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Chapter 122: Bone Broth Noodles Pre-Ordering…

You’re too ugly!

Too ugly!

Ugly!

Ugly!

…

Dennise’s crisp voice echoed through the embassy hall, as the knight within the giant painting had his hand frozen midair, and the air itself seemed to solidify at this moment.

Huff, huff.

Heavy breathing rose as the knight’s body trembled repeatedly, and blood sprayed from his blurred face as if he were spewing blood.

Then, in anger, he drew his long sword, about to stab Dennise from within the painting.

But a broad-bladed, short-handled machete was faster.

Schlick!

A top-down slash directly split the giant painting in two.

The knight’s figure in the painting trembled a few times, then lost its liveliness.

But,

it wasn’t over.

The attendants standing behind the knight caught fire at this moment. They raised their heads, looking over the canvas at Jason and Dennise hiding behind him, as grimaces gradually emerged within their hollow eyes.

Then, they reached out their hands.

Schlick, schlick.

They were like air currents, yet pitch black.

As if they were branches, or perhaps vines.

As soon as these hands appeared, they surged toward Jason and Dennise in layers upon layers.

Bang!

Creak, creak!

Bang!

The Winchester Brothers fired two shots in succession, but the bullets passed right through these hands, utterly ineffective. Without hesitation, Jason released the grip of his gun and rapidly completed a hand seal, about to activate “Protection Against Evil”.

Whoosh!

Flame!

A fierce red flame appeared out of nowhere over the pitch-black hands.

Sss!

In an instant, all the hands were scorched.

Along with that giant oil painting.

Tap, tap tap.

Gerard walked over, with flames still burning on his left palm. Even at a slight distance, Jason could still feel the high temperature of the flame.

But, to Gerard, it seemed to be non-existent.

“One of the secret techniques I have mastered.”

“If you want to learn, I’ll teach you afterward,” Gerard said with a smile to his cousin. Then he looked down at the ashes on the ground and his face instantaneously darkened.

He certainly recognized what had just transpired.

A Painting Charm!

A favorite trick of marsh witches.

To seal an Evil Spirit within a painting, lure ordinary people inside, and use them as nourishment.

However, a normal Painting Charm is not adept at attacking, yet this Painting Charm…

Bowing his head, Gerard was deep in thought.

The surrounding attendants had already encircled the place, and after confirming Gerard was unharmed, they began to

As they approached, a fragrance wafted over.

It wasn’t just the smell of perfume.

There was also the scent of face powder.

Hmm…

Jason took a serious look, noting that the other party had also applied lipstick.

Beneath the intense mix of scents, the aroma of the food seemed to be obscured.

It faded with the wind’s breath.

“It’s not him.”

“But he was in contact with the food just now.”

“Is it that Carol Klara?”

Jason speculated.

But the Duke’s eldest son, having been apprised of what had just happened, cried out in alarm.

“Good heavens!”

“The painting actually hid a Painted Creature?!”

The Duke’s eldest son pulled out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, his face showing horror, then he furrowed his brows and asked, “Lord Gerard, do you know how it appeared here?”

Such words caused Jason to frown in secret.

It seemed as if he was accusing Gerard.

Although the embassy had seen such incidents and Gerard bore some negligence, the other party, having resided here for some time, clearly had more suspicion.

However, ‘Fort Swallow,’ which was keen on the union, shouldn’t speak like this.

While waiting just now, Dennise ran about erratically, and Jason had been listening to a more detailed introduction of ‘Fort Swallow’ from Gerard.

As Jason was puzzled, a smell of blood suddenly filled the air.

Everyone looked towards the direction from which the scent of blood was emanating—

Blood was streaming continuously from the nose of the Duke’s son.

The white handkerchief had already turned red.

Blood began to flow from his eyes and ears as well.

But he was completely unaware.

Clutching the bloodied handkerchief and with a face covered in blood, he revealed a restrained smile.

“Is there something wrong with me?”