Shoot The Dragon With One Arrow

"Master is the Master, the painting process is in one go."

Anderson took the Dragon Snake with bold strokes, and soon an ink double appeared on the white cloth Tail cat.

This two-tailed cat is lying on a rock. The lines are beautiful, but it is too freehand. The appearance is very different from Pepper. It can be seen that the species is the limit.

"Okay."

"Master painted well, this cat has a lot of charm, and the whole painting has a profound artistic conception."

Anderson finished, Some looked at their works proudly, and were satisfied with the reactions of the people around them.

From the perspective of the painting, this is indeed a masterpiece, but as a birthday gift, it is a failed one. Anderson didn’t observe Pepper at all, and he was more concerned when painting. Own technique. Never considered Mrs. Ruth's mood at all.

During the painting process, Evan observed Mrs. Ruth’s expression several times, and the smile was very blunt, obviously not very fond of it. Mrs. Ruth is not a person who loves painting. He is interested in Evan's paintings more because he likes Pepper in the paintings.

In the face of Anderson's blindly dazzling skills, enjoying the eyes of everyone, immersed in her own world, Mrs. Ruth feels disgusted from being deep in one's heart.

"Madam, what do you think?" The earl touched his beard, "Are you satisfied with this painting?"

"Very good." Mrs. Ruth's perfunctory nodded, The voice turned and said, "But I like Evan's paintings better. Little Evan, since you are here, should you be ready to paint for me?"

The count heard Mrs. Ruth’s answer, I know that Mrs. Anderson doesn't really like Anderson's paintings.

Evan has been carrying a small box in his hand, that is his toolbox, "Ready, the content of the painting has been thought out, but I need Mrs. Ruth to be my model."

"Model?"

"Hold Pepper and try to keep it as still as possible."

"Madam, Master Anderson just finished painting. You let Evan go up and paint, and it’s too much pressure on him."

"It’s okay, Lord Earl. The painting I want to paint is not in the same style as Master Anderson, so I didn’t compare this one. Say."

As the protagonist of the banquet, Mrs. Ruth is of course the focus of everyone's attention.

When Evan took out the folding drawing board from the toolbox, laid it on drawing paper, and directed Mrs. Ruth to sit on a chair, everyone showed curiosity as it should be by rights.

"What's the matter? Do you want to paint again?"

"Didn’t Master Anderson just finished painting?"

"Who is that little child? Is it Mrs. Ruth’s son?"

"This is impossible. The earl lost his fertility in the war, and their husband and wife had no child."

"Hush, little Click on it, how can you say this in this kind of occasion."

Anderson hadn't enjoyed the feeling of focus for a long time, and found that everyone's eyes turned aside.

"Is this the position?" Mrs. Ruth asked shyly after adjusting the position of her arm.

Ms. Ruth feels quite novel when she has been a model for the first time.

She is also this World first model.

"Yes, that's it, keep this position still."

Let the protagonist of the banquet keep a position, Evan's request is quite excessive. But Mrs. Ruth didn't think it was too much, she was looking forward to the finished painting.

"Huh, I used charcoal to paint? It's too cheap, right." Someone whispered.

But after a closer look, I found that the whisperer was Anderson.

Anderson knew that he had made a mistake. He ignored the protagonist of the banquet, which caused him to be unwelcome. Mrs. Ruth's attitude towards him just now became clear.

Joel begged a lot of people continuously, but all he got was rejection.

"Can even such a small child be able to paint now?" Joel glanced at Evan and walked over in despair.

"Wow, I paint while painting. The level of painting is too bad. How can the earl let him paint Madame Ruth for such a child?"

Joel also bears Irrespective of frowned, Evan's painting style is completely different from this World, which makes them a little unacceptable for the time being.

It's just that with the ebbing of time, Evan's painting gradually took shape, and the people standing behind him couldn't help but eyes shined.

Joel is also one of them.

"This child has two sons."

"This is...Mrs. Ruth? How can it look like this?"

Mrs. Ruth belt in the painting With a small smile, an elegant and poised look, Pepper nestled lazily in her arms, making the painting look quite peaceful.

"Is painting this feeling? I didn't understand it before."

Almost all of this World's paintings are landscape paintings. Very few people-themed paintings, among which I like painting Most of them are men, who are placed at home to admire. This has led to painting becoming a kind of side-by-side skill, and women rarely pay attention to these.

"It is the first time that painting is so interesting. If it is such a painting, I would also like it."

Evan's hand made many noble ladies overturn the previous paintings. I understand, I have some intentions, and I want to have such a painting. My appearance is expressed in the form of paintings, which is very attractive to women who love beauty.

After painting on-site at this time, it is certain that Evan opened the first door of commerce in Uptown. The tuition fees for the coming year have been settled.

Unconsciously, the banquet was quiet, and Evan and Mrs. Ruth became the center.

Evan devoted himself to the final stage of light and shadow adjustment.

"I seem to hear a scream. The scream of a woman." Someone whispered.

"I heard it too?"

"Which man and woman should it be?" A man has a smile of harboring malicious intentions in his eyes.

"No, it's really a scream, a scream."

The surrounding crowd was talking, Evan didn't stop his hand, but he also heard the scream.

"Look at the surrounding trees, how are they shaking." Someone shouted.

Clearly there is no wind, but the trees in the courtyard are shaking.

"Boom——"

The vines used for decoration above the courtyard suddenly collapsed, and a man fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

The surrounding nobles were overwhelmed by the sudden changes, and back again and again.

"What's the situation? Who is this person? How did he fall from the sky?"

Occam's patrol Captain did not let him go forward, and interrogated, "who you are? Know who you are? I don’t know if it’s the Countess’s banquet today?"

The man’s mouth was full of blood, and his hand suddenly stretched out, twisted into a wooden thorn and stretched out, like a snake wandering into Occam’s patrol. Captain's chest.

The wood thorns squirmed, and Occam's patrol Captain's blood faded and quickly turned white. The body became dry, and finally fell aside.

"Ah--"

"It's murder."

"The body becomes a thorn, what is he?"

"Occam's patrol Captain is the third rank of Battle Qi, and he was killed so easily. This man is likely to have the strength of the fourth rank!"

The third rank and the fourth rank are a huge dividing line, extremely difficult to break through. The Battle Qi fourth rank has the ability to release the Battle Qi externally, the magician fourth rank has a natural shield, and the fourth rank can already be called a powerhouse.

"Mrs. Ruth, hurry up."

Evan didn't care about drawing, and pulled Mrs. Ruth to hide behind a table.