Transcendent Dawn Chapter 238: Oil painting (congratulations for quitting LOL leader from now on!)

"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 immediately there was an 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, sniffed his nose, and lowered his dog's head lazily.

　　 "As for you... Marguerite!"

　　Sulu called his female tenant: "You are free..."

　　He handed a few manuscripts to Margaret: "This is the occult knowledge left by your grandfather...It's just a copy, the original is in the police station."

　　"Thanks...thank you."

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

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

　　The girl glanced at Su Lu with a look a little worried.

　　"You are welcome...You can leave now. If you meet those followers 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.

　　 Soon, his body gradually became illusory and invisible.

　　 "Good job!"

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

　　 The shadow clone nowadays, within the control range, can perfectly accomplish 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 himself as he is now.

　　In the experiment just now, even Hallock couldn't find the abnormality.

　　 "In this 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)

　　Title: [3]

　　 Title: [Black Knight]

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

　　Inspiration: [8.0] (10.0)

　　 Skills: [Zhou Ji Creation LV1], [Magga Fighting Technique LV7], [Soul Out of Aperture LV6], [Reiki Pressure LV4], [Spirit Chain LV1], [Magic Item LV4], [Magic Potion Refining] System 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 insufficient. 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 even better. Suitable for an evening adventure."

　　"As for future career planning... [Thaumatologist]'s follow-up [Dreammaker] has not been found yet, but the requirements of [Dimensional Walker] seem to be easier to meet... In the future, we must hurry up and exercise... Although I am not going to be promoted in the near future."

　　 Now he is Tier 3 in both professions, so he is completely sure to single out any Tier 4 professional.

　　The essence of the soul that has been improved has caused the ‘True Spirit Experience’ to be continuously reduced. It must be settled for a period of time to accumulate more experience points.

　　……

　　Night.

In front of 　　 Irving’s villa, the water in the fountain reflects 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. At this time, they gathered together and were invited to come to celebrate his birthday as the heir of the Dougwell family, Owen Dougwell.

　　 In the lobby, 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 and a black bow tie, holding a glass of champagne, watching this scene quietly.

　　‘Owen still can’t defy his father’s will, and must host 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 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 [Kagemusha] element, which is a pity, otherwise, I would like to take a closer look at the ancient well...’

　　 But if you want to watch it on the body, Sulu will definitely not do it.

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

　　In the world of occultism, curiosity and danger are almost equal.

　　 This time he wouldn't have the guts to come to the dinner if he hadn't obtained the clone ability.

　　 "A usual party..."

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

　　 "Huh?"

　　 He came to the corridor, and suddenly he was stunned, looking at the row of oil paintings on it.

　　 Those are the ancestors of the Dougwell family. I heard Owen's introduction before.

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

　　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..."

　　 Su Lu glanced at Owen, thinking that he was familiar.

　　He looked at the introduction below: "Owen Dougwell,?????—154, the first official paternity in the history of the Dougwell family, participated in the construction and naming of the city of Rory... "

　　"This ancestor of the Dougwell family, who was born unknown, died in 154 years of the federal calendar? It is almost the same as my previous speculation...He is also pretty good~IndoMTL.com~ laid the foundation for the Dougwell family Basically, perhaps still a professional."

　　 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 Irving... I must start faster, and I must have more choices..."

　　 Just then, he was suddenly 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 is blank but terrified, like a helpless elk.

　　"Is that the dream dress that Irving has been complaining about?"

　　 Su Lu looked over, and saw Owen wearing a red base dress, 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 taken aback, and his body began to tremble unconsciously.

　　 "Almost... exactly the same!"

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

On the 　　 oil painting, Big Owen's expression was cleaned up and playfully, and his wise eyes looked straight over.