Chapter 16: The African Religious Statue

Allen followed Moses to her home and was surprised at the sight of Moses' villa, which was not as grand and luxurious as the villas in the manor but was dressed up charmingly.

"It's beautiful. I had it designed by a specialized designer." Moses said somewhat smugly.

Allen nodded, although he had been in Moses' bedroom as an oil painting for a while when he was removed from the box.

"Come on; the artifacts are in my bedroom." Moses led Allen to her bedroom.

Allen immediately saw the replacement for the one that had 'squeezed' him off the wall.

It was an oil painting of a sea of flowers, with a very bright assortment of flowers and a beautiful treatment of colors that looked clear.

"It looks like you like flowers." Allen sighed in admiration, but unfortunately, the painting didn’t give him any power.

"It's a painting by another famous painter. Do you get that strange feeling?" Moses asked.

Allen shook his head, "No if this isn't a fake painting, it only means that the artist wasn't paying attention when he painted it."

Allen recalled when he was working as an oil painter, and although it was a disgusting painting, Moom's concentration made Allen sense that he was giving his feelings to the paintings.

'Does the painter have to have real feelings for the painting for me to be able to absorb that strange power? Should I look for where Van Gogh's real painting is?'' Just as Allen was speculating, he noticed that Moses' expression was odd.

"Allen, what kind of a man are you, anyway?" Moses inquired curiously.

Allen shrugged, "I'm just an average recent college graduate or just a gambler with a bit of good luck, but I don't like to gamble."

Allen was telling the truth. His father was a gambler who chose to go on a robbery because he couldn't afford to pay his gambling money, and he was very unlucky that the family he robbed had a gun and shot him down straight away.

Allen's mother's illness was also related to that asshole's father. If it weren’t for getting these magical eyes, Allen wouldn't have chosen to make money by gambling.

"And what kind of a person are you? Miss. Moses?" Allen suddenly smiled at Moses.

Moses cocked his head and spread his hands, and smiled, "As you can see, a rich and beautiful lady."

Moses laughed at her words, but Allen looked at her with a light smile, and his eyes seemed to hint at sympathy. "I can see that underneath this scenic exterior of yours is a tired soul. I've heard Jerome say that your parents died unexpectedly, and the whole piece of the family business was given to you to take care of. You must be exhausted, right?" Allen inquired in a soft tone.

Allen saw Moses crying at night with a picture of her parents with her while he was still an oil painting, telling the picture how hard it had been for her all these years.

Moses' biggest dream was to become a ballerina, but her parents' death put the family's responsibilities squarely on her back. This caused her to give up on her dream and start taking on a business that she didn't want to do.

Moses looked at Allen's gentle eyes, and at this moment, she wanted to cry, as if she had found someone who truly understood her. But having always pretended to be strong, she subconsciously wanted to hide.

"I have another piece of art that my friend brought over from Africa. I wasn't sure if it would be useful to you, so I put it in the bathroom." Moses avoided Allen's gaze and led him into the bathroom.

Several ornaments were sitting on a shelf in the bathroom, and one of them, a green and black stone statue, caught Allen's attention.

It was a statue in a rugged African style. Allen didn't recognize African gods, but he could see a greenish glow emanating from the statue.

"This statue does have a lot of character." Allen walked over to the shelf and took the statue into his hands.

A green light turned into a stream and converged into Allen's eyes.

In an instant, Allen reached Africa, and before him was a native African in feathered attire.

Allen guessed that he would have turned into a rock this time because the African native had a file in his hand.

Allen felt like he was being lifted, and then this African native took a carving knife and carved it into his body. Stone chips fell from his body.

"It's a good thing that as a stone, it doesn't hurt, or I would have died of pain. A file can be much rougher than a paintbrush." Allen spat under his breath while waiting for the African native to finish carving it and painting it with oils.

After Allen's possessed statue was completed, it was placed on the altar below many natives to worship. The feathered natives who carved him should belong to the category of high priest.

For the rest of the time, Allen was in that African tribe, receiving the natives' worship. Just as his soul felt numb again, a couple of adventurers took him out of the tribe and couriered him to Moses' house.

This time, Moses put it in the bathroom and started to undress.