Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 69 Davian's Artistic Talent
Seeing the people in the room who were discussing how to quickly repatriate the soldiers of the Dragon Gate to Caledon, Davian felt that he had no chance to intervene. Just when he was about to express his opinion, he saw the prince's ferocious expression. Eyes, suddenly shrank his neck.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and Davian, the dragon prince with the lowest seniority in the room, naturally wanted to take on this responsibility and walked over to open the door.

Adela leaned halfway into her body and said to the prince, "Your Highness, the Phoenix Royal Court has invited the Dragon Palace to participate in the art exhibition. Should we send someone to participate?"

Imrik, who was thinking about countermeasures, didn't even think about it, and said directly, "Go Davian."

Suddenly, Davian felt a question mark appear on his face, art exhibition?The only poet I know is Isis. The few murals and sculptures I have seen are still in the Dragon Palace. If there is a weapon exhibition, I might say a few words. When I want to refuse, I hear the prince explain.

"One hundred tons of stone."

"I'm going to make sure that the bumpkins in other kingdoms know that their art is just dirty things."

After finishing speaking, Davian quickly pushed Adela out. He could clearly distinguish between the three-day art exhibition and the [-]-ton stone. In addition, the expenses along the way were also reimbursed by the palace. How to say You have to spend it well.

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When I came to the site of the art exhibition, in the sunny open space, I looked at the men and women surrounding the paintings and sculptures, and my words were full of praise, or I used terms that Davian had never heard to explain the style and characteristics of these things , I feel like my head is getting bigger.

I could only follow the attendant who greeted me to the central Isis Palace, which was built to commemorate the most artistic Phoenix King, and the interior was full of various precious works of art.

Now is the time for a large group of princes and princesses to show their personal charm here, and the entrance of Davian also changed the eyes of the onlookers a little.

Asul was able to exchange information through subtle eyes and movements. After seeing Davian enter the field, although his expression did not change, there was no concealment of contempt in the eyes of each other.

Caledon Those who only know war in their heads know art?It is that the artistic sense of human monkeys is stronger than them.

Although Davian, who came here because of the prince's order, didn't understand, he was shocked. What is this? A large pool of paint splashed on the cloth is the so-called art?The hollowed-out relief is very delicate, but it looks like it will break if you touch it, and it has no momentum at all.

In order to conceal that he didn't understand these things at all, he walked alone to an exhibition area with few people, stared at a painting, and pretended to be thinking and appreciating it with his chest crossed.

The painting is composed of different degrees of black and gray lines and several color areas, just like a nine-square grid layout. The color areas of different sizes are divided by black and gray lines to show their respective characteristics.

Looking at this painting that doesn't fit Azul's realistic style at all, Davian nodded from time to time, expressing some unique views on this thing, but what he thought in his heart was, "What the hell is this, with black and gray lines To divide different color areas, is it a color showpiece?"

When the others saw Davian going to appreciate the painting painted by the famous artist of Saffrey, they all chuckled. They had discussed that painting for a long time just now, and they could only discuss that the great artist had already arrived in a certain place. The unimaginable level may be the weathervane of Ursuan's future. It's not that they don't understand, but that their level is too high.

Just as Davian stood there thinking for ten minutes, a man who looked not young came over, and he was the designer of this exhibition area - Alfonso.

Standing beside Davian, he asked curiously, "Dragon Prince of Caledor, can you understand this painting?"

Davian, who was being questioned, was at a deadlock at this time. Is this a painting?Isn't it a color showcase.

And as a Caledonian, he can't directly say that he doesn't understand, what should he do...

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly thought of it, so he said inscrutablely, "Of course, Caledonian's artistic talent is unrivaled."

Alfonso, who was standing next to him, was overwhelmed. Caledonian's artistic talent?It would be more appropriate for you to go blacksmithing. You thought Davian was just being stubborn, and when you wanted to shake your head and leave, you only listened to what Davian said.

"I think this painting, like music, has its own melody. Each piece of color represents a rhythm, and these dark and different lines are used as harmony connections. The painter uses painting to express a sense of music."

Alfonso, who was about to turn his head and leave, immediately widened his eyes when he heard Davian's words, and looked very surprised, and said with some inarticulate, "What, say it again."

Although he was a little dissatisfied with his tone, Davian repeated it and added an additional sentence, "Art is interlinked, and painting can also show fluidity."

Unexpectedly, this old man who looked a little old began to breathe quickly, and grabbed Davian's arm, "You think so too? The so-called artistic division is only because of the difference in materials and methods, but in essence they are all for Beautiful performance."

Although he didn't understand what the old man said, Dawei'an still nodded. He didn't understand what it was at all, and he thought of the singing he was most familiar with when he said these words, so he followed the words of the unknown old man in front of him. .

"The so-called beauty should express the inner concept in a reasonable way, and the essence is the same."

Alfonso stared at the young dragon prince in front of him, and said something that made the people around him dumbfounded, "Boy, you are very talented, be my student!"

"In Caledon, I will only bury your innate talent, and I will train you to be an artist greater than the poet king."

What, just say a few words and want to be your student?Really thought that the Dragon Prince was easy to bully, just when Davian wanted to pull out the hand held by the old man, he found that it was motionless, as if being clamped by iron tongs, and continued to exert force, but it was still the same.

Knowing that it was a hard stubble, the old man who looked around was not an ordinary person. In order not to cause trouble for the prince, and more importantly, he did not want to dig more stones, so he could only bite the bullet and say it.

"Old man, I think Caledon is pretty good. Feeling the strong wind of the Dragon's Back Mountains every day, I feel that my soul has been sublimated."

But who would have thought that this sentence made Alfonso even more forceful, and said excitedly, "You can even feel the beauty from the casual natural things!"

Just when Davian wanted to shake his head in denial, Alfonso pulled him away, no matter how hard Davian resisted, it was useless.

In the following time, Davian bit the bullet and faced everyone's surprised eyes, appreciating those incomprehensible works of art one by one, including when he first came in, he saw something similar to a puddle. The painting with paint splashed on it, even the urinal in front of it.

Davian was lost in thought, what does this old man mean, let me, a noble dragon prince, come to see a urinal?

But Alfonso didn't care what Davian thought, and said directly, "Boy, what do you think this thing shows?"

After thinking for a long time, Davian said hesitantly, with an uncertain tone, "I think this person must think that art is a subjective thing, there is no fixed standard, everyone can appreciate the unique side, the key is not It’s not about the form of expression, but the inner idea.”

Unexpectedly, Alfonso's gray eyes suddenly shone with brilliance, as if he saw a rare treasure, "You are such a genius, you student, I'm sure!"

(End of this chapter)