Is the Evil God Me?

If there were less entertainment, Lynn believed that today's well-organized salon party would be perfect.

There are constantly nimble maids and waiters holding food and drinks in and out like fish. There is nothing more pleasant than a glass of lemonade after a wonderful eloquence.

Lynn noticed that the hottest political topic of debate nowadays is the international situation. As the actual winner, how to construct a continental situation in favor of Albion is quite discussed. On the topic of art, the pursuit of human beauty in "Fairy Forest" has a tendency to become a new genre. As for philosophy, the topic of discussion is somewhat dangerous, and it may be invited to tea by the Inquisition, which involves the composition of the wisdom of God and man.

all in all!

The atmosphere here is really good.

In the short moment when there is no need to worry about material things, everyone can give full play to their talents, do their best to express their opinions, elaborate their ideas, and create their own works. In this kind of communication, everyone seems to be Become pure and high-spirited.

Of course, it seems.

Among the courtesy and greetings, in the gathering place of painters in the art district, something less pure seems to be happening.

Lynn, who was greeting a timber merchant from South County, exerted the social charm expected by the countess, and could easily lubricate the Russell family. Lynn just needs to keep in mind that Earl Amiste does not express her position, and as her spokesperson for this social interaction, he can reveal some kind of biased expectation, like a real business bullshit, naturally Someone will come up and take over.

But what made Lynn uncomfortable was that Leonardo never tried to approach him.

The son of the Labour Party, in the political district, was raging with a group of young people, waving his fists and telling how many men Albion had died and how many were struggling for food and clothing because of the continental war.

[Steam City] The miserable life of the people in Xiacheng District has become a good card for these young warriors, so that every family can have a piece of bread, milk, cheese and meat The slogan has become a slogan. Labour's cabinet is the loudest voice in this rich and powerful place.

And this also happened to meet the postwar expectations of businessmen.

Lynn could see that Leonardo's face became a few points bright red amid the praise and cheers, and he couldn't hide his smile, as if he had just drank a big glass of wine.

He didn't come, and from the countess' perspective, the reserved Lynn didn't intend to take the initiative to go there.

Wouldn't it be nice to accompany the charming and beautiful mature woman by my side to look at the paintings, listen to the strong tenor, and comment on the performance of a certain performance artist.

It's a vacation, it's like a vacation~

The little gentleman and the countess, who were watching the lively, soon heard a loud quarrel. Before the others could react, these two fellows who had a good relationship with each other had already occupied a good position to watch the play.

The scenario is simple.

A poor painter, embarrassed expression, and a lively servant next to him, this painter and his blank works that he did not draw are about to face the fate of being thrown out.

Understandable.

Self-proclaimed painter, but a poor and sour person who has not painted a single stroke since he came in, has a gimmick, and inevitably has to meet the master's iron fist to maintain order.

The identity of a painter in this era is not like the information age. If you can draw poorly on a blog or a blog, you can also create a bunch of fans to protect you. People who don't draw well and don't look good can use their fists to make you understand what it means to be poorly served and suffer a tragic end.

"Why didn't he draw a single stroke?"

Lynn activated his pick-up skills, and easily learned the answer from the coyness of a noble lady.

"This pariah is reluctant to paint, and is very picky about his models, so he just doesn't want to paint." The young lady stared at Lynn's beautiful face with sparkling eyes, and wanted to invite him to the garden for a walk.

Lynn, who had no good feelings at all, pulled away with a polite smile, leaving her in a state of desperation, and she was still in the mood to experience what it means to be used as a tool.

"My painting is art! It is a work of art that cannot be desecrated... If there is no goal that can satisfy me, I will never paint even a single stroke! [Enlightenment Sage] Above, you can't do this to a painter! "

The shabby painter blushed.

His pitiful and baseless argument made Lin En inexplicably think of Kong Yiji. The people watching the fun now don't really care about his painting skills, but there is an inexplicable atmosphere, as if they are all looking forward to something.

"Sorry, sir, if you don't paint, I think there are other painters outside who will need this position even more, so I have to ask you out."

One of the attendants said helplessly, if he didn't want to make trouble and was trampled by several painters who couldn't see it, he wouldn't want to make such a thing when the master opened the salon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He is really stubborn. "Lynn looked at the embarrassed painter and said something to the countess.

"so?"

Amiste's charming eyes squinted, and she already knew that the kind-hearted Lynn planned to do a good deed every day and do a small thing that was easy to do.

"So, isn't there a ready-made perfect model here?" Just now, when a vampire used his identity as a referee, he missed the title of the most handsome gentleman in this house, and Lynn felt a little unhappy.

Nothing proves your looks better than a portrait.

Let's catch this poor man by the way.

"Sometimes, it's okay to give the trapped people a chance." The countess waved the folding fan in her hand indifferently. The contradictions in this world are already very sharp. What is the benefit of showing a hideous face?

Between a slap in the face, a pay cut, and a slice of bread, death may come.

Diaomin: If you can't kill other people, you can't kill you grassroots managers?

"Since he wants to paint, then let this painter try it out. If it's a model, how about me?" The tall, slender, elf-like young man entered with his head held high and took off his top hat. The bright eyes made everyone feel that the field of vision seemed to be filled with the scenery blowing from the field.

"Uh... if you want, sir." As soon as the attendant saw Lynn, he was very insightful and realized that the identity of a young man was not simple.

I have to say that Lynn's appearance is still very deceptive.

"First, thank you for your kindness, sir. It is my honor to be able to draw a portrait for you, and your wife, if it is a pair of portraits, it will be more perfect, it is a unique treasure!" This poor painter seems to be really With two brushes, not only do you want Lynn to be her model, but Emiste can also get involved.