Mysteries of the Earthsea

"The mysterious land sea (

"Shushasha~" The brush gently slides on the drawing board,

Charles, sitting in the port area, draws the rows of boats at the dock.

The cargo transportation on Hope Island has stopped, and all the output of the agricultural area is quickly hoarding in the warehouse, in preparation for the arrival of the Bright Sacred Fleet.

"This colleague, who did you learn your style of painting from? Why haven't I seen this in other islands?" An old voice came from behind him.

When Charles turned his head, he saw the old man who was missing a front tooth looking at him.

"It's you! You asked me to paint for you and your wife before. Didn't you expect that you are also a painter?" said the old man with missing teeth very familiarly.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Charles immediately remembered that he had painted himself and Lily with a grudging smile on his face. "I haven't learned much, just just paint it completely."

"Oh? Really? Then I will teach you well. Although your style of painting is unique, you still have a lot of problems with your painting. Don't worry, I was a professor at the British Isles of Art before."

Looking at the familiar old man in front of him, Charles did not refuse after thinking about it. Although he paints just to relieve pressure, it is good to be able to improve his skills without pressing himself down.

As soon as the old man with missing teeth entered the teaching state, he immediately became like a different person, and his tone was suddenly much harsher.

"The colors here are too hot, and there is no big relationship here. How come these few areas are divided into a few more, no way, there is no need to change this painting at all, I tore and repaint!"

Although very strict, Charles clearly felt that the other party was qualified to say this.

With the scrapped manuscripts, Charles' painting ability has been significantly improved. With his extraordinary finger control ability, his painting skills have surpassed most ordinary painters who rely on painting.

"Well, this one looks much more comfortable." The old man with missing teeth looked at the new drawing on the drawing board and nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, he gave Charles a surprised look, "My friend, your talent for drawing is very high."

But before Charles was polite for a few words, the other party's face was suddenly dimmed.

"Hey, no matter how talented you are, what's the use? Those of us with paintbrushes are getting harder and harder.

Charles was surprised. "What? Old sir, you paint very well."

The old man shook his head sadly. "It's useless. The photo studio has taken away too many people from us. Before the photos were black and white, we people are still a bit competitive, but since the research institute of the Governor's Mansion has developed a new kind of light-sensitive material, If the camera can take color photos, we people will have nowhere to survive."

This news made Charles himself feel a kind of surprise, how could he never heard of such a thing.

"Think about it, the photo studio can take a hundred photos as long as we draw one, think about how we can compare them." said the old man with missing teeth.

Charles saw the blue ferry ticket in his chest pocket and said unexpectedly: "Then you are leaving this island soon??"

"Yes, this island is developing too fast, I can't keep up, look there."

Charles followed his fingers and found that there was a factory in the distance. Inside the factory with yellow walls and black tiles, a towering smoke pipe pierced the greenhouse directly outside.

"I have seen this kind of thing once in the British Isles, and soon all kinds of new things will emerge from it, and the entire life of the person will be greatly changed."

"Has the industrial revolution begun again..." Charles secretly asked while looking at the factory in the distance.

Not long after he came back, the speed of development on the island was even more amazing than he thought.

"Isn't life changed?" Charles asked rhetorically.

"Okay, of course it is good. New things are always better than old things. For example, a camera is better than a painter. But I am old and I can't change it. I would rather die with the old things." The old man used melancholy. He touched the drawing board on his back.

"I hope it will take some time for the new things from the island to spread to other islands. At least in other places, I can still eat in this craft."

Charles looked at the old painter's off-line cuffs and patched pants. "Old gentleman, weren't you a professor at the art school before?"

"That was a long time ago, but Governor Swann feels that he prefers steam and gears full of power rather than enhancing people's love and understanding of beauty. So he occupied the art academy and transformed it into a mechanical university. I still remember that year. He also took the students to the Governor's Mansion to protest."

Speaking of this, the toothless old man smiled bitterly, "But now there is nothing, the whole island is gone, and the governor is gone. I guess it won't be long before I will be gone."

After the artist finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the pier. For some reason, Charles felt a trace of desolation from his back.

"I heard that the college of Hope Island is expanding recently. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com needs a teacher who is experienced in painting. I think you can try it." Charles said abruptly.

The old man with missing teeth turned around suspiciously. "No? I've seen it there before. I don't have this major at all."

"You can check it out again, maybe it's available now."

The old painter's face was dubious, he bought all the tickets, and he came out like this, but it didn't look like he was lying to himself when he looked at the other party's promise.

"Ding Ding Ding~!" A crisp car bell rang beside Charles.

The old and the young heard the reputation, a postman in a green uniform, riding a bicycle on one foot, looked at them.

Charles knew the postman in front of him. It was his first officer's bandage.

"What are you?" Charles asked hesitantly

"Mother wants me to...deliver the letter...then I will deliver...the letter..." the bandage said slowly.

While listening to the bandage, Charles noticed something different. He stepped forward and wiped the bandage face with his hand, and found that there was no foundation on his face.

"Those tattoos are gone? How did you do it?" Charles asked very surprised.

"It's very simple... I put... the whole face down..."

Charles nodded approvingly. "You have a strong healing ability. This is indeed a good way. By the way, have you remembered all the information on the tattoo?"

"I...find someone...and made the tannin...keep it..." said the bandage, and took his previous face out of his arms and handed it to Charles.

Charles touched the human skin face in his hands, and said with some surprise: "The workmanship is very good."

"He is a...good cobbler...very good at making shark skin..."