Celestial Mage

Chapter 7 Deep Blood Instinct
Oil painting is a kind of painting that uses quick-drying vegetable oil to blend pigments and is made on a drawing board. It is also the most mainstream painting method in the world.

The pigments used in oil painting have strong hardness, and after the picture dries, it can maintain its luster for a long time.With the hiding power and transparency of the pigment, the objects depicted are rich in color and have a strong three-dimensional texture.

In the Golden Land, only oil paintings can be exhibited in Daya Hall, and naturally, only oil paintings can be sold at high prices.

This is the main reason why Sellers let Rosen study oil painting.

The next morning.

Cyrus pulled the drowsy Rosen up from the floor.

"Get up~ hurry up! Remember, I hate lazy apprentices the most!"

With a jolt, Rosen woke up immediately, and immediately stood up straight: "Teacher, I remember!"

Sellers pointed to the complete set of oil painting tools on the table: "I have taught you the basics of painting. I believe that as long as you get the hang of using these pigments, you will be able to draw good paintings in no time. works, huh?"

"Yes, mentor."

"Then, after breakfast, let's start right away!"

Breakfast was ready, and it turned out to be quite rich, with bread, vegetable soup, and a small piece of bacon.

Before eating, Rosen was a little unsure: "Mentor, are these all for me?"

"Why so much nonsense? Give it to me quickly!"

Rosen complied immediately.

After eating breakfast like wind and clouds, he picked up the tools, compared with the knowledge he learned last night, and began to study carefully.

After half an hour of concentrated study, he roughly figured out how to use the tool, and when he was about to start practicing, a flow of information flashed in his mind.

'Found a new printing tool, is it loaded? '

Rosen was taken aback: "Can it still be like this? '

Of course choose to load.

After waiting patiently for more than ten seconds, I received another stream of information: "The loading of the new tool is complete, and it is included in the print backup option." '

Rosen was delighted, and when he was about to try to print, he heard Cyrus' dissatisfied scolding again.

"Why are you standing there in a daze?!"

"I'm warning you, if you can't draw a painting that can sell for money within half a month, you don't want to learn any spells from me! Do you understand?"

"Understood, mentor!"

Rosen was shocked by the yelling, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: "Cyrus seems to only care about spells, so he is only jealous of my ability in spells."He doesn't seem to care about painting at all. '

In this way, his talent in painting should not lead to death, but he will be valued more by Sellers because of it.

As soon as these thoughts flashed by, Rosen immediately adjusted his strategy.

He said with a look of 'joy': "Teacher, I seem to have figured out how to use these things."

Cyrus was dubious: "Little baby, I don't like apprentices who talk big."

Rosen looked 'confident': "Teacher, I'm not talking too much. You see, these paints are actually a special kind of paintbrush, which is not much different from the charcoal painting I used to do."

Cyrus believed this, and he immediately felt much better. After thinking for a while, he pointed to himself: "Then try to draw a picture of me as I am now."

"Yes, teacher."

Rosen set up the drawing board, and then carefully observed Sellers.

After carefully choosing the angle, I started to take screenshots with the adventure log, took hundreds of screenshots in a row, and then chose the one that best showed the mysterious temperament of the mage, and started printing.

The next moment, his hands seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, skillfully mixed the paint, picked up the brush and knife, and began to paint in a 'brushing' manner.

In the screenshot, Cyrus is sitting at the edge of a small square table, holding a thick parchment book in his hand, with the words "Sylles' Spell Notes" written on the pages.

If it was last night, even if Rosen saw these words, he would not recognize them, but now, he can recognize them.

There was a sudden movement in my heart: "Spell notes, that is, spell books, don't they contain Cyrus' knowledge of spells?" '

With Cyrus' tolerance like the eye of a needle, if you want him to take the initiative to teach spells, it's like dancing on the edge of a knife, and you will be finished if you are not careful.

Although it is also possible to grind bit by bit, it is bound to consume a lot of time, and it may not be possible to learn everything.

Therefore, it is better to learn by stealing!

As soon as this idea came out, it quickly occupied Rosen's mind like wildfire.

He had to take a deep breath, try to suppress the thoughts in his mind, stay focused, and continue painting.

Cyrus naturally didn't know what Rosen was thinking, he was still sitting on the chair, flipping through his spell book generously.

He didn't care about Rosen's gaze, and he didn't worry about being stolen by this 'illiterate' apprentice.

The difficulty of oil painting is much higher than that of brushes, and the paint dries quickly. It is necessary to stop and adjust the paint many times in the middle. Therefore, it took more than 2 hours to 'print' this painting.

After finishing the painting, Rosen took a step back, with a look of "seeking praise" on his face: "Mentor, the painting is finished~~"

Cyrus looked up at him, and said with a faint smile, "Looking at your appearance, you can paint well? Young people, overconfidence is pride. Oil painting involves many advanced skills, which are not easy to learn."

If everyone could paint well, this oil painting would not be sold at a high price.

When he was young, he also thought about taking a painter as a sideline job and using painting to support his methods, but the things he painted were not wanted at all, and he lost a lot of money, so he gave up this idea since then.

While talking, he closed the spell book, got up and walked to the drawing board.

The moment he saw the drawing board, Cyrus' figure froze, motionless, without blinking his eyelids, as if someone had placed him in a hold.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a pointed round hat and a gray cloth cloak sitting impressively on the drawing board.

He held the spell book in one hand, and leaned on the back of the chair casually with the other. There was an obsession with spells in his eyes, but a trace of melancholy appeared on his brows. imprints.

Cyrus had a very strange feeling, as if he was looking in a mirror, but it was not the same as looking in a mirror normally.

The person in the painting in front of me is not a simple copy, but a "condensed spirit", so that it reveals a strong spiritual appeal, as if it has its own soul.

He subconsciously twirled the sparse beard on his chin, and praised involuntarily: "Oh~~~ Not bad! Really good! Little guy, your talent in painting is really outstanding!"

This time, it was pure praise, with deep joy in it, but not the slightest bit of jealousy, not even envy.

Rosen guessed right, Cyrus valued only spells.

After appreciating for a long time, the middle-aged mage with a vicissitudes of life turned his head to look at Rosen, his eyes were full of fire, as if he was looking at an inexhaustible cornucopia.

"Rosen, this painting is very good, but it doesn't make money, because no one will be interested in a strange mage."

Rosen knowingly asked: "Then what should I do, mentor?"

On the face of the middle-aged mage, there was a wretched smile that men could understand: "Only beautiful women are the real hard currency! There will be countless lustful men who are willing to spend a lot of money for them!"

Before Rosen could speak, he clapped his hands vigorously, speaking faster and faster.

"Men's hobbies are very specific. From childhood to old age, they are most interested in beautiful girls."

"The pure and ignorant clear eyes, the smooth and supple skin, and the seductive figure that is naturally charming in the green, are the supreme temptation that no man can resist."

For these words, Rosen expressed a hundred approval.

In the previous life on Earth, whenever a pretty little girl passed by a barbecue stand, the elders sitting on the barbecue stand, no matter how old or young, whether married or unmarried, regardless of moral level, would definitely pay attention to her.

Even if the body does not turn, the neck will turn, even if the neck is not turned by force, the eyeballs will also turn.

Even if a ruthless person can keep his eyeballs still, the corner of his eye will quietly move over.

The male instinct deep in the blood, the acquired reason can't stop it at all!
"So, you know what to draw?"

Rosen nodded immediately: "Mentor, can I draw the beautiful girl named Lilith I met downstairs yesterday?"

'poof~~'

Cyrus choked on the saliva and quickly shook his head: "That girl is beautiful, but she is a rose with poisonous thorns, so I can't draw it!"

Rosen looked 'disappointed': "But she is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I can't draw things I haven't seen before."

Cyrus couldn't refute this statement, and he also knew that if Lilith was really painted, it would definitely sell for a high price, but there would be endless troubles.

But he was indeed too short of money. Going to the Mage Guild to buy a low-level standard spell would cost 30 crowns, but he racked his brains and took huge risks to go into the deep mountains and old forests to suppress bandits, and the bounty was only 10 crowns.

After thinking about it, he asked, "You can draw, but you have to change your appearance a little bit, such as making the eyes bigger and the mouth bigger, so that no one can recognize Lilith."

Rosen immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, I can't do it!"

"When I paint, I have a wonderful inspiration in my mind. If I modify it without authorization, the inspiration will disappear, and then the painting will be very ugly! Uh~ it's very, very ugly!"

Sellers also believes this, because he knows that many famous painters have eccentricities, especially the pursuit of perfection, which is almost impossible.

So, he tried hard to think of a solution, and after thinking about it, he suddenly gritted his teeth and put on a desperate expression.

"You wait here. I'll go find that girl for you right away, and we can make money together!"

(End of this chapter)