Louis looked calm.

"But this is my painting, the pen is in my hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Amanda found several thick tree trunks suddenly appeared beside him. These things seemed to appear out of thin air, instantly blocking Amanda's escape range.

"Although you can't do whatever you want..."

Louis's voice came from all directions.

"but……"

Louis seemed to enjoy this feeling hidden behind the scenes, his voice filled with unconcealed malice.

Amanda knew that there would be a continuous attack next, but at this moment, a familiar voice came from the sky.

"But you can stop here."

"Roger?!"

Amanda shouted in surprise.

She didn't know what was going on outside, but it was obvious that Roger had found the hiding place of Louis.

"You...how were you here?"

The sound of Louis's terror was surrounded by the sound of horror.

"Where is Lancelot?"

"How could he let you go..."

"He's dead."

Roger said coldly.

"You're soon!"

The next second, Amanda felt the whole space shaking, and then everything in front of her began to melt, and the surrounding scenery turned into the original pigment again.

The torrent swept by, and when she came to her senses, she found herself in a dark and narrow room.

Opposite him, Roger was pinching Louis's neck with a relaxed look on his face.

"I've found loopholes in the world in the painting. If you don't come, I can quickly break the secrets."

Seeing Roger Amanda finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"secret?"

Roger smiled, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a fake, is this guy who used a brush to deceive you?"

"That's impossible!"

Amanda's eyes widened, "No one knows you better than me..."

Amanda suddenly stopped the topic, "I'm really about to find the flaws in the world in the painting."

The red-haired girl raised her head.

"This is an unfinished painting, so it can be repeatedly modified or even applied, and the first stroke that falls on this paper is its flaw."

Amanda looked at Roger.

"Am I right?"

Roger did not answer Amanda's question, but tightened his palms.

"I didn't think so much."

"I don't have enough IQ, let's get the strength."

"It's done."

"If it were me, I would have torn the whole world apart with one sword."

Amanda curled her lips and said nothing more.

"What are you going to deal with him?"

Roger asked.

"Of course I'll catch it and hand it over to the Warlock's Assembly."

But Roger shook his head.

"I'm afraid it won't work."

Then, he briefly described the previous incident and mentioned some of his own guesses.

"Also, when you see this guy, you are not as young as you look."

"He drives a skin, which contains another soul in this body."

Roger lowered his head and looked at Louis trembling.

"Am I right? Mr. Louis."

Without his answer, the attitude shown by Louis has already explained it all.

"What's going on?"

Amanda hasn't figured it out yet.

"Don't kill me, please let me go!"

Louis cried bitterly.

"I'm just an ordinary person..."

"But you've lived for more than 100 years."

"Please let me go, know I'm a victim too."

"It's Lancelot, and many things Lancelot asked me to do."

Louis gasped, on the one hand because Roger's palms tightened and tightened, on the other hand, it was caused by panic in his heart.

"Please believe me, before I saw Lancelot, I had no idea of ​​the so-called extraordinary world, nor did I know the Knight of the Round Table."

"Even my father doesn't know that my mother has married others and even had children!"

"What mother and father are you talking about?"

Amanda felt like she was already confused.

"He here refers to his soul, not this body."

Roger explained.

"To the outside world, they are famous painters in Poland."

"But in fact, whether it is Louis, his father or grandfather, they are actually one person, their body is just a shell, and another guy is controlling the body."

"Am I right?"

Roger looked at Louis.

Louis nodded, and Amanda finally sorted out the relationship.

But she still had a little doubt.

"This guy is just an ordinary person. Did he use some weird methods to keep his body young forever, or would he change it again every once in a while."

Although the results of these two methods are the same, the information reflected behind it is completely different.

"Ordinary people's bodies cannot avoid aging..."

Louis replied.

"So these bodies, young bodies, are all drawn by me through my brush."

"Drawn?"

Amanda was stunned at first, but then she seemed to understand something.

She looked around.

"Then the world we are in now..."

"The world in the painting."

"I want you to listen to my story, too. Please believe me, things would not have become like this before I saw Lancelot."

Roger lets out his palms slightly so that Louis can breathe more air.

"It's a 100 years ago. We are an artistic family, who runs some antique paintings and deals with the upper class and even the royal family."

"But I have never had any talent in painting. By chance, I met a down-and-out painter. I admired his talent and became friends with him."

"But he is a man who is strange that he doesn't seem to have much interest in money, but he always wants to draw a portrait of me, and I agree without thinking too much."

"But the painting was very long, and it lasted for more than a month. During the painting process, something wonderful happened, and I felt that my whole body had changed."

"Everything around me became out of place, I began to become thinner and lost interest in all stimulations such as food, women, etc., but accordingly, the me in his writing became more and more vivid."
To be continued...