Transcendent Dawn

238  Chapter 0238 Oil Painting (In honor of the League of Legends Alliance Leader who quit for good!)

"Mary, go tidy up the bathroom."

Su Lu slowly walked down the stairs, speaking to the maid.

"Yes, sir!"

Mary climbed the stairs carrying a pail and a rag, and soon a cry of surprise came from above: "The Goddess, oh ..."

There seemed to be something else she wanted to say, but her voice was faint.

"Hallock, watch the house!"

Su Lu chuckled, then addressed Hallock.

Erha raised his head and stared at him, a somewhat puzzled look on his face. He sniffed the air, then leisurely lowered his snout.

"As for you... Margaret!"

Su Lu called his female tenant: "You're free now..."

He handed Margaret several handwritten copies: "These are the mystical knowledge your grandfather left behind...they're just copies, the originals are at the police station."

"Thank...thank you."

Margaret looked a little confused, but she was delighted to accept them: "Thank you for your Lore Festival gift!"

Oh no! I forgot to buy a gift for the sir.

The girl glanced at Su Lu, looking somewhat nervous.

"No need to be so polite...you can leave now. If you run into those followers of the big snake you were talking about, send them my greetings!"

Su Lu felt it was time for him to take the initiative.

After doing all this, he returned to his bedroom, suddenly curling his lips to reveal a rather sinister grin.

Suddenly, his body gradually faded until it disappeared.

"Nicely done!"

The real Su Lu walked out from the wardrobe, watching his shadow clone disappear.

Today's shadow clone, within the control range, can perfectly carry out any of his thoughts. It felt like viewing life from two angles simultaneously. And since it was purely 'shadow' and 'phantom', it could freely change its appearance, such as mimicking the look of current him.

"In this way... I can attend Owen's dinner party."

Su Lu glanced at his attribute bar:

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Name: [Su Lu Pottery]

Profession: [Magician](Third Rank), [Shadow Warrior](Third Rank)

Professional Rank: [3]

Title: [Black Knight]

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

Inspiration: [8.0](10.0)

Skills: [Creation of Dead Princess LV1], [Maga Fighting Skills LV7], [Soul Trance LV6], [Spirit Pressure LV4], [Spirit Chain LV1], [Marvel Making LV4], [Magic Potion Refining LV1], [Heart Trick LV1], [Shadow Clone LV4]

Passive: [Common Hebrew LV3], [Basic Physics LV5], [Demon Hunting Knowledge LV4], [Ancient Hebrew LV3], [Gulam Language LV4], [Mysterious Knowledge LV5], [Strong LV4], [Agile Steps LV1], [Language of Arrogance LV1]

XP: [20]

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"Insufficient experience points. Actually, I also want to improve the subsidiary skills of [Magician], as well as [Agile Steps], [Spirit Chain], etc. Unfortunately, the doppelganger skill of [Shadow Warrior] is more suitable for nighttime adventures."

"As for the future career planning... the follow-up [Dream Master] of [Magician] hasn't been found, but the requirements of [Dimensional Walker] seem to be relatively easy to meet... In the future, I must accelerate the pace of exercise... Although I don't plan to upgrade my professional rank in the short term."

Now, he, with both professions at the third rank, is fully confident in soloing any fourth-rank occupational person.

And the upgrading of the soul substance led to a continuous reduction of the 'true spirit experience' obtained. He has to settle down for a period of time and accumulate more experience points.

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Nighttime.

In front of Owen's mansion, the water from the fountain reflected various rays of light.

One by one, luxurious and noble carriages stopped in front of the mansion, and elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies alighted.

They were all figures from the upper echelons of Lore city, gathered together at this time, invited to celebrate the birthday of the heir to the Dougwille family, Owen Dougwille.

In the grand hall, a specially invited music band was performing vigorously.

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

Su Lu had put on a neatly tailored tailcoat, tied a black bow tie, held a glass of champagne, and quietly observed this scene.

'Owen is still unable to resist his father's will, he must preside over the celebration here... Is this the horror of the curse of fate?'

He was very interested in this curse, as well as the subsequent developments, and even the suspected 'Chairman'.

But undoubtedly, on this night, this mansion is the most dangerous place in Lore City, bar none!

Therefore, Su Lu chose to send his shadow clone here, while his real body was lurking outside, ready to escape or provide support at any time.

'The current clone... can only imprint the abilities of the [Shadow Warrior] series, it's a bit of a pity, otherwise, I would have liked to take a closer look at that ancient well...'

But if he was to observe it himself, Su Lu certainly wouldn't do it.

He did not want to risk his life just to satisfy his curiosity.

In the world of arcane studies, curiosity is almost synonymous with danger.

If he hadn't acquired the ability of a clone this time, he would not have had the courage to attend this banquet.

"A very ordinary banquet..."

Without his inspiration, but Su Lu still had keen observation skills, he took an inconspicuous stroll around, and apart from the garden, he did not notice anything unusual.

"Hmm?"

He came to the corridor entrance, suddenly stopped, and looked at a row of oil paintings above.

They were the ancestors of the Dougwille family that Owen had introduced before.

But now, these near-rotten oil paintings have obviously been refurbished, revealing a shiny luster, with each person depicted vividly.

Johnny, Ernest, and both Little Owen and Big Owen!

"The faces of the Dougwille family are very similar, blue eyes, high nose bridge, distinguishable features..."

Su Lu glanced at Big Owen and felt that he looked familiar.

He glanced at the description below: "Owen Dougwille, ???-154, the first official family head in the historical records of the Dougwille family, who participated in the construction and naming of Lore city..."

"This ancestor of the Dougwille family, his birth is unknown, died in the federal calendar year 154? It aligns pretty well with my previous speculation... He did well, laying the foundation for the Dougwille family, perhaps he was a professional."

Compared to the Pottery family, despite being low-key, the Dougwille family was very deep.

The head of their family was almost the 'Chairman' of the Shadow Council in every generation, and now they even controlled the entire city behind the scenes! Just at this point, Su Lu thought the ancestors of the Pottery family would blush.

"If I were Owen... I would definitely start faster, and have more choices..."

Just then, he heard the music surge.

Amidst the applause, Owen, who was dressed in retro finery and had a pale face, was being led into the center of the banquet by a middle-aged man.

His expression was blank and fearful, like a helpless deer.

"Is that the dream costume Owen keeps complaining about?"

Su Lu looked over and saw Owen wearing a red-layered ceremonial outfit, somewhat resembling formal military attire, with areas left open on the shoulders and chest specifically for hanging medals.

"It's just... feels a bit too retro, at least a hundred years old fashion."

He made a comment, suddenly froze, his body involuntarily trembling.

"Almost... identical!"

Su Lu looked up and glanced at the painting of the first head of the Dougwille family, then back at Owen in the dance floor. He moved his lips but didn't make a sound.

In the painting, the fully restored Big Owen, with a playful expression, gazed straight at him with wise eyes.

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