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

Johnson laughed: "Hahahaha I know, it's just a joke."

"This joke is not funny at all." Eleanor rolled her eyes. She even dared to make fun of Mr. Black. It was so disrespectful.

"So what should we do now?" Ryan, who rarely speaks, asked, "Should we take a detour?"

"Detour?"

"It doesn't exist." When Tony heard that the painting to be exhibited at the ball was painted by the first generation saint, he became excited and got up from his seat, saying excitedly: "That is Mr. Black's relic. What does this mean?"

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

Tony raised his voice: "Money, and glory!"

Everyone: “?

They understood money, and Mr. Black's things must be worth a lot of money, but what the hell was glory?

Tony snorted: "You really have no awareness at all."

"I'm asking you, is the collection room in Mr. Black's villa empty?"

"Are there a lot of tasks to find treasures in the church's task list?"

"What does this mean?"

"This means that so far, no valuables belonging to Mr. Black have been found."

"If we can get this painting and bring it back, we will be the first team to help Mr. Blake. So many people couldn't do it, but we did it. What an honor it is!"

"If Mr. Black knew about this in heaven, he would surely thank us."

Sean:

No, why was he sent to heaven again?

"I think your emphasis is on the word 'money'?" Eleanor said with disdain, "You speak so eloquently, but I never see you looking for it."

Tony was immediately unhappy: "What do you mean, do I look like someone who only cares about money?"

Kev: “Isn’t it?”

After spending a few days together, everyone got to know each other better. If it weren't for the 500 million worth of gold coins, who would risk their life to assassinate the saint?

"Of course not." Tony said confidently, "Adults never make choices. I have more than just money in my mind, I also have magic power!"

Everyone: “?

All of them, right?

"Hasn't Kev found out everything?" Tony said, "That painting has an enlightening effect on all wizards below rank seven. This is a rare opportunity to enhance the depth of meditation through external forces. Aren't you tempted?"

Cave Four:

...

That's naturally exciting.

Sean was still a little confused: "Did I remember it wrong? I remembered that meditation is completely up to you?"

This is somewhat in conflict with his long-standing understanding of mysticism.

In his mind, meditation is a very "personal" matter and no one should be able to help anyone else.

"You remember correctly," Cave said, "there is really no one who can help others meditate."

"Except Mr. Black."

The founder of their temple, Mr. Carl Black, is above the tenth level, unprecedented and unrivaled. Even the basic laws of mysticism were mostly compiled and summarized by Mr. Black and many scholars. What's wrong with violating them?

Those who make the rules are often not bound by them. This saying applies to the political world as much as it does to the occult.

This is not Mr. Black being secretive, but those above the tenth level have already left the realm of "mortals" and embarked on the path of divinity. How can the rules of the mortal world possibly restrain gods?

Not to mention just giving inspiration to other wizards, even turning an ordinary person into a great magician is theoretically possible.

Sean finally learned something new: "Oh."

It turns out I’m so awesome.

"How about this? We are a team. To be fair, let's vote on whether to go to the ball or not. How about that?" Tony said, "As long as the votes don't exceed half, we will go directly to the Pilgrimage City as planned."

As he spoke, he raised his hand first, and then continued:

"Please raise your hands if you agree to vote."

After hesitating for a moment, Cave decided to give it a try.

Anyway, there is no time limit for this mission. If they can gain more magic power through the aristocratic ball, their chances of sneaking into the Hesinla Palace and assassinating the saint will be higher.

Ryan and Johnson remained silent.

Obviously, they don't want to cause any trouble.

Assassinating the saint is difficult enough in itself. If something goes wrong in the process of stealing the painting and they are recognized, which puts the enemy on guard, they may not even be able to enter the Holy City of the Vatican.

Two votes to two votes, so the final decision fell to Sean and Eleanor.

Tony and others were looking at them.

"Don't look at me, I'm fine." Eleanor said.

The implication is that she listens to Sean.

Sean’s idea was simple: “Go!”

Of course I want to go.

Even if the painting had nothing to do with money or honor, he would still find a way to sneak into the ball and take a look.

Because it was originally his thing.

Now that Cave told him that the painting could enhance magic power, he had to go even more.

Sean remembered that Sopea said that since meditation is a spiritual matter, it is equivalent to a special memory that can bring out a "new world". In theory, as long as they make a breakthrough in the "new world", their magic power in the real world will also increase.

You know, he is only at the third level now, which is still far from the previous tenth level. If he doesn't work harder, let alone Olya and Dalely, he may not even be able to deal with his sister-in-law.

The reason why he didn't follow Elvira to the Seraph family was because of this reason.

If Deilly was also reshaped and recognized him, then his more than 100 pounds might have to be left to the Seraph family - in every sense of the word.

"Then go ahead." Eleanor raised her hand.

To be honest, putting aside the improvement of magic power and bounty, she was personally quite interested in the painting because the First Saint and Mr. Black were lovers, and paintings given to lovers as gifts were usually portraits, which meant that the painting was likely to record Mr. Black's true appearance. She had long wanted to see the face of this legendary man to see if he was as handsome as described in the book.

"Okay, okay, four votes to two, I suggest we set off immediately!" Tony said excitedly, and gave Sean a look: Good boy, I was right about you, at least in terms of courage, you have my recognition!

Sean didn't bother to pay attention to him.

If he really looks like him in that painting, I wonder who would recognize whom.

"Let's go, let's go into the city!" Tony urged.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry." Johnson said with a headache, "The traffic is still stuck."

Although he and Ryan did not agree to steal the painting, since everyone wanted to go, they would not sell out their teammates. However, the cars on the road would not give them face and the traffic was blocked as usual.

The traffic jam lasted from noon to afternoon, and until almost dinner time, everyone finally passed the toll booth and entered the old city of Mondo.

"Sean and I will go to the hotel to book a room. You guys go check out the place and meet up at the Flame Dance Bar in the city center." Eleanor divided the work among everyone. Although she is young, she has a bit of leadership style when she puts on airs.

"Wait, why are you the ones going to get a room?" Johnson asked.

"It's very simple." Eleanor said, "Because Sean's rank is not as high as yours, I don't feel safe letting him go to check out the place.

The organizer of this ball in the north is the Little Gist family, the administrator of the old Mondo city. As one of the direct vassal families of the Vatican, the Little Gist family is only a baron family and their title is not as high as the Flores family, but in terms of real strength, they are not inferior to any viscount family.

So scouting the location is risky. If you are discovered, not only can you not take the paintings away, you may not even be able to escape.

"I can understand why Sean doesn't want to go, but why don't you go too?" Johnson seemed to be very dissatisfied with this.

Eleanor replied as a matter of course: "Because I want to protect him."

"If you say so, I can protect him." Johnson said to Sean, "Come on, I'll go to the hotel with you and get a room."

Sean:

"?

Don't, don't, don't.

"You should go check it out."

Even though it was a formal hotel room, it still felt weird to be with a man.

So, after being decisively rejected by the person involved, Johnson had to look at Sean with resentment, and got out of the car with Tony and Ryan and turned right.

As soon as the three of them left, the car suddenly became quiet.

"Can you drive?" Eleanor asked.

Sean said honestly, "No."

Eleanor thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll do it."

She said as she got into the driver's seat: "Although I don't know how to do it, but I've ridden a broom before, so it should be similar."

Sean:

"?

No, it's a lot different!

But before Sean could speak to stop her, Eleanor had already stepped on the accelerator and followed the navigation straight to the hotel.

Half an hour later.

The two arrived at the hotel parking lot "safely".

Sean was terrified all the way, afraid that Eleanor would drive the car onto the sidewalk.

But in fact, Eleanor drove very steadily. There were several times on the road when she seemed to be about to collide with others, but she did it on purpose.

"I'm just kidding. I actually have a driver's license." After getting off the car, Eleanor teased Sean's frightened look with a smile, "Look how scared you are."

Sean didn't believe it at all: "Don't make excuses for your poor technique."

"If you don't believe me, forget it." Eleanor hummed softly, then smiled again. She hummed a little tune and pulled Sean to the hotel lobby. "Let's go. The elevator is this way."

She seemed to be in a good mood.

Sean didn't ask.

He is in a good mood too.

After all, you can be lazy legally.

It is very tiring to sit in a car for a long time. Who would want to go out and check out the sights when you can just stay in the hotel and rest?

They booked two suites in total. As soon as they entered the room, Sean collapsed on the bed, ready to pose to relax his body. However, before he could stretch his limbs, Eleanor pulled him up.

"Hey, don't be so lazy."

"Ah?"

Sean asked in confusion: "Aren't we here to get a room?"

Now that the room is ready, it's time to rest.

"It's not that simple." Eleanor took out two detectors from the suitcase and threw one to Sean.

"You take care of the living room, and I'll take care of the bedroom."

You need to rest, and Eleanor also wants to rest, but before resting, you have to check the room first.

"So cautious--." Sean thought, he seemed to have never paid attention to this aspect?

Eleanor spread her hands and said, "I can't help it. I was forced by the Vatican."

Their enemies are everywhere in the world. If they want to survive, they must be more careful in everything.

It turns out that Eleanor was right.

Sean actually found a pinhole camera next to the light panel on the ceiling of the living room, with the word "91" printed on it.

I don’t know which gentleman it belongs to.

After cleaning the room, Sean and Eleanor took a short rest and then went to the Flame Dance Bar.