There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

This was the first time that Talina felt that Exia was reliable.

"Well... come out, Miss Arturo. Now that we've lured them away, it's time to meet them."

The shadows spread out, blocking all visible gaps, and Viviana looked up at the side door.

There she was, feeling the breath of another person.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

After his location was revealed, Arturo, who was hiding there, did not continue to hide, but walked out openly.

Her long black hair was draped over her back, and with only two or three shades of red on her body, she looked out of place in this world.

"Mrs. Seaman's last work, a masterpiece wrought with great effort, yet the meaning behind it remains unknown..."

Coming to the painting, Arturo looked at the crude imitation and a scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"you mean..."

"It's fake. In other words, it's a forgery."

Arturo easily exposed the crude imitation in front of him and pointed in the direction he had just walked.

"They're really there. These are just baits to attract vulgar people. They need them."

"Well, Ms. Viviana, may I address you as such?"

Arturo's dignified smile and proper manners made her look like a noble, and it was impossible to associate her with a wanted criminal.

"can."

"Well, do you have the courage to go in? There are so many sounds in there. I think your doubts can be answered."

"How to provoke generals?"

"It's just a sincere invitation..."

Listening to what Arturo said, Viviana looked at her intently.

"I heard about you from others when I was in Shi Tongling before."

"Really? I don't think that's a good thing."

Arturo, who had a clear understanding of himself, smiled and said: "Different desires naturally lead to disagreements. Some people hate me to the core, while others, at their last moments, ask me to play so that they can see images of their past. For example..."

"Your father."

"I'll talk to you about this later."

"I'll wait, but there's one thing I must tell you beforehand. Mr. Walter is dying, and I don't think he's told you that."

"I'll go and verify it. Now, take me in."

When Viviana heard the name of Walter from Arturo, her face instantly turned cold.

This was her family affair, and it was obviously inappropriate for an outsider like Arturo to bring it up and show it off.

But Arturo was not so aware. He chuckled and walked into the house where he had just hidden.

Viviana became alert, placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and with her left hand a candlestick appeared as if by magic.

A white candle with a hint of gray appeared on the candlestick. There was a light dust on the clear yellow candlestick, and it was obvious that it had been idle for a long time.

With a light tap of her finger on the candlestick, Viviana's Originium skills began to be cast along with this special spell equipment. The fuse on the candle was ignited, and a faint flame appeared on it.

The movement of walking can cause the small flame to swing greatly, but it still stands stubbornly in Viviana's hand.

Arturo may have been wronged, but she must have other purposes. She must have some tricks up her sleeve to be able to escape the pursuit of the Vatican in Laterano. It's always a good idea to be more vigilant.

Besides, the other party had indeed entered and left the manor at night. No matter what her intentions were, such behavior was unforgivable.

But before that, wait until you finish reading it.

Holding the candlestick, Viviana walked into the room where Arturo was hiding.

The room was very spacious, and there was a scent of paint everywhere. There were many paintings placed around, on the walls, on the floor, on the windows...

There are paintings with dark colors hanging on the walls.

But what caught her eye the most was the painting that took up half the wall, the real...

Death of the Witch-King!

In addition to the original content on the canvas, some strange lines were also painted on it. Every painting was like this, scarlet, black, twisted and weird, which made people feel scared when they looked at it.

"The betrayer... must die as atonement..."

Her eyes were attracted by the small words below the Death of the Witch King, and Viviana read them out as if possessed.

In an instant, all the sounds around returned to silence, as if someone had pressed the mute button. The black spirals in the paintings were like whirlpools, almost breaking away from the canvas and filling the entire space.

The lines seemed to come alive, twisting and drilling into the eyes, and erupting into one shrill cry and wail after another deep in the brain.

Joy, love, sorrow, doubt, heart palpitations, regret, and a hint of...apology?

Various emotions mixed in Viviana's mind, shadows swayed behind her, and in the darkness, only the small candlelight was still holding on.

"Originium skills...out of control?"

Forcing herself to ignore the voice in her head, Viviana looked up at the floor in front of her.

This terrifying power didn't even need any concrete words, images, or sounds to remind her. It was like the name itself, directly and forcefully intruding into her heart, revealing its own meaning...

"The aftermath of Helhunzollon?"

Witch King!

Even though he died in the crusade twenty-three years ago, his shadow still lingers everywhere in Leithania.

"A truly beautiful piece of work...what do you think?"

Arturo, who had disappeared as soon as he entered the door, suddenly appeared next to Viviana, holding her strange cello with the bow in her hand.

Gently plucking the piano, the melodious sound soothed Viviana's pain, but also took her to another world...her inner world.

Countless doors appeared before her eyes, all of them ajar, with warm light shining through the gaps, attracting Viviana to push them open.

"I have heard your father's voice. What about you, Ms. Viviana?"

Playing the cello, the soothing and melodious sound echoed in Viviana's ears, guiding her and following her inner choice.

Viviana stood up with her head covered. Her vision was extremely blurred and she subconsciously walked in the direction of the light.

how to choose?

Surrounded by countless lights, Viviana stopped and stood hesitantly in front of the door.

Just as she was about to make a decision, suddenly, there was a sound of breaking glass, followed by Arturo's muffled groan, and then she returned to reality.

The instrument that had drawn her into her heart lay at her feet, while its owner had long since flown away.

Insert Youyan between Arturo's neck, the distance between them is almost invisible, and the blood will gush out with just a slight movement.

Sitting on Arturo's waist, Talina's eyes flashed with fire, and the energy core in her chest was gushing like molten lava.

Tightening her grip on Arturo's neck, Talina looked at the notorious wanted criminal and said slowly, "I remember I warned you..."

"Don't attack my family!"

Volume 8: Chapter 18: Federico Giallo

The flames licked the black lines wantonly, burning them as firewood.

As if encountering a natural enemy, the black musical note lines were instantly forced back into a corner by the flames. The noise stopped, and the raging black spirals returned to the frame.

It's like it never happened.

"These paintings... clearly don't convey the aura of Originium craftsmanship, but why..."

Placing her hand on the portrait of the Witch King's death, Viviana asked in confusion.

She could feel that it was just an ordinary painting on a piece of clothing, but the suffocating feeling of being held tightly still lingered in her heart, making her feel scared.

"Ahem... ahem! It's not just Originium techniques that can affect the mind..."

After coughing twice with difficulty, stealing a few breaths from Talina, Arturo answered Viviana's questions with difficulty.

"As long as they are real enough, the images and melodies can pluck people's heartstrings..."

"Don't fear them, but... feel them."

"Understand their meaning, and your answer will be revealed..."

"Shut up!"

Unconsciously increasing the strength in her hands, Talina used her actions to stop this guy who was spreading rumors and misleading people.

"I can kill you and collect Rutland's bounty, you bastard..."

"They... ahem! They need to be alive!"

Arturo said with a smile, as if unaware of the threat in Talina's words.

Her face had turned red due to lack of oxygen, giving her a somewhat sickly beautiful look.

"Whatever... I can just dump your body at the Rutland's door. They probably won't mind."

"Please, if you want your lover to be trapped here for the rest of her life, you can kill me here, but she will definitely be trapped in suspicion for the rest of her life..."

"I can help her, and only I can help her!"

Confidence... no, it should be said that it was arrogance. Arturo's affirmative tone made Talina stop what she was doing.

Of course she knew Viviana's problem. This confused little deer always got herself into a dead end.

It had been because of her before, and now it was because of her dying father.

Killing Arturo here could put an end to everything, but it would also mean that Viviana would never be able to get out of her own heart. She would be stuck in a deadlock and unable to find a way out.

This really has to be her.

Thinking of this, Talina loosened her grip slightly, allowing Arturo to breathe fresh air normally.

Having gotten his gamble back, Arturo breathed in deep gulps of fresh air. As for his luck in surviving the disaster?

I don’t know, maybe there is, anyway she doesn’t have any emotional fluctuations.

With a cold snort, Talina stood up from Arturo's body, walked to Viviana's side, and supported her arm.

"Are you okay?"

Worriedly placing her hand on Viviana's forehead, Talina felt the temperature and wiped away the sweat that had seeped out of her due to her extreme nervousness.

"Fortunately... I saw something..."

Responding with a reassuring smile, sending the message that she was fine, Viviana looked at Talina's worried face and chose not to tell her lover what she had just seen.

It is enough for her to know these things alone, there is no need to involve others.

"How does it feel? The last echo of existence?"

Arturo stood up and dressed, and like a doctor, he asked Viviana, his patient, how she felt.

"Very strong, rich emotions flow through these seemingly messy brushstrokes. It's hard for me to..."

"Keep watching."

Turning her eyes away from the dark lines, Viviana expressed her feelings.

"Because you are looking into the soul of a man."

He walked forward and gently stroked the canvas. The painting, which had been so strange just now, now seemed dead, and became extremely quiet under Arturo's touch.

“She expressed the Witch King in her heart and her own life in the painting.”

"Mrs. Ximan...what is her relationship with that Majesty?"

As things developed to this point, even though Viviana was slow to react, she realized that the artist's identity was not simple.

Whether it was the lingering echo of Herhunzolen or the strange way of death, they all revealed the danger involved.

"The death of the Witch King changed her life."

"When she was still a young girl, she deeply admired the man on the throne, as if she had fallen in love with a symbol, a god."

"And then...the god collapsed before her."

"She was confused, confused as to why the Witch King was also a mortal. She lost her unbudding love, her purest emotions, and almost her ability to create."