that there's something wrong with the painting?"

"Yeah." Cave nodded first, then shook his head: "I can't say it's wrong, but it's definitely not original."

"If you do as Agivis says and touch the painting with your spiritual power, you will find that the painting has a strong magical power, far greater than our own."

Eleanor didn't understand: "The first Saint was at the tenth level. Isn't it normal that the magic power of her paintings exceeds ours?

"If that's all, it's normal." Cave paused and said, "But I'm studying archaeology."

There is no necessary connection between archaeology and mysticism, but because of this major, Cave has come into contact with many "artifacts" left over from the last century.

Some are just ordinary antiques that can only be sold at a high price, and wizards don't care about them. But some antiques contain magic power and are magical items such as wands. The aura they exude, without exception, has a kind of old and distant historical flavor. This feeling is difficult to describe, but people who often deal with antiques can tell its age at a glance.

That painting was different.

The magic of the painting is "new".

This means that someone has recently touched the painting, and that person is at least a great magician.

But if you ask me, there isn't anything wrong.

In Cave's opinion, the great magician probably covered up the contents of the painting deliberately as a test or something, which made sense logically.

Sean frowned: "But who has the guts to touch the painting of the first saint? Aren't you afraid that the Vatican will cause trouble for him?"

Cave shrugged. "Maybe the Vatican itself did it?"

The Vatican itself?

These words reminded Sean. He vaguely grasped something, but couldn't grasp the key point for a while.

"What are you talking about?"

Johnson's voice came from the door, and there was someone next to him, Ryan.

They met outside the abandoned factory and rushed over together.

"We're talking about the paintings of the first saint." Cave said, "You guys are pretty fast, not much slower than me."

"That's why no one is chasing us." Johnson spread his hands.

Maybe they had overestimated the Little Gist family before. After coming out of Eve's Mansion, they only ran one street before they could no longer see the security guards behind them. I don't know whether to say that they were too fast or that the people of the Little Gist family were too weak.

The highlight of tonight's painting robbery is not the robbery, but how to escape.

According to their previous assumptions, it was easy to steal the painting but difficult to escape. After all, the entire Old Mondo City was the territory of the Little Gist family. Johnson was ready to perform a magical version of Fast and Furious for his friends in this city. However, he was thrown away before he even started to exert his strength or even took out his magic wand.

Not satisfying at all.

Eleanor suddenly said, "Could it be that they saw through our tactics and went to capture Teacher Tony?"

Everyone: "?"

"broken!"

Kev slapped his head and said, "If you put it that way, it's possible."

Five of the six people were not chased, but the remaining one was in trouble.

"What do you mean, should we go and pick him up?" Johnson asked.

Kev glanced at his watch and said, "Wait another ten minutes. If no one comes, we will go and help."

There is still some way to go out of the city from the abandoned factory area, so they must hurry, otherwise once the Little Gist family gets impatient and blocks the road, it will not be so easy to escape.

"help?"

"No need to help!"

As soon as Cave finished speaking, Tony appeared at the factory door with the painting, his nose raised high and a proud look on his face.

"I'll do the work, you can rest assured!"

"Is the painting okay?"

"What do you say?"

Tony held the painting up to his chest: "Intact!"

"Okay, okay!" Kev cheered up, "Let's go, let's get out of the city first!"

He immediately led everyone to the place where the car was hidden.

The people are back, and the "goods" are also here. What follows is a race with the Little Gista family in terms of communication and errand efficiency.

He bet two sandwiches that the Little Gistards couldn’t stop him!

One minute later.

The old commercial vehicle, which had traveled all the way from Verne and filled up its tank again, rushed onto the road like a sports car and sped towards the highway intersection.

In the car, Johnson was still bragging about business with Tony.

He looked at the painting from left to right. It was indeed well-preserved. He couldn't help but say, "I really underestimated you. Even with so many people chasing you, the painting remained intact."

Tony said cheerfully: "You are not bad either. You got to the factory faster than me."

Ryan asked, "Didn't they ask the Great Magician to catch you?"

"They'd like to," Tony snorted, "but first, they need to catch up with me."

"No matter how fast the Great Magician is, he still needs someone to report him. And those rookies didn't even last 30 seconds before I left them behind. They couldn't even see my taillights, so how could they report him?"

From this we can see that if you want to get involved in life, the most important thing is to run fast.

"." Eleanor curled her lips, "I thought you were going to be taken care of by the Little Gist family. After all this time, it turns out that no one is pursuing you."

"Who said that?" Tony retorted immediately, "Does chasing for half a block not count as chasing? They just can't keep up."

"Come on." Eleanor said, "The Little Gist family is a baronial family. They may not have many great magicians, but they definitely have enough rank six magicians. If they really wanted to catch you, would they just send a group of security guards to chase you?"

Just like her, Sean, Cave and others, if there were no wizards of level six or above blocking their way, no one would chase them.

Kev was concentrating on racing and didn't say anything, but Ryan, who was usually taciturn, said, "Why does it sound a little weird?"

"There are six of us in total, with five escape routes. If they're not chasing you or us, then who are they chasing?"

Johnson seemed to understand something, his eyes widened slightly: "Could they let us run away on purpose?"

"Not good!" Sean reacted quickly, "Check if there is a tracker on the painting!"

It would be really fun if the enemy was on the third floor and guessed that they would eventually reunite and run away after escaping separately, and used the paintings to locate their positions in real time in order to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Even though they have a large number of people, they are all "newbies". The Little Gist family only needs to send out a great magician to wipe them out.

"Give me the painting, I'll do it!" Eleanor said anxiously.

No one on the team is better than her at checking items like locators and cameras.

The car was still speeding, already exceeding the speed limit by 50%.

The people in the car kept quiet and didn't disturb Eleanor.

A few minutes later, the girl gave a relieved answer.

“No locator.”

"you sure?"

"determine."

"That's good."

Tony let out a long sigh and thought to himself, I scared you.

He was busy running away and hadn't checked if there was anything hidden in the physical layer of the painting. If there really was a locator or something like that and he didn't find it and brought the painting back with him, he would be blamed.

But Sean still felt something was wrong and frowned.

“Why would they give us the painting if there was no locator?”

This is not just a problem with the painting, the behavior of the Little Gist family is also strange.

The two things combined made it hard for Sean not to think too much.

"Maybe they didn't want to be painted, but they just didn't react?" Cave said.

The closer you are to your own territory, the easier it is to be careless, which is a mistake many people make.

What's more, all the great magicians are high-ranking figures. It is impossible for them to have nothing to do and serve as security at a ball. It is normal that they cannot arrive at the scene in time.

"No, that's impossible." Sean shook his head, disagreeing with Cave's idea.

After being tricked by Quill at the motel, Sean learned a lesson: never think of your enemies as being too stupid, and never underestimate their power. Behind all seemingly stupid actions, there are often bigger traps and conspiracies.

Tony was not happy to see Sean frowning and thinking. He felt that this guy was pretending to be profound.

"Then tell me, what is their conspiracy and how are they setting us up?"

Before Sean could answer, Kev, who was driving, said, "Whatever the condom is, it's useless."

"Look out the window."

In the thick night, there are guardrails receding rapidly and mountains in the distance.

Driving at a speed that seemed like Cave was committing insurance fraud, they had already driven onto the highway and successfully left the old city of Mondo.

"Now that we are gone, the paintings are still in our hands."

Cave said: "Unless a great magician above rank eight uses space magic to teleport us here, no one can catch us."

Space magic?

Cave had mentioned these words before when discussing how to grab the painting.

Then I remembered that Cave said the painting contained magic power far beyond the sixth level.