Chapter 453 Missing Author
Lumian carefully positioned the Mystery Prying Glasses on the bridge of his nose, and imdiately, the room seed to whirl, and the ground beneath him trembled.
Suppressing his nausea and dizziness, he observed the scene before him fragnt and overlap, creating a surreal and captivating tableau.
The bed pressed against the desk, which seed to lean against the ceiling. Behind the ceiling appeared to be a tap, as if it were installed within a wardrobe. These scenes were like translucent canvases superimposed on each other, reflecting themselves in Lumian’s vision.
A pale-white face materialized beside the wardrobe.
The face had disheveled brown hair, naturally parted. Dark-brown eyes glistened beneath black-frad glasses. It was Gabriel, looking cleaned up and as though he hadn’t burned the midnight oil in a while.
The playwright gazed at Lumian with a vacant, distorted, yet strangely genuine smile.
His right hand reached out from the void, waving gently before his face shrank into the depths of the translucent layers, vanishing completely.
Lumian quickly surveyed the room, but Gabriel hadn’t reappeared. He promptly removed the Mystery Prying Glasses, replacing them with the Eye of Truth on his left side.
This mystical item, composed of pale-white flesh and dark blood vessels, covered the corresponding ear, allowing Lumian to hear rapid voices from the distant horizon. The intertwined purple blood vessels ford a lens that adhered to his eye, revealing faint blood, layers of colors, and the room with a third of it blending into the surroundings. An invisible curtain resembling mullioned glass was also discernible.
The latter two phenona rapidly dissipated or gradually returned to normal.
Before the whispers could beco more distinct, Lumian removed the Eye of Truth and massaged his throbbing forehead.
Based on the combined information from both mystical items, he deduced that Gabriel had been corrupted by Hostel, becoming a presence that couldn’t be perceived or touched in the conventional sense.
However, the playwright retained a certain degree of rationality. He recognized Lumian and even happily bid him farewell.
Returning the white porcelain cup with a single handle to its original position seed to serve as a greeting, an attempt to capture Lumian’s attention.
Lumian frowned slightly. Why does Gabriel seem to accept his transformation into a monster and was even pleased. When had he co into contact with Hostel?
His gaze shifted to the manuscript on the desk. The story in the unfinished script felt eerily familiar.
Lumian picked up the manuscript and read it ticulously, at a slower pace than before.
After perusing the first section, he confird that the protagonist of the script was Gabriel himself. The character’s personality, the details of his life, the cold treatnt he endured, and the demand to produce vulgar works all aligned seamlessly.
Regarding the female lead, who imrsed herself in the underworld and persistently encouraged the male lead’s creations, Lumian couldn’t help but feel that if it weren’t for the difference in gender, he could be the one with such a background.
However, the female lead’s personality, her way of speaking, and her encouraging words were entirely distinct from his own. Even in the scenes involving the mobs, Lumian could discern traces of Charlie.
In essence, the female lead’s identity, background, and experiences in the mob appeared to be a blend of Charlie’s and my situation. It was however soone else who interacted with the male lead. Gabriel had previously ntioned that only and the human model Séraphine encouraged him at Auberge du Coq Doré. Charlie rely drank with him without mocking him or teasing him. A human model… that’s right! The human model for a painter. Séraphine spent a night with Gabriel before moving out. Lumian rapidly connected the dots, sensing that the root of the problem might lie with Séraphine, the human model!
This woman had once accompanied a painter to a small seaside town as a model. After an extended absence, she returned to Auberge du Coq Doré.
Painter!
Could Gabriel have been corrupted on that night when Séraphine returned? Was it possible that Séraphine had moved to the Hostel? Lumian ticulously perused the script, leaving no word unread.
Since this was a story born from Gabriel’s own experiences, it undoubtedly contained nurous factual details and genuine emotions—invaluable clues!
As Lumian continued to read the script, bathed in the sunlight filtering through the oriel window, he sensed the concealed love that resided within Gabriel’s heart. He could feel the ache of remorse, reluctance, and the yearning for a relationship that Gabriel believed he could easily discard when he moved to a better neighborhood to start anew. In the end, he found himself unable to forget it.
The protagonist, increasingly aware of his heart’s true desires and feelings, ceased to evade them and actively embarked on a quest to uncover traces of his beloved.
He sought out people who were acquainted with her, visited motels and hotels that occasionally haunted his dreams, and explored galleries in search of new artworks based on his lover…
Yet, his endeavors proved futile, leading him to compose the inner monologue.
It ended here abruptly… I can’t tell if he found Séraphine… Lumian placed the manuscript down in disappointnt and decided to check the drawer for any drafts, outlines, or notebooks that might contain further information or inspiration.
Regrettably, the contents of the drawer only covered the first half of the script. By the ti Gabriel had reached the second half, he appeared to have delved deeply into his emotions and penned his inner monologue in a single burst.
Lumian looked at the papers before him, pondering the situation.
From the script and the other items in the room, it’s apparent Gabriel hadn’t managed to locate Séraphine…
In other words, he hadn’t actually co into contact with the Hostel…
Furthermore, neither the script nor Rabe’s description suggests that Gabriel exhibited any signs of corruption or boons until he ceased writing. While he was undoubtedly suffering from the loss of his lover, this was a typical emotional response…
So, why had this person suddenly transford into an untouchable, unseen monster? Just knowing about the Hostel shouldn’t lead to such a situation… Apart from being special, Franca and Jenna know about the Hostel. Anthony Reid, Theresa, the Demoness Sect mber in Trier, Mr. K of the Aurora Order, and a large number of Purifiers of the Eternal Blazing Sun Church all know about it. There are ordinary people and Beyonders among them, but none of them are in trouble…
Beatrice of the Bliss Society knows the location of the Hostel and aims to retrieve a painting, which was the reason Franca and I made a mistake. Bouvard of the Sinners prophesied a catastrophe associated with the Hostel, leading to his corruption into a peculiar corpse. The Dreamseekers charity organization likely sponsored heretics connected to the Hostel, such as painters and authors, and they were destroyed at the slightest hint of exposure.
What was the reason for Gabriel?
Could he have recently encountered sothing that deepened his understanding of the Hostel, or perhaps he had found traces of Séraphine?
Lumian made a preliminary guess and conducted a thorough search of Gabriel’s rented apartnt with a clear objective in mind.
Nothing.
He then left 34 Rue Saint-Michel and made his way back to the Third-Rate Author bar, where he seated himself next to Rabe, who was engrossed in his drink.
“A glass of La Fée Verte,” Lumian ordered as he tapped the bar counter.
Then, he turned to Rabe and inquired, “Do you have any idea where Gabriel has been over the past few days?”
Rabe pointed to a small round table near the window and replied, “You’ll have to ask them.”
As an underprivileged author working as a ghostwriter without a pen na, Rabe considered himself fortunate to know a rising star like Gabriel and attend his private gatherings. He had to work regularly every day to fulfill the missions assigned by his boss, preventing him from participating in their activities.
Guided by Rabe, Lumian approached the small round table and was taken aback upon seeing the four individuals seated there.
Weren’t these the sa individuals who had discussed Painter Mullen’s art spoof art, “Café”?
In response to Lumian’s inquiry, the leader of the group responded with a puzzled expression, “We last saw Gabriel two days ago. We all went to the Trier Art Center together to attend an art exhibition.”
Art exhibition… Lumian’s eyebrows twitched.
…
Trocadéro Town.
Franca, dressed in a white jacket, followed Browns Sauron, who wore a black coat, as they navigated through the manor adorned with grapevines.
With curiosity evident on her face, Franca, who had been invited, couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you taking ?”
Browns cast a brief glance in her direction.
“I’m taking you to et my teacher. You’ve successfully passed the assessnt and are now an official mber of our sect.”
Browns Sauron’s teacher… A high-ranking Demoness? Could this person be the leader of the Demoness Sect in Trier? Franca’s thoughts raced as she smiled and inquired, “Does this an I can enjoy the mbership perks?”
The term “perks” was coined by Emperor Roselle and had gained recognition in Intis.
Browns maintained a bit of distance from Franca as she questioned, “What would you like in exchange?”
Without hesitation, Franca responded, “The potion formula for Affliction.”
Affliction was the na of the Assassin pathway’s Sequence 5, often referred to as the Demoness of Affliction.
Browns let out a scoff.
“Quite bold to make such a request. Do you believe you have accrued enough contribution points to ask for the potion formula for Affliction?”
She paused for a mont before adding, “Of course, if you can assist the sect in achieving sothing, this can be your perk.”
Franca, who had initially held limited hope and was rely testing the waters, glanced at Browns.
“And what’s that sothing?”
Seizing the opportunity, Browns explained, “We’ve received information that the Iron and Blood Cross Order discreetly smuggled an item into Trier through an underground tunnel several months ago. If you can uncover what it is and identify its possessor, you’ll be entitled to the Affliction potion formula.”
A few months ago… The underground tunnel… Secret delivery into Trier… Franca suddenly recalled “Rat” Christo’s loss of his biological brother.
In an effort to aid the Savoie Mob’s smuggling leader in recovering his brother and the transported goods, she and Lumian had been drawn into a strange mirror world, where they narrowly escaped.
During their adventure, Franca had acquired a classic sterling silver mirror.
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