Bright red and viscous liquid droplets fell on the linen.

But it was quickly applied to a pair of hands. During the application process, bright yellow, dark brown and a hint of blue were added.

Various colors jumped on the paved cloth surface, like a group of restless elves, but they quickly merged into a whole, just like it, and only then could they see that this was a ball of flame!

It turned out to be a painting.

The picture is very simple, just a ball of flames jumping in a fireplace. The fireplace is very regular and the flames are very twisted, as if they are about to rush out of the fireplace at any time.

In the Kingdom of Carl, it is popular to use charcoal pens to paint. Put the wood into a closed pot and fire it. It will be black charcoal strips. The fine charcoal strips can draw a vivid outline, the coarse charcoal strips can paint uniform shadows of light and darkness. A skilled charcoal painter can use simple black and white to make the picture look very three-dimensional.

And this kind of colorful painting is rare.

"It looks so good." A nice voice sounded in the painter's ears, "Those colors are very vivid."

The painter didn't raise his head and was still processing the picture for the final processing, but he explained seriously: "This is the method I invented... Dry the colored stones, or some petals, grind them into powder of various colors, and then mix them with flaxseed oil into a paste, and then draw on the cloth... Various colors, this is what the world should have, isn't it?"

"Indeed." The nice female voice continued, "Are these next to you also your works? I saw that there are flowers, grass, and clear river water."

"Well. If you want, compare 50 copper cloth to one piece." The painter nodded, still not raising his eyes.

"Can you draw a portrait for me?" The voice never left, and it was suddenly said after a long time.

The painter finally looked up.

Only then can I see that the painter holding the brush is a handsome young man. He looks in his early twenties and his clothes are not gorgeous, but at least they are well-tailored. The young man's hands are very tender and not rough. He should at least have a wealthy family background and don't need to do too much work. For some reason, he sells paintings on the streets of Karl Wangting.

The painter saw the owner of a nice female voice.

He was a girl in black clothes, with a beautiful appearance worthy of her pleasant voice, with long, black hair hanging down to her waist. Her pupils were also the pure black that was rare in the Kingdom of Carl... but her skin was very pale, and she looked like a figure walking out of a charcoal stroke, with clear black and white.

"I don't draw people." The young man quickly shook his head, "I only draw things of color."

It seemed that I realized the inappropriateness of my words. After all, a girl with such a pale skin may have some disease. The young man sighed, pointed to his eyes, and explained a few more words: "My eyes can see colors that ordinary people cannot see, but this color is only found in nature! There are mountains, trees, and rivers, but only people do not. Therefore, I don't paint people."

"I understand." The girl in black nodded quickly, and her eyes fell back on the painting, "These colors are really good."

The admiration in her eyes was obviously very sincere.

After staring at her for a while, the young man finally smiled: "I don't want your money anymore. Which one do you like, I'll give it to you."

"real?"

"You like everything, just take it away."

"Can you take anything away?"

"As long as I have it."

The girl immediately smiled, as if she was very happy, "This is what you said, I can't go back on my word."

"Boy, you're painting here again!" Suddenly, a roar came from the end of the street corner, and then a burly figure rushed over.

Without saying anything, the visitor kicked the young man's drawing board, tore the paintings placed beside him like an angry lion, and then grabbed the young man's collar like a chicken, dragged him away!

The painter was pulled away by him without any resistance, or he did not resist at all.

"What's going on?" the black-haired girl asked the passerby.

"That's his father, McGee." Passersby gloated. "Everyone living nearby knows that an unfilial son has appeared in the old McGee's family. He awakens the magician mark that many common people have dreamed of, but he doesn't do his job and doesn't go to magic schools to study, but he draws all day long, saying that he can see colors that others cannot see."

"It's the natural element." The brunette girl suddenly realized, "He could see the colorful natural elements. No wonder the world in his eyes was so different."

"What did you say?" Passersby looked full of question marks.

"fine……"

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In an ordinary property, Old McGee is furious.

"Draw and draw! You know how to draw! You are not good at using a good magician, and you have to do your job so inappropriately!"

"In the future, let me see you go to the street to sell paintings, and I will break your legs!"

"I've poured all of your strange powders for you! Isn't it just right to have the energy to study alchemy potions?"

A middle-aged woman also spoke next to her: "Child, your father is also for your own good...Learn magic well, Adventurer of Light, that's the identity that many people will never get in their lifetime! We don't expect you to go out and hunt monsters, but you can easily make a lot of money by tinkering with alchemy potions and making some scrolls. You won't have to worry about your life..."

The young man's face was numb, but he just listened and said nothing.

It was not until the two parents said they had drooled and said they were tired that they left him alone in the room to reflect! After the two left, the young man finally moved his neck and tried to look up at the window.

In the air, lively wind elements are chasing and playing, free and easy.

He suddenly wanted to draw again...

Suddenly a head appeared in the window.

The young man was startled and then realized that it was the black-haired girl he met on the street. He stood on somewhere and pulled up the window of his house, looking at him worriedly.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"It's okay... I just promised to give you a painting to ruin."

"It's okay, I didn't want those..."

"What do you want?"

"Let's not talk about this for now. I heard your story. Your parents care about you, but they actually care about you... Don't you think?"

"I don't need this kind of care! I just hope they will never care about me anymore!" The young man almost roared, closed his eyes, and tears slid down his face.

"Maybe you can get what you want." The black-haired girl blinked slyly.

But the young man closed his eyes and didn't see it.

"Follow me." The girl said again, "I'll take you out of here."

"I'd better draw a portrait for you." After a long time he opened his eyes, wiped away the tears, showed a bitter smile, and took out a black charcoal strip from the corner. "I only have this one now. I just happened to give you a portrait. After giving it to you, you can leave..."

"Then you draw it." The black-haired girl nodded happily, then tried to stand outside the window and straighten her body, revealing her complete little head and upper body.

The young man looked at her face carefully and tried hard to describe it on paper.

It turned out that his ability to draw charcoal strokes was not bad, and he quickly painted a vivid picture of a girl with bright eyes and white teeth, and black and white.

But I always feel that something is missing.

The young man thought hard...what exactly is missing?

After a moment he suddenly realized.

color.

There is only a little color missing in this painting... There are only black and white paintings, no anger, and not like a living person.

Unfortunately, all his colored pigment powder had been thrown away by his father. He really had no pigment at hand. The young man walked around the house like a headless fly for a few times. Finally, he gritted his teeth and sat down, took a bowl, put his fingers between his teeth and bit them, and tried to squeeze out.

He needs a little red!

Just a little bit of it can bring vitality to the picture.

But after squeezing for a long time, a lot of blood flowed, but the bowl was empty.

The young man thought he was dazzled and squeezed his fingers harder. Later, he even squeezed and pushed the blood vessels of his entire arm, but the bowl looked like a bottomless pit, and no matter how he picked it up, there was no drop.

Finally, his eyelids began to become heavy, and he felt something was being pulled out of his body.

"I said, come with me." The girl laughed and looked very happy. "This is a fair deal. I have done what you want, and you belong to me. Dilisi has always liked fairness."

After a moment, the young man fell into his room and no longer had any sound.

Next door, the couple who were eating were facing a pot of broth, chewing bread, and suddenly they screamed, and blood was overflowing from their mouths! They screamed in horror, but they couldn't speak clearly. Only whispered, the two realized that their tongues were gone.
Chapter completed!