Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 188 The world in the painting
"There's only one painting in the safe?"

Steve took out the oil painting and asked curiously.

In the beautifully framed picture, a woman in a white gauze skirt is sitting by the window, holding her chin with one hand, looking through the window at the vast grassland outside, and a steep mountain range beyond.

The environment around her is a bit crude, as if she is in a dilapidated attic, but this scene further highlights her nobility and beauty, making it hard to believe that she belongs here.

A holy princess should live in a castle, not in a shabby attic.

"Is this a priceless oil painting?"

Chris took the oil painting, looked at it, and made a judgment.

Although it is an oil painting, it gives him an unusual sense of reality, as if this is not a painting, but another real world.

"It's priceless and it has nothing to do with us. Do we want to take it out alive?"

Steve shrugged and continued:
"Let's go. Before the Machinery Heart searches here, we can look for secret doors, tunnels, etc."

Chris nodded and just put the painting back into the safe when he suddenly took it back and stared at the painting.

The woman in the portrait just now looked back at herself!
"what happened?"

Steve followed his gaze to the oil painting in his hand and asked doubtfully:

"You want to take this painting with you? Then take it, we can't waste any more time."

Chris showed the painting to Steve and asked nervously:
"Steve, the woman in the painting just now was looking out the window, right?"

Steve took the portrait in doubt, glanced at it, and replied:

"Isn't she looking at us squarely? Are you dazzled?"

He scratched his head, stared at Chris's face, and said to himself:
"It can't be the mental storm of the 'Disaster Priest', right? When you were in the hall just now, was there anything strange about your inspiration? Isn't it a problem with the mental body?"

Chris had a look of helplessness on his face:

"You answer my question first."

"I have already answered. She has been looking directly at us. Well, this is a bit strange... Anyway, she is definitely not looking out the window!"

No...she was looking out the window just now!

The woman in this painting is alive!

Chris quickly handed the painting to Steve, and before he could speak, the door was kicked open.

Ikanser Bernard held "Magic Mirror" Arrods in one hand and raised a pistol in the other, aiming at the two people in the room and saying calmly:
"I know you are extraordinary people. Hold your heads in your hands and kneel on the ground."

Ikanser Bernard…

Chris nodded secretly, and his guess was confirmed: Backlund Parish had indeed sent reinforcements.

He was not surprised. He glanced at Steve, who looked panicked next to him, and immediately had two choices in his mind.

If Steve kneels down and surrenders, then he will also surrender. After all, there is Star Island, and there is no need to fear the torture of the Machine Heart.

If Steve was going to resist and fight until his last breath, then he would take advantage of the chaos and run away. ——Just kidding, it's okay to provoke Tingen's mechanical heart. The big deal is that I will go to Backlund in the future and not be active in Tingen.

And pissed off Ikanser Bernard?Then his mugshot will definitely be posted on the wanted notice issued by the Heart of Machinery, with the four characters "shoot to kill without mercy" written underneath!
And even though he is now called "Graxel Mir" and his face and identity have nothing to do with "Chris Doty", the top brass of the Heart of Machinery must have various extraordinary means to determine his identity.

By then, the information about his "resurrection from the dead" may be discussed by saints and angels at a meeting before the God of Steam and Machinery!
Thinking of this, Chris swallowed and prepared to wait for Steve for two more seconds. If he didn't move after two seconds, he would run directly to the window and jump out.

He found no opportunity to implement his plan, because in the next second, David Horlick walked in.

"It's you!"

Horik shouted in shock. Without any hesitation, he immediately raised the extraordinary weapon in his hand and pulled the trigger towards Chris.

Steve uttered a curse word and threw himself at Chris, raising the painting in his hand as a defense, hoping to block the first few bullets fired.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The bullets fired by Horik rotated rapidly in the air and seemed to have life.

The bullet was positioned in front of Chris and Steve, and broke into pieces in mid-air. Hundreds of tiny and deadly fragments flew towards the two men.

The first wave of debris scratched the bodies of Chris and Steve, but the subsequent debris failed to hit either of them and all hit the wall behind them.

Chris, Steve, and the oil painting disappeared out of thin air!

"Disappeared?!"

Horik lowered his gun, looking surprised.

Ikanser Bernard's face was ashen. He did not blame Horik, but stretched out his palm to touch the silver mirror three times and asked a question:
"Dear Arrods, my question is about the current positions of the two people just now."

The water rippled on the surface of the silver mirror, and in the haze, Ikanser saw a mountain, a castle, a city and a grassland.

If he had seen the oil painting, he would have found that the grassland in the silver mirror was exactly the same as the grassland in the oil painting.

Only this picture still appeared in the silver mirror. After the picture disappeared, a line of ancient Fusac words appeared in the middle:
"Please answer my question..."

……

When Horik pulled the trigger on him, Chris' inspiration suddenly twitched violently. This could only be regarded as a belated reminder of his own spirituality——

Because he had clearly seen the extraordinary weapon in Horik's hand and realized the danger coming directly ahead.

But what puzzled him was that the source of his inspiration was not the bullet that hit him, but the painting in Steve's hand.

Chris lost consciousness instantly and forgot what happened next. He only remembered that there was an uncontrollable suction coming from the oil painting, which pulled him in.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a hillside covered with lush green grass. There were several fat sheep beside him, looking at him curiously.

"Where is this? Have I traveled through time? Back to reality?"

Chris stood up holding his head, looked at himself, and found that he was still wearing the wizard's robe, so he gave up his doubts and got an idea.

"Grossel's Travels".

He could only think of this possibility. The portrait was a magical object similar to "Grossell's Travels", which could suck people into another world, a fantasy world.

Could it be that this is a country dreamed up by Angelweed, the "Dragon of Fantasy"?
A different world than the one in Grossell's Travels?
(End of this chapter)