I really just want to be a big lord

Chapter 47 Harvest
Standing alone on the fourth floor of the library full of various works of art, Kaios sighed somewhat desolately, and began to casually look at the paintings hanging on the wall.

What can I do, here we come...

The staff has already said that, and the judge Pan De still needs to personally approve the application to go to the fourth floor. If he only comes up and waits for a few seconds before running away, will he still want the title of "painter" later on? up?

During the period after traveling, he has truly felt that in the Holy Blessing Alliance, the status of "painter" is quite useful for nobles, sometimes even more useful than his status as Baron Sanye, and he must not give up easily .

But as soon as he saw the first picture, Kaios felt a little strange.

It was a colored oil painting of an aura warrior surrounded by several giant beasts fighting, only the back of the aura warrior could be seen, and none of the giant beasts showed their whole body, only a part of them, but it gave people The sense of oppression and the overall emotional rendering are very satisfying.

When Kaios looked at the painting, he could feel a strong sense of despair and a sense of sadness.

After a long while, he pulled away from his emotions and looked at the signature in the lower right corner: "Earl Alan Miles? It's a bit of a joke...he is an artist."

He looked at the next painting, and was instantly drawn into the situation by the painting.

Next, every painting, every sculpture, and every artwork of any shape he saw on the fourth floor could feel corresponding and different emotions.

Some are more intense and can immerse him for a long time, and some are more flat, but still clear.

Unknowingly, on the fourth floor, he admired thirteen oil paintings, one pencil drawing, one stone carving, one bone carving, and one hollow stone painting, and immersed himself in seventeen emotions.

Because there are dozens of magic lamps on the fourth floor of the library, the light is always sufficient, so he didn't notice the passage of time, until the staff came up to tell him that it was closing time, and he suddenly realized that it was nearly midnight 10 O'Clock.

Immediately afterwards, there was a strong sense of hunger and exhaustion, and he almost couldn't stand still.

After the staff supported him, he said with admiration: "Baron Keos is worthy of being a real artist. He has completely entered the spiritual world of art, forgetting time, space, and even himself. I really envy this kind of art. realm."

The name of the staff also changed from Baron Li to the more familiar Baron Keos.

"I have come up three times to bring you food and drinks, but every time I came up, I saw you immersed in a certain work, and people dared not disturb you. Oh yes, Judge Pan De also came up in the afternoon , when he came, you were admiring the painting of 'Wind', with tears streaming down your face, unaware of the presence of other people. Master Pender told me that you are the one who really understands that work, the one who is truly elegant Noble artist, this is the first time I have seen Master Pender praise a young noble like this."

Hearing what the staff said, Keos found a table near the entrance of the stairs with a cold pot of tea and a few pastries on it.

He touched his cheeks, there were indeed tears, no wonder his eyes felt a little blurry just now, he didn't even realize that he had cried.

After getting on the transfer vehicle bound for the outer city, Kaios ate the pies that Salveira helped him buy to satisfy his hunger, while thinking about what he had gained on the fourth floor today.

He rushed over excitedly early this morning. It should have been just after 9 o'clock when he went up to the fourth floor, and then he watched until 10 o'clock when the museum closed at night, almost 13 hours.

During this period of time, I was immersed in [-] works, and also rotated [-] emotions.

Although many of these seventeen emotions are of the same type, such as the same sadness or anger, they are all different in specific details and intensities, just like everyone in the world, with appearance, body and People with similar personalities, no matter what they are, will not be exactly the same.

At the last auction at the Grand Theater, he felt the emotion in a painting auctioned by others, and later felt the emotion in a wood carving and a piece of jewelry.

It's just that even at auctions, there are very few works that can make him feel emotional, let alone in normal times, basically except for the original owner's paintings, he rarely feels emotional.

But today, every piece of work on the fourth floor allows him to have a very clear and direct emotional perception, and he can even immerse himself in it with just a little attention.

This perception ability must be connected with his ability to perceive other people's emotions, or even the same ability.

And the discovery of the fourth floor also made him realize that the real top nobles and power holders of the Holy Blessed Alliance may not judge the so-called "work of art" purely on techniques and designs, but more on this kind of work The emotions contained in it can bring people into the country.

Perhaps this is also the reason why those "red paintings" painted by the original owner seem quite abstract, but they are recognized by people and sold for such a high price.

And the emotions in these works may have other meanings to Kaios now.

After returning to Beishan Manor, he did not continue to eat, nor did he go to see Guan Yaoxing, but went directly to the studio.

Sitting in front of the easel, facing a blank drawing paper, Keos held a pencil in his hand and closed his eyes, as if he was remembering something.

Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes suddenly, with vicious and desperate expressions in his eyes, and the pencil in his hand began to quickly draw patterns on the drawing paper.

He was not good at drawing in his previous life, but after time travel, the original owner's drawing skills obviously still have a bit of muscle memory, so the lines he drew still look the same.

Soon, the image of a tall aura warrior holding a big sword in both hands and facing a huge shadow monster in the sky came to life on the paper.

He didn't describe the details carefully, but just drew the general appearance, and then stopped writing.

After finishing the painting, Kaios closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm down his emotions. After returning to a normal state of reason, he turned his head to face a blank wall that had just been cleaned up, and slashed with a hand knife.

He was two or three meters away from the wall, and a very weak wave of spiritual energy was drawn from his palm knife, sank into the wall, and made a muffled sound, like a window opened, and the first gust of wind blew the drawing paper the sound of.

No marks were left on the walls.

But if there are other aura practitioners or magicians around at this time, you will find that the aura wave shot out by this hand knife is actually mixed with a part of magic power, but the magic power is messy and scattered the moment the aura appears. There is no complete magic.

Kaios looked back at the painting he had just painted, and the emotions in his eyes began to condense. He looked at the wall again, and waved the knife again.

After being swung out, there was no change at the first time, not even the faint aura from before appeared.

But in the next moment, a vaguely visible silhouette of an armored warrior holding a big sword in both hands was outlined by magic power, appeared behind him, and slashed out the big sword in the same trajectory as the knife in his hand.

A slender wind attack blasted towards the wall, but it collapsed and disappeared before reaching the wall.

Kaios shook his body twice and passed out on the ground.

Outside the studio, Harvey, who noticed abnormal fluctuations in magic power, rushed over, but was stopped by Salveira at the door.

"The master is playing with some small toys, it's fine, don't bother me." Said Salveira, who had already been ordered.

"Oh." Harvey nodded and returned to his post.

(End of this chapter)