Demon Laws
Chapter 15: Treasure in the Workspace

At night, in the old-fashioned workspace with the worn-out atmosphere of this castle, Dewey stood in the middle of the chandelier, raised his head and stared at the oil painting on the wall. After sinking into a brief silence, Dewey received no response.

He cringed. “Do not want to answer?”

The face of the person in the oil painting was still staring at Dewey's eyes.

Dewey smiled wickedly. He walked to one side, then pushed the stairs here, climbed up the bookshelf with the stairs, then reached out to take down the oil painting.

Panic then appears on the person's face. In the painting, both eyes were staring at Dewey's face in panic.

“Huft!” Dewey painstakingly took down the painting from the wall. This heavy object was obviously difficult to lift by a child as weak as Dewey. Dewey felt his arm ache. But what surprised him was that there was nothing behind this oil painting.

There is no on off button, nor is someone hiding behind this painting, but rather this painting itself!

Dewey looked serious, then took this painting down the stairs carefully.

The face of the person inside the painting looked sour, his gaze agitated.

“What exactly are you?” Dewey said in a low voice. “Substances in paintings that come back to life?”

The look inside the oil painting was rather evasive.

“Hm, this painting is a portrait of the Rollin family ancestor who was a marshal. Don't you be this ancestor who came back to life?” Dewey smiled then shook his head, “This doesn't make sense, because the ancestor is over 200 years old now. And this painting was clearly painted by the later generations in memory of the ancestors. Same question, what exactly are you?”

After that there was no answer. Dewey's raout is darkening. “Oh, don't want to say it? Don't regret it then.”

He pointed the candlesticks around. “You see, there are many candles here. If you don't make a sound, I'll burn you. Guess what, do I dare?”

Finished speaking, he turned around to pick up a candle, then approached this oil painting.

The man's sharpness in the oil painting changed, the fear that was not covered, his eyes were filled with anxiety and supplications. Looking at the candles and flames in Dewey's increasingly close hands, the person in the oil painting could only stare at Dewey with a pleading and anxious gaze.

Just as the fire was about to touch the canvas, Dewey moved away from the candle and nodded. “Hm, it seems you really can't talk? Can you talk?”

The person in the painting shook his head quickly.

“What exactly are you?” Dewey's eyes sparkled. A living oil painting! Is this something made of magic?

The oil painting could not answer Dewey's question. After regardless of the danger of being burned, the person inside the oil painting sighed, then looked at Dewey with interest.

Dewey tried asking some more questions to the oil painting. The oil painting could only nod and shake. Communication like this does not produce anything.

People and paintings look at each other.

At this moment, the huge clock on the wall of the study room suddenly chimed. It's midnight.

Dewey seemed to see a beam of light slowly radiating from the eyes in the oil painting, then heard a sigh.

Although the voice was somewhat unconvincing, Dewey heard it clearly. Clearly the breath of people.

“Sound well. I was exposed to some kind of magic so I could only talk for a while when midnight arrived. After the clock stopped ringing, I could not make any more noise. Now I'll only say it once. There's a secret room in this workspace. There are some valuable items in the secret room. I can appoint you to get those things, then I need your help. One of those precious items could break the magic I was struck with.”

Dewey stared at the oil painting with his eyes puffed up. “You speak?”

“Yes, no time to explain it.” The oil painting said quickly. “Now you start checking from the third oil painting on the wall. There's a lead in there. You do as directed. If you are not stupid then you should be able to find it.”

“Tong!”

Midnight has passed. As soon as the sound of the last hour clang, the light in the eyes of the figure in the oil painting slowly disappeared. And so does his voice.

Dewey stared at the oil painting, the person also looked at him with a pleading expression.

“You said you were hit by some kind of magic?” Dewey smiled. “You said, there is a secret room in this workspace. A precious item inside the secret room can break your magic, right?”

“Good. What's in it for me then?” Dewey commented with a smile, “Why should I help you?”

The expression of the figure in the painting changed. The pleading look in his eyes became more obvious. He was trying to say something, unfortunately not being able to say a word.

“Forget it, I also felt astonished. Think of it as completing my curiosity.” Dewey raised his hand, then climbed onto the bookshelf with the stairs. Following the instructions of the figure in the painting as the clock rang earlier, he meticulously observed the third oil painting on the wall.

The third oil painting is also a portrait of the Rollin family's ancestors. This ancestor wore an admiral uniform, looked solemn, and looked straight ahead as if looking at a distant place.

Dewey checked for a while but saw no trace of any of these oil paintings. He even tried to check his back, but there was also no result.

Dewey stood on the stairs and thought for a moment. He was not agitated but patiently checked back on every detail. After checking repeatedly and finding nothing, Dewey suddenly observed the figure in this oil painting.

Hm, the eyes of this figure were flat and looking forward.

Dewey immediately looked in the direction that the figure in the painting was staring at.

The wall across. The figure in this painting was as if staring at the knight sword hanging on the opposite wall.

Dewey immediately pushed the stairs across. It's a bit draining for a 13-year-old boy. But a strong curiosity pushed him.

After examining the knight swords on the wall, Dewey discovered that these sword blades were pointing towards the shelf on the side.

He then traced the shelf.

Finally, he found it!

On the block of the bookshelf, Dewey felt an uneven line of footsteps. He felt it for a moment, finally realizing that this was a line of text.

It's just that this text is written in reverse. If not touched accidentally and not observed carefully, most will think that this is just an ordinary carving.

A line of text that is opposite direction. Dewey read it carefully.

“The secret is located in the night sky, and a large spoon is the key to the path.”

Dewey smiled bitterly.

What the fuck? A riddle?

He sighed, descended from the stairs, then sat cross-legged on the floor, thinking about this puzzle with dizziness.

“Night sky...big spoon...”.

As Dewey stood up, hope appeared on his face again.

What's in the night sky? The star!

Big spoon? Needless to say, it must be a dipper star! Wasn't the shape of the dipper star in the sky like a huge spoon?

Upon thinking of this, Dewey immediately searched on the shelf.

Star….

That relates to the stars in the workspace. Hm, definitely a bookcase on astrology!

Tracing the index, Dewey found bookshelves dedicated to astrology books. He climbed up and looked for her. Then search in the seventh row in the rack according to the instructions ‘sendok’ it.

He flipped one billionth of a billionth, finally….

As he moved a book, he felt that it was very heavy. It was a metal book. After moving it, a wheel spun from within the wall.

Then, the entire bookshelf slowly moved. A dark entrance appeared on the wall behind the shelf.