There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"Did you see that just now? Mrs. Seaman... and those black paintings, they look really creepy."

"too frightening!"

"They all say it's the curse of His Majesty... black."

"Scatter! Don't gather here! The road ahead is blocked!"

Suddenly, a group of military police emerged from behind the crowd and divided the crowd precisely as if they had rehearsed it in advance.

"The art museum is closed to the public today! Don't get stuck here!"

Hearing these extremely overbearing words, a small burst of dissatisfied voices suddenly erupted from the bustling crowd, most of whom were employees of this art museum.

No one would be happy if they lost a day's salary for no reason.

"Tell Count Joseph that the damage to the gallery will be paid for by the gendarmerie."

Before they could protest for long, a tall man walked out of the gendarmerie. With just a quick glance, his eyes stopped the noise of the crowd.

"Yes, Captain Loris."

The military police nearby took the order and walked aside to contact the owner of the art gallery.

After giving a few casual instructions, Loris led his team into the art gallery.

As a private art gallery, the scale of this venue is somewhat unbelievable. It displays many works of famous artists, which shows the owner's love for it.

"By the way, did you get the phone number of the lady who lost the necklace last time? Her daughter is the editor-in-chief of 'Twin Towers Art'."

Looking sideways at the military police beside him, Loris said meaningfully.

The military police nodded and took out his communicator.

"Please ask her to reserve a space in the new issue to introduce... well, introduce Mrs. Seaman's posthumous works."

Volume 8: Chapter 16: The Witch King's Painting

"Introduction...how do I say it?"

Loris's words made the military police feel troubled, and he hesitated to press the communicator in his hand.

Mrs. Ximan's death was extremely strange. If they hadn't been sure that there was nothing strange around, he would almost have thought it was some kind of supernatural event.

I'm painting myself to death...

No one would believe this.

"Let the critics use their imaginations; isn't that what they do best?"

Admiring the artworks around him, Loris waved his hand nonchalantly: "Mrs. Seaman worked so hard on her new work, but unfortunately, she sacrificed her life for art due to overwork..."

"Her final work deserves every word of praise."

Stopping in front of a painting dominated by black, Loris looked at it intently: "Unfortunately, as the work is unfinished, according to the lady's wishes, this great work will not be exhibited to the public."

The painting in front of him was extremely exquisite. Even though he was just a rough man, he could still see some of the famous principles from it.

Under the dark night, there are many unknown secrets hidden. This is an excellent work, but unfortunately...

Perhaps because she knew she was going to die soon, Mrs. Seaman wrote down too many things that should not have appeared.

So this work can only be hidden.

Perhaps a hundred years from now, when power changes, it will be brought up again as one of the reasons for criticism, but now, it should not appear in the world.

"My only hope is that His Majesty's name will not be mentioned in the article at all."

Reaching out and picking up the wet towel beside him, Loris put some moisture on his fingertips, then pressed his fingers on the head of a person in the painting and gently applied it.

The painting, before the paint had dried, was "destroyed" by Loris, leaving a discordant bad spot on it, but...

Maybe this is protection.

Selectively ignoring his boss's little tricks, the military police honestly wrote down the official words the other party had just said, and prepared to go find that reporter later.

Just as the military police was about to put pen to paper, a female voice came from behind him.

"Then do you think... there are other reasons for Mrs. Seaman's death?"

"Who! Who allowed you to come in!"

The seemingly honest military police immediately drew the sword at his waist, turned around and pointed the sword at the woman who suddenly broke in.

An Elafian woman.

The moment he saw the man's face clearly, the gendarme's hands began to tremble, his face instantly turned red, and he immediately put the sword that was pointing at the opponent back into the scabbard at his waist.

"Wait, you are Candle...Candle..."

"Since my retirement, this title awarded by the Knights of Casimir no longer technically belongs to me."

With a professional smile on her face, Viviana walked in from the gate blocked by the gendarmerie.

Looking at the blushing military police who looked like they had seen a star, Viviana didn't expect to meet her fans in Leithania.

"I don't care what those Casimirs think!"

"A few years ago, when they put you on ice, I wrote several letters of complaint to the Sanhua Knights! Later, when I learned that you had retired, I drank alone for several days without telling the captain..."

The expression on his face gradually changed from anger to sadness and loss. He felt sorry for what happened to Viviana, but he didn't notice that Loris, who had been so cheerful just now, was now frowning.

"So this is why you were slacking off lately... For the sake of your honor, I won't pursue the matter for now."

Reaching out and pushing the embarrassing subordinate aside, Loris walked forward and nodded to Viviana as a greeting.

"Greetings, His Excellency Viscount Loris Bolding."

After easily telling the name of the person in front of her, Viviana looked at the things placed behind the other person.

It was a painting, a black painting.

"Pim, pass the word down. This beautiful lady is the only guest in the gallery today. Everyone should go outside and guard her. Don't disturb her."

Patting the gendarme on the shoulder, Loris found a random excuse to kick this star-chasing guy out.

There was a hint of reluctance on Pim's face, but an idol was just an idol after all, and he was not crazy enough to sacrifice his life for the other person.

It was Letania who paid his salary, not Viviana.

Pim ran out of the door happily and took the opportunity to send a message to that editor-in-chief, repeating his captain's words word for word.

"When Ms. Lowenstein greeted me, I hadn't imagined that Her Majesty the Queen would have such a special messenger by her side."

"Please don't make it public."

"Don't worry, but... it's just a small incident. How could it alarm the Queen's secret envoy?"

Shaking his head to indicate that he was not a big mouth, Loris glanced at the girl in front of him curiously.

In his opinion, girls of this age should be in school instead of investigating cases.

However, when he thought of the other party's identity as the Queen's Voice, he was instantly relieved.

He was personally appointed by the emperor. Even if he came here to gild his reputation, it has nothing to do with him. The two sides are not in the same system, so why is he so curious?

"Is it a surprise? Is this the result of the military police's investigation? Or is it the maid's statement?"

Looking at the words behind Loris, Viviana asked.

What Loris said was slightly different from the information she had received. She only heard the names of two people from the other party, a dead man and the dead man's maid.

But as far as she knew, there should be a third person present.

Did he not know? Or was he deliberately hiding it?

"The forensic doctor has examined Mrs. Seaman and confirmed that she died suddenly from overwork. According to her maid, she worked without sleep or food for several days in order to complete this work."

"Such perseverance is rare even in Leithania. It's truly admirable..."

Even he couldn't help but admire this artist who dedicated himself to art.

Just ask yourself, how many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for the things they love?

Even between lovers, they probably have to think carefully about it, right?

No! Ignoring Luo Linlis's emotion, Wei Wei gathered her thoughts for a moment and walked forward to look at the strange painting. Her eyes were unconsciously attracted by the lines on it.

It was a man, a man in a black robe. Even though his face was blurred, the crown on his head revealed his identity.

Below the man stood two tiny figures, their swords crossed and pointed at the throne.

"The Death of the Witch-King... Did you already have the title in mind before you started painting it?"

Looking at that taboo name, Viviana's brows couldn't help but twitch twice.

Are today's artists so courageous?

The Witch King is painted as if he were a decent person, while the two queens look extremely small.

It is obvious who this painting is praising.

"I suppose you haven't spent much time in Leithania."

Loris stepped forward and explained to Viviana, "In Leitania, there are countless works related to Her Majesty. There are hundreds of operas that depict the miraculous victories of the two queens."

"This is my negligence..."

"Haha! In Leithania, creativity is free. This is probably... the result of Mrs. He-Man expressing her true feelings."

Smiling awkwardly, Loris wanted to move away from this sensitive topic. After all, the shadow cast by the Witch King in Letania was too deep. Only a few decades had passed, but the residual power was still there.

Outsiders can talk about it, but they can't.

"So, you came here..."

Wow!

Before Loris could finish his words, the window beside him suddenly exploded, and several pitifully weak musical spells were thrown in, but before the spells could take effect, they were annihilated by the darkness.

"Attack?"

Taking her hand back, Viviana looked out the window in confusion.

If it's an attack, isn't the spell strength too low?

But if it wasn't an attack, why bother conceding two goals?

"Ma'am... please stay where you are."

Loris next to him reacted quickly and walked out with a gloomy face.

"I can help you."

"No need for that. They're probably just two drunk idiots testing out their new staffs. You know, there's always room for troublemakers like that."

After saying this, without waiting for Viviana's response, Loris quickly walked out the door.

PS: Two updates today, I would like to say a belated Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone. Did you all eat mooncakes?

Are you eating crispy mooncakes or snowy mooncakes? (Devil's Whisper)

Volume 8: Chapter 17: I Remember I Warned You

Little thug?

Not necessarily?

Looking at Loris's back as he walked away quickly, Viviana looked at him suspiciously, then walked to the window and looked down through the gap.

There were two people running wildly on the street in the distance, followed by a group of gendarmes. They really looked like the gangsters that Loris had mentioned.

Retracting her gaze, Viviana began to observe the internal structure of the art gallery, trying her best to guess the answer.

The reason she came here was because she got news about Arturo from Brent, and her father, Werner, was now seriously ill, and her condition was very similar to Mrs. Seaman's.

The common point between the two is that they both once treated Arturo as a guest of honor.

And according to Talina, this person seems to have a lot of criminal records.

Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, so what about three or four times?

From Lateran to Leithania, if she believed this coincidence, she could resign from the position of Queen's Voice.

As for how Talina got the news about Arturo...

Cough!

Thanks to Ms. Angel for the friendly reminder!