Transcendent Dawn - 239. Chapter 239 Oil Painting

“Mary, clean up the bathroom.”

Su Lu slowly walked down the stairs and said to the maid.

“Okay, sir!”

Mary went upstairs holding a bucket and a rag, and then she yelled in exclamation: “Goddess…”

There seemed to be words behind her, but she lowered her voice.

“Hallock, you look good at home!”

Sulu smiled and said to Hallock.

Erha raised his head and stared at him with a confused expression. He sniffed and lowered his dog’s head lazily.

“As for you… Margaret!”

Sulu called his female tenant: “You are free…”

He handed over several manuscripts to Margaret: “This is the occult knowledge left by your grandfather… It’s just a copy. The original is at the police station.”

“Thanks…thank you.”

Margaret was a little confused, but she accepted it very gladly: “Thank you for the Lorry Day gift!”

Oops! Sorry! I forgot to buy a present for my husband.

The girl glanced at Su Lu with a look of confusion.

“You are welcome…you can leave now. If you meet those believers of the serpent, please bring my greetings!”

Sulu felt that he had to take the initiative.

After doing all this, he returned to the bedroom, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a weird smile.

Immediately, his body gradually became illusory and invisible.

“Good job!”

The real Sulu walked out of the closet and watched the shadow clone disappear.

Today’s shadow avatar, within the control range, can perfectly complete all his thoughts, and it feels like it has opened two perspectives. And because it was originally “shadow” and “illusory”, you can pinch your face as much as you want, such as disguising him as he is now.

In the experiment just now, even Hallock couldn’t find the anomaly.

“In that case… I can go to Irving’s dinner.”

Su Lu glanced at the attribute bar:

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Name: [Sulu Portley]

Occupation: [Thaumatologist] (Tier 3), [Shadow Warrior] (Tier 3)

Rank: [3]

Title: [Black Knight]

Strength: [2.4], Agility: [6.0], Constitution: [4.0], Spirit: [10.0]

Inspiration: [8.0] (10.0)

Skills: [Zombie Creation LV1], [Magga Fighting LV7], [Soul Out of Aperture LV6], [Reiki Pressure LV4], [Spirit Chain LV1], [Magic Item Making LV4], [Magic Medicine Refining LV1] , [Psychic Thaumatology LV1], [Shadow Clone LV1]

Passive: [General Hebrew Language LV3], [Basic Physics LV5], [Demon Hunting Knowledge LV4], [Ancient Hebrew Language LV3], [Gulam Language LV4], [Mystical Knowledge LV5], [Strong LV4], [Smart Step LV1], [Arrogant Words LV1]

XP: [20]

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“The experience value is still not enough. In fact, I also want to upgrade the [Thaumatologist]’s subsidiary skills, as well as [Smart Step], [Spirit Chain] and so on. Unfortunately, [Shadow Warrior]’s clone skills are more suitable for evenings. adventure.”

“As for future career planning… [Thaumatologist]’s follow-up [Dream Master] has not been found yet, but the requirements of [Dimensional Walker] seem to be easier to meet… I must hurry up and exercise in the future… Although I will not be Ready to be promoted again.”

Now that he is a Tier 3 dual profession, he is completely sure to single out any Tier 4 professional.

And the enhanced soul essence causes the’True Spirit Experience’ to be continuously reduced, and it must settle for a period of time to accumulate more experience points.

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night.

In front of Owen’s villa, the water in the fountain reflected various lights.

A luxurious and noble carriage stopped in front of the villa, and descended one by one gentlemen and ladies dressed up.

They are all figures in the upper circles of Rory. They gathered at this time and were invited to come to celebrate his birthday as the heir of the Dougwell family, Owen Dougwell.

In the hall, a specially invited music group is playing hard.

The violin and cello converge into a melodious symphony, and there are already pairs of men and women dancing on the dance floor.

Sulu wore a neat tuxedo, a black bow tie, and a glass of champagne, watching the scene quietly.

‘Owen still can’t defy his father’s will, and must preside over the celebration here… Is this the horror of the curse of fate? ‘

He is very interested in this curse, its subsequent development, and even the suspected “speaker”.

But there is no doubt that this villa is the most dangerous place in Rory on this night, not one of them!

Therefore, Sulu chose to use the shadow clone to come, and the body was lying in ambush outside, ready to escape or respond at any time.

‘The current clone… can only imprint the abilities of the [Shadow Warrior] element, which is a pity, otherwise, I would like to take a close look at the ancient well…’

But Sulu would definitely not do it if he wanted to watch it on his own.

He didn’t want to lose his life just to satisfy his curiosity.

In the occult world, curiosity and danger are almost equal.

If it hadn’t been for the ability to do so this time, he wouldn’t have the guts to come to the dinner party.

“A very usual banquet…”

Without inspiration, Sulu still has keen observation ability. He walked around without a trace, except for the garden, and found no problem.

“Um?”

When he came to the corridor, he suddenly froze, looking at the row of oil paintings on it.

Those are the ancestors of the Dougwell family, who I heard from Irving before.

But now, these oil paintings that are about to decay have obviously been refurbished, revealing a bright luster, and every character is vivid.

Johnny, Ernest, and Little Owen and Big Owen!

“The appearances of the Dougwell family are very similar, with blue eyes, high nose bridge, and obvious characteristics…”

Sulu glanced at Owen, feeling that the other party was familiar.

He looked at the introduction below: “Owen Dougwell, ???—154, the first official patriarch in the history of the Dougwell family, participated in the construction and naming of Rory City…”

“This ancestor of the Dougwell family, born unknown, died in 154 years of the federal calendar? It is almost the same as my previous speculation… He is also pretty good, and laid the foundation of the Dougwell family, perhaps still a career By.”

Compared with the Portree family, the Dougwell family is low-key, but very connotative.

The head of the family is the’speaker’ of almost every generation of the Shadow Council, and now he has almost secretly controlled the entire city! For this alone, Sulu felt that the ancestors of the Portree family would blush.

“If I were Owen… I must start faster, and I must have more choices…”

At this moment, he was violently excited when he heard the music.

Amidst the applause, Owen, dressed in retro costume and pale, was being led into the banquet center by a middle-aged man.

His expression was blank but fearful, like a helpless elk.

“That’s the dream costume that Irving has been complaining about?”

Su Lu looked over and saw Owen wearing a red bottomed gown, which had the smell of a standard military uniform, and there was room for hanging medals on his shoulders and chest.

“Just… it feels a bit too retro, at least a popular style a hundred years ago.”

He vomited, and suddenly he was startled, and his body began to tremble unconsciously.

“Almost… exactly the same!”

Sulu raised his head and looked at the oil painting of Dougwell’s original Patriarch, and at Owen on the dance floor, his lips moved, but there was no sound.

On the oil painting, the newly cleaned Big Owen’s expression is playful, and his wise eyes are looking straight over.