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1388 The Woman in the Painting

 Not long after, Angel felt spatial fluctuations at the node.

As the halo flickered, a figure with strange proportions stepped out of the halo gracefully.

Angel had previously thought why there were strange curves of "heavy head" and "light feet" in the light and shadow. It was only after the visitor came out that he suddenly understood.

This is a woman whose age is indistinguishable, who wears heavy makeup and is extremely elegant, and is dressed in an extremely elegant manner.

Not to mention the exquisite dress embroidered with magic patterns, it was probably her hair accessories that caught Angel's attention the most.

Her hair is dark brown and very long, but it is not spread out. Instead, it is tied in an extremely exaggerated style on the top of her head. With the magic jewelry, it looks like a magical forest with many mountains.

Yes, a mountain forest was built with hair.

The size of the hair forest is at least three times larger than her face, which is why the proportions look very weird under the light and shadow.

Moreover, in this hair forest, there are various flower demons swaying in and out of it, and bright butterflies are flapping their wings, just like a real forest.

As the lady walked elegantly, a scent of forest after rain hit her nostrils.

"Are you the Master of Illusion?" His delicately repaired eyebrows were slightly raised, and an aura slowly invaded Sanders. However, before this aura could reach Sanders, it was blown away by a gust of cold wind.

"The strength is really strong." She whispered softly.

Turning her head, she looked at Angel again, looking up and down for a long time: "Are you the alchemist Natasha said? I wonder what your name is?"

From the momentum between her and Sanders just now, Angel could feel that this woman was very powerful.

You may even have embarked on the road to true knowledge!

Faced with such a powerful witch, Angel couldn't avoid it. He lowered his head, made a bow, and announced his name.

"Angel... this name is very familiar." A glint flashed in her eyes, how could she not be familiar with this name? This was the name spoken by Isabel, the King of Darkness.

What's more, according to Isabel, the man named Angel came into contact with the mysterious field. If Isabel hadn't cut him off midway, perhaps Angel would have been a mysterious alchemist!

"So it's you." She recalled what Natasha said before. She was still a little doubtful at first, but now, this doubt has dissipated.

If it is Angel, Natasha said that he has an alchemical weapon that can clear out the undead, then that is possible.

Angel: "Do you know me?"

"I've heard that, I am now half an alchemist. I hope I can communicate with you if I have the opportunity." She nodded gently to Angel, her tone a little more relaxed than when she faced Sanders.

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After hearing her introduce herself as an alchemist, Angel already had a name popping up in his mind.

"Are you Kimberly?" Sanders looked at her.

She nodded: "Yes, I am Kimberly."

"It's slightly different from the portrait I saw at Lilith House." Sanders said lightly.

After Kimberly heard the name of 'Lilith's House', a dim light filled with complex emotions flashed in her eyes, but soon she frowned and lowered her head to cover up the emotions in her eyes.

Kimberly: "I have long heard that Lilith House has a close relationship with Magic Island, but I never expected that Kanter would be so close that he would show my portrait for others to see."

Sanders: "Kante just hung your portrait in his room, and anyone who comes in can see it."

Kimberly's pupils shrank, she paused slightly, turned her head and breathed a sigh of relief: "I won't talk about irrelevant topics now. I already have a general understanding of your trespassing into Castle Black, and now it's time to talk about your reasons for coming.

"

It was a fact that he was trespassing. Although there was a reason for it, Sanders did not intend to argue. He just asked: "You can make the decision?"

Kimberly: "Lady Isabel is temporarily unable to escape because of something, so now I can fully represent the will of Castle Black."

"Where's Isabella?"

When the name Isabella was mentioned, a trace of disdain flashed in Kimberly's eyes, but after all, Isabella is the real person in charge of Castle Black now. After a long while, she replied: "She is also with Lord Isabel at the moment."

Having said this, Sanders stopped asking any more questions and said directly: "We came to Castle Black to find Greia."

"Then what?"

"Greya is not from Castle Black. We don't need to explain to you what we are looking for her, right?" Sanders paused, "Of course, you must know, but this is about Grea's business."

Are you sure you want to hear some secrets?"

They came to Greya with only two things, one was about Toby, and the other was that Sanders had promised Greya to help her find her body.

There is no harm in telling the story about Toby. However, regarding the matter of retrieving the body, it is related to Greya’s biggest secret. Sanders doesn’t know what the consequences will be if she tells it; but Black Castle will find Greya.

He must have come to help with something. If his relationship with Greia is damaged because of this, Castle Black will also suffer losses.

Sure enough, after Sanders said this, Kimberly didn't dare to ask again.

It's a secret related to Grea, and if her persistence in delving into it causes Grea to leave Castle Black, it will definitely be a loss that outweighs the gain.

Kimberly and Sanders suddenly became relatively silent. When the atmosphere gradually turned awkward, the nodes behind them fluctuated again.

A woman wearing an elegant long dress stepped out of the node.

As soon as the newcomer stepped out of the node, he stood next to Kimberly and bowed to Angel and Sanders at the same time.

This woman was no stranger to them, she was the Natasha who left before. However, at that time Natasha's clothes had turned into rags, and many places that should not have been exposed were exposed; now Natasha is

She changed into a skirt, and also laid out the simulated skin on the right half of her body. Apparently she went back and not only changed her skirt, but also changed her power source.

Natasha let her hair down. She looked very smart when it was tied on her head before, but now she looked more like a lady.

"Mrs. Kimberly, I have sent someone to notify the Queen, but I haven't received a reply yet." Natasha whispered.

"Where's Greya?" Kimberly asked.

"They are in the ice cave on the sixth floor, and they can't send the news yet." Natasha replied.

Kimberly pondered for a moment, then raised her head and looked at Sanders: "Greya is currently conducting an experiment with Felicia and is temporarily unavailable."

Sanders: "I don't mind waiting."

Kimberly looked deeply at Sanders, then slowly glanced in the direction of Angel, seeming to have made up her mind: "In that case, let's take a break in Castle Black."

Following Kimberly's decision, Natasha immediately retreated to the node, communicated with the opposite node, and opened up multi-person teleportation.

After confirming that it is correct, the node is opened immediately.

Kimberly stepped into the node first and disappeared, while Natasha bowed to Sanders and Angel and said, "Please follow me."

Natasha took Angel and Sanders into the space node.

As the halo faded away, they appeared in a bright crypt. On the side of the crypt, there were two witch apprentices wearing wizard robes. They lowered their heads and observed the situation of nodes in various areas of Castle Black. After seeing

When Sanders and others were waiting, they stood up and saluted, then continued what they were doing.

Natasha: "Mrs. Kimberly is already waiting in the lobby in front."

Natasha walked forward as she spoke. When her eyes glanced at Angel, Natasha jumped over. For some reason, she had always felt like a light on her back. Later, she secretly observed and found out that it was Angel.

Geer was watching her.

And this kind of gaze has not stopped until now.

Natasha was a little embarrassed, but she didn't know how to react. After all, the other party just stared at her and made no other actions.

Natasha thought to herself, just pretend she didn't see him, but the more she thought like this, the more her thoughts went there. Several questions kept echoing in her mind, why was he looking at her? It was because she had changed

To dress up? Or does he actually have other intentions?

The more Natasha thought about it, the stiffer her movements became.

Later, even Sanders noticed the situation here. Sanders glanced at Angel lightly, and a spiritual tie silently built a bridge with Angel.

"Is this what you like?" Sanders' voice was very calm. Angel turned around and found that his expression was also very serious, but inexplicably, Angel noticed Sanders' subtle expression.

There was a trace of teasing and ridicule in his eyes.

"No." Angel said through the telekinesis system.

"Your gaze is already so revealing, why don't you say you don't?"

Angel shook his head: "I didn't mean anything else, I just thought she looked familiar... Tutor, don't you think she looks a lot like the woman in the painting now?"

That woman in the painting? Sanders glanced at Natasha and immediately realized what Angel was referring to.

It was the woman who appeared on the last page of the record book that Hua Queque drew.

They had confirmed before that Hua Queque should take the initiative to leave the deep well, but the person who took Hua Queque away was a woman in a skirt.

When he first met Natasha, she looked very embarrassed, her clothes were damaged, and her mechanical body was bursting with sparks. Angel didn't think about that at all.

But after combing his hair and changing his skirt, Angel felt strangely familiar.

So, he kept observing Natasha and found that her back was very similar to the back in the painting of sparrows.

However, Angel didn't dare to confirm. After all, the brushstrokes of Hua Que Que's paintings were still too immature, and they were still two-dimensional paintings that could not overlap with the three-dimensional world.


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