Is the Evil God Me?

Beside the high tea table, the beautiful boy leaned on it naturally and gracefully, and while chatting with the peerless charming stunner not far away, he accepted all the efforts of the painter Warden. The fate of this poor man is pinned on this painting at this moment. There is always an invisible price in the opportunities given by others.

Although this price was not what Lynn expected, in this environment, even if he did not intend to ask for anything, some people would automatically have bad ideas for this opportunity.

Like Amis.

But things took a turn for the worse...

The brush was flying and swaying the paint. The brush skillfully outlined the outline of Lin En's handsome face, and the right pigment filling was taking the fine and delicate strokes as the skeleton, filling the flesh and blood of the person in the painting.

Such an accomplishment, such a method!

As if he already had a painting in his heart, and his dexterous hands were just embodying the painting, the painter Worden was more serious than ever after entering the state, and his whole person fell into a strange excitement. , the sense of madness possessed by an artist appeared in him.

No one would have expected that this desolate, poor and lowly bone actually possessed excellent painting skills.

Especially those painters who were crowded behind Worden and were originally waiting for him to make a fool of themselves. From the beginning, they were disdainful of the unfamiliar sneer, and now they stared at the hands. The change of attitude was not given by themselves, but by the Worden was amazed by the technique.

From sketching to coloring, every brush stroke looks just right.

What genre is this?

The painters exchanged glances with each other and asked each other. A little realistic style of church painting, but it is like the painting method introduced by [Fairy Forest], the coloring aspect has the coloring style of traditional oil painting, and the coloring is more delicate, which seems to be a brand new method.

This is all astonishing, the uninitiated sees the fun, the expert sees the doorway.

No one can believe that innovations that the masters are not necessarily eager to have appeared in this place of the lower Liba people, just like no one believed that a genius boy from the folk could beat the court musicians in musical attainments, and even pioneered the A grand symphony performance. There was a strong jealousy in the eyes of one painter. He stared at Worden's back, gritted his teeth, and raised his hand without self-control to overthrow this unsightly easel.

is his! It's all his! He has already memorized this technique, just let this lower riba not finish the painting...

clang!

The next moment, the envy of the painter who gritted his teeth ferociously raised his head, making a loud metal collision sound. In the vision that is about to lose consciousness, there are a pair of emerald eyes that are extraordinarily bright and sharp.

All I saw was a tin cup rolled to the side.

Lin En slowly withdrew his throwing hand, his emotionless eyes were like fine jade, and in front of this mirror-like gaze, like the jealous painter, who had some careful thoughts, he involuntarily lowered himself. He didn't dare to look directly at the elf boy.

"Drag it out and throw it in the mud pit!"

The attendant on the side clapped his palms, and soon the chicken that was slaughtered was dragged out of the hall. As for where he is going, whether he has a reputation in the future, this does not require Lynn to worry any more. , this kind of villain dares to do this on this occasion, he is provoking the master's face, and it is his luck not to be beaten to death.

And Worden turned a deaf ear to everything that happened in the outside world, and completely devoted himself to his own creation.

When Lynn's eyes were cold, and the warm temperament of the whole person burst out with a light that I see me, and can't tolerate darkness, the painter Worden seemed to be in a convulsion, and captured the most crucial demeanor of Lynn. , perfected at a dizzying speed.

The nutrients in the paint box are rapidly dwindling.

Lynn stood by the high tea table for nearly two hours. During the two hours of modeling time, he was relatively leisurely, able to move a little, with a tea table to lean on, and a woman beside him. The Count accompanies the chat. In this scene in the salon, people's attention was also attracted by the slowly forming paintings. More and more people stopped to watch, and the resulting congestion had to make the attendants start part-time traffic police to maintain the order of the flow of people.

Two hours later, the crowd suddenly burst into exclamations.

"The sage is above! This picture is beautiful!" This is the compliment.

"The beauty of youth in this era can be perfectly summed up with this painting." This is a sigh, someone has reached a new height.

"It will be passed down to the world..." This is a peep into the value.

Worden wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the beautiful boy on the drawing paper in front of him, and smiled contentedly. Whether it is people who make paintings, or whether paintings make people, has become less important at this time. The important thing is that painting has become. Painter Warden's skill in this painting immediately shocked everyone. Whether it is the composition, light and shadow, or the capture of the characters, it is just right. The whole painting looks as if the second Lynn is in the painting for everyone to appreciate.

Lin En, who is tall and straight, has a very gentle temperament in the painting, like an elf coming from a land of lush water and grass. His delicate face has an indescribable beauty, but it can obviously make people feel that he It is not the strength of the daughter.

Especially those eyes!

The blazing, terrifyingly clean emerald eyes are unforgivable for evil and treacherous, and only a villain with evil intentions will feel guilty and tremble in front of this awe-inspiring. So expressive, this painting almost brought Lynn to life.

The difference between a painting and a photo is whether the artist can capture the expression of the subject at a certain moment.

Lynn was finally able to move freely.

The countess waved to her beloved little gentleman, and she smiled sweetly with satisfaction and amazement along with the crowd.

"The painting is pretty good."

"Let me see what kind of masterpiece this is..."

He walked over quickly, and when he took a closer look, his first reaction was that the painting was really good, much better than his third-rate painter who could only paint the human body but couldn't describe the facial features and expressions. Looking at it again, Lynn felt that his breathing became a little more difficult. I don't know whether this painting was intentional or unintentional. The structure of light and shadow vaguely formed a faint outline behind him in the painting. That outline is in the picture. Lynn looks a lot like the Black Holy Grail!

'It should be a coincidence. ’

Lynn didn't believe that an ordinary person, an ordinary painting, could inadvertently paint an existence like the Black Holy Grail. This should be a technique, a method used by the church to paint a habit of adding a halo behind a person to set off a higher and divine person.