"However, don't have any thoughts of partiality, because lifting the curse represents your liberation." The painter's weird laughter still echoed in Leon's ears, as if it was a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of.
"I want to escape, I can't be caught by him, and I don't want to die!"
So, Leon ran away, running away again and again, teleporting away from the stone room.
A painting appeared out of thin air in a deserted place in the palace, and fell to the ground with a dull sound.
After a while, the chaotic lines on the painting wandered down the canvas, and finally formed a figure on the ground.
That's Leon.
Leon, who was as illusory as a shadow, stood up with difficulty, hunched over the painting, and walked step by step away from the guards.
"You just have to go through a long corridor and you'll be there."
A secret passage that could help him escape. However, the method of opening the secret passage was too complicated. If it weren't for the fact that there was no way to go, Leon would not have chosen this path.
"Leon, where do you want to go? Our game is not over yet." The voice came from behind Leon.
Leon's body composed of lines disappeared and shrank into the painting, like a coward who dared not appear in front of others.
"Is this a favor from you after you turned into a painting? It's different from mine." The painter smiled strangely: "It's exactly the same as your character. I don't dare to appear in front of others, and will only hide like a mouse."
A body made of illusory lines cannot appear in front of others. Once someone else's eyes are on it, Leon's body made of lines will be unable to maintain itself.
"You want to know what my favor is?" Although the painter's words were a question, he did not wait for Leon's answer, but said directly: "It's a disguise. I can pretend to be various famous paintings. Every time I deceive one
As a human being, the curse on me will be reduced by one point, until in the end, I changed from a painting to a human form, and turned into what you see now."
"It's just a pity that although the curse will be reduced, it has a limit. When I found that lying to others would no longer reduce the curse on me, I started looking for other ways."
The painter's eyes were fixed on Leon motionlessly, even though he was just a painting now.
"The curse given to me by the underground man, Totsugi, is given to you."
At this time, the artist was still using Leon's face. When he transformed from a painting into a human being, the gift he received from the curse also became that he could disguise himself as any humanoid creature.
That's why he was able to disguise himself as Leon so perfectly and deceive everyone except Feonardo.
"I'm very curious now, what kind of gift will you get if you are freed from the appearance of the painting?" The painter put his palm on the painting and stroked it gently.
"Could it be like a mouse, which can disappear from people's sight in an instant?"
The painter sarcastically said, "But unfortunately, that day will never come, because the game is over."
Leon in the painting is filled with despair.
"Leon! What are you doing here!?"
Feonardo's voice came from behind the painter, and also beside Feonardo was Esther.
"I really didn't realize it, Your Highness Leon. I didn't expect you to prepare so much to get this painting."
"Get a painting? What do I want with this useless thing?" the painter said, looking at Esther beside Feonardo, his eyes full of vigilance.
If in the eyes of the painter, Feonardo is just an idiot, then Esther is his real obstacle.
Feonardo saw the painting in Leon's hand, and the look in his eyes finally turned cold, "Leon, you originally just had to be your prince, but now, you have finally forced yourself into a desperate situation."
"Hehehe."
"Why are you laughing?" Feonardo frowned.
"I'm laughing at you." The painter said in a low voice, "I don't know who pushed whom into desperation."
"Yeah!" Feonardo's eyes narrowed, and a sense of crisis suddenly came from the top of his head.
The Leon in front of him disappeared, replaced by the monster's claws that quickly swept down from his head.
Although Feonardo is a prince, he is also a dwarf, and his physical skills are definitely not fake. He bent his legs and then suddenly shot to the side, dodging the attack.
He took out the hammer he had always carried with him, raised his head and looked forward, but this look made him stunned.
"two?"
At this time, in front of Feonardo, two Esthers stood there, unable to tell the truth from the false.
The faces are the same, the postures are the same, and even the breaths are extremely similar. To Feonardo, it is difficult to tell the difference between the two Esthers.
"It's quite an interesting ability." One of them, Esther, said.
"Even the voice is exactly the same." Another Esther said.
It's impossible to tell the difference at all.
It made Feonardo unable to do anything.
When Feonardo was in trouble, one of Esther's hands, which was naturally hanging down, was raised slightly. Blood overflowed from his palm. Esther grabbed his palm and waved his hand towards the other Esder.
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The blood-red thread cuts away with unimaginable sharpness.
The painter was startled and reacted quickly. He activated his disguise skill again and transformed into the appearance of Fionardo. The rapid change in height allowed the painter to escape the disaster. However, the building behind him was not so lucky.
The buildings streaked with blood seemed to be cut by a knife, neatly sliding down and collapsing.
"Damn it, you despicable villain!" Fionardo cursed.
Because at this time, the painter who had transformed into him rushed towards him. This was undoubtedly because he wanted Esther to confuse him with the painter so that it would be difficult to attack him.
No matter how stupid Feonardo was, he should have realized at this time that the person in front of him was not Leon at all, but the painter who had been missing for a long time. He felt ashamed of the painter's ability. This was never a fighting style that dwarves appreciated.
But even so, he had to admit that the painter's ability was indeed very difficult.
Esther adjusted his gaze, glanced at the two people who were struggling together, paused slightly on the spot, then accelerated his body suddenly and rushed out from the spot.
"Ugh!" Feonardo couldn't even let out a cry of pain, and his body was knocked out and fell into the stone mountain in the distance.
The painter's face froze. If he saw it correctly, this guy had no hesitation from the beginning!
What made the painter even more unexpected was that he saw the slight smile on the corner of Esther's mouth. This guy did it on purpose!
Just as he was thinking this, Esther turned around and swung one leg towards him like a whip.
Without any chance to react, the painter's body, like Feonardo's, flew upside down from the spot, like a kite with no strings.