Fantasy Family Simulator

Originally, he had always had concerns in his heart. Although his father is a fifth-level magister, but the dark-patterned eagle branch goes northward to the white mouse branch and the thunder bear branch.

Although not for the time being, as long as this possibility exists, the risk will always accumulate.

Maybe it will erupt one day, and it will have an impact on the whole territory.

The last time he saw the fifth-level Shadow Tiger being killed by his father, he kept thinking in his heart, what should he do if the sixth-level monster came?

Now it seems that there is no need to worry!

At this moment, knowing that his father has reached the peak of an intermediate magister and his strength has reached a big level, he unconsciously relaxes a lot.

High-level monsters are rare even in the Leixiong branch, and the probability of migrating to the Shadow Eagle branch can be said to be very small, and with the combat power of the father, the sixth-level monsters should not be feared.

Ruilai sincerely congratulates:

"Congratulations, Father, for becoming the pinnacle of a magister. Presumably, the threshold of a great magister is within reach for you!"

The corner of Lei Te's mouth curled up, and he said with a smile: "Ruilai, I just broke through, so it's best to keep this matter secret."

Riley's eyes brightened: "I understand, my lord father."

Lei Te lowered his head and looked at the drawing board again, regretting: "This painting is very exquisite, it would be great if it appeared sooner. The first volume of Panlong, which is about to be released, has already been set by the Dalton Chamber of Commerce for the cover. I promise you, Panlong The next few works can use this painting."

Ruilai's heart moved, "Since this is the case, I will take the time to improve this painting and strive for continuous improvement."

The father and son clinked glasses of red wine.

Then, Ruilai put down his wine glass, thought for a while and asked again: "My lord, if "Coiling Dragon" becomes popular, it must be another huge income. How do you plan to deal with this wealth?"

Leiter fell into deep thought, knowing what Ruilai meant, he was actually asking him for guidance on the next step of the territory.

"Since the arrival of Felix, our magic plant reserves have been somewhat insufficient. We should buy mature magic plants in the short term, and buy medium and above magic plant seeds in the long term." Leiter said slowly.

Now the alchemy department in his territory has begun to take shape. In addition to Henk and Felix, two experienced veterans, who can steadily provide a batch of alchemy potions every month, Thales is also catching up, and the other two Apprentices who have just started are also steadily improving.

With the increase of refining manpower and the acceleration of refining speed, the supply of magic plant cultivation fields cannot meet the demand for one year, and additional purchases are required.

Riley nodded: "Understood, after I finish learning painting from the white hat for the past few days, I will talk to President Carleton."

Lei Te laughed and said: "Come on, you will do better! Try to add more artistic cells to our family."

At night, the full moon hangs high.

At this time, the lumberyard was quiet, and the carpenters had already fallen asleep. On the ground, one triangular pile of wooden piles could be seen, and the tools were neatly placed in the corners.

Rylai was standing on the edge of the Darkhawk lumberyard.

In front of him, the white hat quietly observed the two sleeping orcs.

call ~

call ~

The rough grunting sound spread to every corner of the lumberyard, and there was no need to domesticate guard dogs. Just this terrifying grunting sound can scare away ordinary thieves and thieves.

"Drawing training, start now.

The first task I give you is to copy these two sleeping orcs. "

The white hat's faint voice floated over.

Ruilai's expression moved, and his eyes were slightly thoughtful. He took out the drawing board, pen holder, mixing plate and other necessary tools, and condensed some water to moisten the seasoning to prepare for writing.

When everything was ready, the white hat watching from the side said:

"Before I begin, I want to ask a question."

Ruilai raised his head and looked at the white hat.

"What do you think... painting?" The white hat's eyes became more serious and serious.

Under the gaze of the white hat, Ruilai was lost in thought, and after a few minutes, he replied seriously:

"For me, painting is a vivid way to record the beautiful things in the world when I was lonely and lonely from a young age."

The white hat nodded flatly, as if approving the answer, "Then let's start..."

Riley's breathing slowed down, and she turned her attention to the two orcs, focusing on observing every detail, and then began to pick up a watercolor pen, and thickly ink on the drawing board, outline the lines, fill in the colors, and perfect the details.

after an hour.

Two sleeping orcs appeared on the drawing board. The tauren's huge bronze-colored horns were sharp and black in the night, and the pig-headed man's belly was swollen like a pink hill. Their respective characteristics were clearly depicted.

Ruilai glanced at every inch of the drawing board, turned the drawing board around confidently, and showed it to Whitebeard.

In the night, the pattern on the drawing board clearly fell into the eyes of the white hat, but in exchange for a calm face, there was no fluctuation in his face.

"Instructor Whitebeard, what are the flaws in my painting? I hope you can give me some pointers." Reilly asked for advice humbly.

"Well, first of all, it can be seen that you have not received professional painting training in the past, and it is not easy to do this step by yourself." White Beard said slowly: "The degree of restoration is relatively high with a rough sweep, but no matter the color adjustment There are deficiencies in the outline of the lines, the outline of the layers, and the structure of the layers. These basic skills are the basis for us to integrate into our personality. If we do not even have the ability to perfectly restore the world, let alone mix our own understanding, we will not be able to touch The high realm of painting."

"The advanced realm of painting? Incorporating one's own personality?" Riley listened carefully, this was the first time he heard this statement.

"That's right." There was a smile on the corner of Whitebeard's mouth: "I just asked about your understanding of painting, and you also said that it was your choice when you were lonely and bored. And the art of painting, which comes from the hands of painters, must be influenced by painters." Subjective influence. Things are objective, but the beauty and characteristics of things are subjective in our eyes. In our eyes, the impression of any thing may be different from its own image.”

Riley nodded thoughtfully.

"That is to say, when the basic skills reach a certain height, can things be endowed with the so-called 'personality'?"

White Beard smiled: "It depends on the degree of hard work. Basic skills are only a necessary condition, not the key to success."

Riley nodded approvingly, touched his chin: "Well, I will try my best to do this!"

"Hehehe, you are talented and willing to work hard, I believe you can." White Beard smiled and put down the drawing board: "Let's do it again, remember your shortcomings just now..."

Half a month later.

From spring to summer solstice, there is a trace of scorching heat in the air.

Under the clear sky, on the green grass, Leiter was walking in the manor with a swaddling baby in his arms.

This is exactly his fifth grandchild, Tucker's second daughter.

Babies who are not yet full moon are still very fragile, and a layer of light water mist covers the baby to prevent direct sunlight.

Leiter called up the system panel.

[Owner: Rhett Green]

[Second Generation Members: Tucker Green, Riley Green, Thales Green]

[Three generations of members: Dick Green, Kareth Green, Kazena Green, Abel Green, Tracy Green]

【Text Simulation】

【Real Simulation】

[Fate value: 173]

There is an extra name at the end of the members of the three generations.

The baby, who was only a week old, was finally named Trish at Vanessa's insistence.

Leiter maintained the posture of holding his granddaughter Tracy with his left hand, swaying his right hand naturally, strolling leisurely, deliberately showing a kind smile.

The bright sun shines on his face, which looks quite holy and kind.

It's like shooting a photo book.

In fact, it was similar. On the other corner of the lawn, the second son, Ruilai, calmly brushed and painted, quickly sketching the scene in front of him on a drawing board.

A majestic man, with a dignified and amiable look, was holding a young baby in his arms, stepping on the green grass, bathed in the sun, behind them were flowers, and behind the flowers was the tall Dark Rock Fortress.

"Okay, Rilai." Leiter's posture remained unchanged, but his voice drifted forward.

He has maintained this position for two hours.

Of course, this is also his request, and he hopes that this "grandfather and grandson group photo" will be perfect.

"Immediately, just a little bit, just wait for about half an hour." Ruilai hurriedly comforted her, and at the same time changed into a red watercolor pen to decorate the flowers on the grass.

At this moment, Leiter was still thinking that he should take a picture another day... no, it was a family portrait. Since he couldn't do it himself, he could ask a white-hat painter to help.

Hmm...not a bad idea.

"Good news, good news!"

A hasty and loud shout came from the stone path.

Tucker, who rushed in from the gate of the manor, was in a hurry. When he saw Leiter's position, he made a sharp turn and approached.

His speed is very fast, and he can reach a distance of several hundred meters in a few seconds.

Leiter frowned, seeing his eldest son rushing over, he hurriedly stopped:

"Tuck, don't move, we'll talk about something later."

"Okay, Father!" Tucker stopped abruptly, touched the back of his head, and held a beautiful book with his other hand. On the cover of the book was a picture of a mountain forest with a big The word "coiled dragon" in Chinese.

Realizing that Rilai seemed to be painting for his father, Tucker waited patiently aside, looking down at "Coiling Dragon" from time to time, with a flash of wonder in his eyes.

Half an hour passed.

"Okay, my lord father, you can move freely now."

After Ruilai finished speaking, he also inserted the watercolor pen into the pen holder, and looked at the work in front of him with satisfaction. Since studying with the white hat half a month ago, although I have not comprehended the so-called integration of personality, under the guidance of a famous teacher, the shortcomings of basic skills have basically been filled.

Leiter was finally free from the restraint of his unchanging posture, and began to pace around on the grass.

At this time, Tucker came up excitedly again, holding a book, "Father..."

"Wait a minute!" Lei Te waved his hands without looking sideways, looked at Rui Lai, and said with a little expectation: "Ri Lai, let me see how the paintings of me and Tracy are."

Tucker: .

Rui Lai stepped forward with a smile and handed the drawing board to his father: "I tried my best and played to a very high level. This is already the limit of what I can create. If there is any dissatisfaction, father, please forgive me."

"Haha, not bad!" Leiter gave a rare and bold smile, held the drawing board fondly, and praised: "Oh, I seem to see myself standing with Tracy with my own eyes, that must be a beautiful picture, Ruilai you His drawing skills are amazing!"

"Where, I still have a lot of room for improvement." Ruilai said modestly.

"No, no, in short, in my opinion, this painting is a work full of love and focus, and I am quite satisfied." Leiter shook his head indifferently, and then, as if he finally remembered Tucker, he urged: "Taker, I give you a task, you hang it in the center of the hall on the first floor of the castle, at the bottom, I want to see it every day."

"Ah? Father, I still have something to tell you." Tucker said aggrievedly.

"I'll talk about it later, hurry up." Leiter slapped Tucker on the shoulder and pushed him away.

Tucker looked a little resentful.

"Cough, cough." Rilai watched from the side, and interjected, "Father, this watercolor painting needs to be exposed to the air for a while to make its colors more solidified."

"Oh? Is that so..." Leiter was stunned for a moment, pretending to be stunned, the hand that pushed Tucker's shoulder was raised, turned to clap, and smiled: "By the way, what did you want to say just now?" coming?"

Tucker blinked, his eyes were blank, and he suspected that he was not his own for a moment.

He muttered dissatisfiedly: "Father, it's your "Coiling Dragon", which has become popular in Dark Eagle City, and I'm here to tell you the good news!

You don't know, when I inspected Dark Eagle City just now, I found that many people were talking about the plot in "Coiling Dragon". I went to the Dalton Chamber of Commerce to have a look, and the line was lined up in a long queue. The scene was too spectacular!

Tucker's eyes were bright, and the more he talked, the more excited he became. He quickly put the unhappiness behind him and looked at his father's proud face.

"Well, it turned out to be this matter..." Lei Te nodded, not too surprised.

"Father, did you already know?" Tucker looked at his father.

At this time, Rayleigh added:

"Before a novel is released, many people will try it out, and based on the feedback, the effect of the first release will be obtained. My father must have made preparations in advance, and I have already anticipated today's situation."

Good son, you have thought of a good reason for your father... Leiter glanced at him, pretending to be profound: "That's right, that's it..."

Tucker and Riley looked at their father's eyes and worshiped again!

On the outskirts of Dark Eagle City.

"Mycroft, if you have anything to say, I have to go on patrol." Vicky said, looking at McCoff.

Vicky is wearing a fiery red mage robe today, outlining a bumpy figure, a plump figure, and long, slender, straight legs. Although she doesn't look young, she always exudes the charm of a mature woman.

"Don't waste your time, Vicky, thank you very much for inviting me to drink last time, so I brought you a special gift today." Mycroft smiled gently, and took out a beautiful book from his arms.

2 in 1, long wait

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