First Law

Karen couldn't help but think of the scene when Campus bestowed the God of War blessing on him. At that moment, he was indeed moved. Some people are willing to really work hard for a continent. At that moment, he didn't feel any selfishness.

Even after getting in touch with Merlin, he never felt any sense of being used by the number one person on the mainland. Of course, he was not angry because of being used. On the contrary, Karen liked being used very much, because the more he was used, the more valuable he was .

I just don't want to mix other things in this pure friendship.

He mainly didn't know his own feelings. Could it be that he was also involved in the right and wrong of the competition? At the beginning, he agreed to deal with Qatar only because Qatar was a cancer, and if he wanted to make the Aegean continent develop upwards, he had to get rid of this cancer.

Strictly speaking, Karen never wants to be an enemy of anyone, because such hostility is often an internal consumption, and this kind of unnecessary consumption can only delay the process.

Looking carefully at the three portraits, there is not much in one stroke, not a lot in one stroke, and the temperament is well-proportioned. There is nothing tricky in it, and it is obvious that the three of them stood in front of them.

Looking at Qatar's back, the other party didn't mean to explain at all.

Pooh!

Karen suddenly laughed, he realized how stupid he was, entangled in this kind of boring problem, when did he have to rely on others to survive.

From the first day he controlled the town of Gold, he had only relied on himself, and until now, this belief has never changed.

Whether it is Campas, Qatar, or Merlin, these people have their own trajectory, and I just need to follow my own trajectory.

Now the town of Gold Flash is going to be magicalized, whether it is an alliance or a confrontation, we can only talk about it after his magicalization is completed, and the rest has nothing to do with him.

I am really flustered.

He came to Qatar this time because he had nothing to do. After thinking about it, Karen felt much better, and this dark corridor was not so depressing.

Speed ​​up a few steps to keep up with Qatar, and after walking like this for half a minute, I finally finished walking the alleyway and came to a brightly lit hall.

This is not a hall, it should be a studio.

There is a large blackboard in the middle and front, colorful paints on the left, hundreds of paintbrushes hanging on the right, thick ones, thin ones, paint ones, dots, everything you need, and a row of easels are placed in an orderly manner on the other side. Sheets of yellowed loose paper lay on the shelf.

This is the best drawing paper in the world, it costs hundreds of pennies a piece, and it comes from the land of elves. Only the slender fingers of elves can make such delicate paper, like a woman's skin.

In the wastebasket not far away, a thick pile of such paper was thrown away.

It can also be seen through some corners that these drafts can be regarded as rare masterpieces.

Looking around, there was only Qatar alone, and it was obvious that the legendary painter in his eyes was the city lord.

"You want to paint for me?" Karen took the initiative to open the topic.

Qatar took a weird look, and there were not many people who could still be so calm when passing by the alley. He nodded with a smile, and seemed to have a lot of interest in Karen, "You can choose brushes, paper, and the crystal coffin you need , these are your rights."

Karen smiled strangely. He seemed to really want to take down the fifty million pennies, but if he took it, it would be really boring. If he was only worth such a little money, then there was no need to work hard to develop in the wasteland.

"I don't want fifty million."

Qatar took a strange look. He thought this was the most ideal price, and it was also what Karen lacked the most.

"Whatever you want, as long as you say it, I will satisfy you."

"I came here and just wanted to chat with you. If we were friends, it would be nothing if a friend gave me a portrait, and it might be the luckiest thing for a friend to arrange my funeral."

Qatar was obviously taken aback, friend?

He has lived for so many years and has traded countless creatures with him. No one has dared to use this word, and no one wants to use this word. Looking at Karen, there was a kind smile on his face, as if an old man had activated his vital energy. a little enthusiasm.

"It's not too much to ask, but your friend is a bit small." Qatar sighed, "It's been almost 800 years since no one called me that. For the neighbor's sake, here's a small gift for you."

Qatar's finger is in the air, and there is already a wine jar in the palm of his hand.

The surface of the wine jar was covered with black paint, and it was wrapped with a piece of red envelope. In the middle of the wine jar was hung a diamond-shaped red paper. In the center of the red paper was painted a strange black rune, but it was more like a word.

Pulling off the red cloth, a strange smell of alcohol instantly filled the room. Karen twitched her nose a few times, and she was about to get drunk when she smelled the smell of alcohol.

But it was very pure and fragrant, he had never seen this kind of wine.

"What kind of wine is this? It's different from rum." Karen has a special hobby for food, especially for wine.

"I call it Nurhong. I will brew a batch in less than 20 years. I usually drink a pot when I am in a good mood. This kind of wine is used when my daughter's family gets married. It will only taste in about 20 or 30 years. The altar is not good enough, but it is already my best." Qatar recalled: "The main reason is that I am not good at making wine, or I will let you try something more authentic."

As he spoke, he took out two wine glasses from the void, the glasses were as small as thumbs, and looked stingy.

After drinking a cup, it was hot and sour, and suddenly Karen blushed like a monkey's butt.

The wine was spicy, not the hot pepper. He had never drunk this kind of strange wine, and it also had a strange sour taste. The moment he drank it, he felt a little dizzy.

"Is this wine?" Karen asked in a daze. Indeed, he couldn't take care of himself, staggered a few times, and leaned against the wall to gasp for breath.

I don't know when, there seemed to be dozens of devils pulling in his head, the pain was severe, he hammered his head hard, with a solemn smell of alcohol in his breath, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and found that he was still in the studio.

Qatar was holding a paintbrush while adjusting the colors, smearing on the drawing paper, and there was a small glass of red spirits beside the easel.

It was only now that Karen remembered that this wine was called 'Daughter Red', and it was indeed a bit like the blood of an eighteen-year-old girl, with a faint beauty.

"How long have I been asleep?" Karen asked after looking at herself to make sure Qatar was not hurt.

"One day, your alcohol capacity is a bit poor." Qatar glanced at it, squinted slightly, and continued to paint.

Karen felt a little ashamed, as if saying that he was poor in drinking capacity felt like he was poor in other functions. He could drink a large barrel of draft beer, but this small wine glass the size of a fingernail actually poured him down.

At this moment, standing up is still a little dizzy.

Staggeringly, he ran to Qatar, and when he looked at the oil painting on the easel, he immediately became angry.

I saw myself leaning against the corner of the wall, with my legs spread wide apart, my neck tilted, my mouth breathing in and out, especially that face, which was even more powerful than a monkey's butt.

This painting is downright ugly.

"How?" Qatar complacently consulted the owner.

"Tear it up!" Karen said in a low voice, "I'll let you draw another one, and I owe you a favor."

"I think it's very good. This is what I did in one go. You are indeed my most valued collection, and you can bring me endless inspiration." Qatar was very happy, and the oil brush leaped quickly on the paper, continuing to portray Kai Lun's embarrassment, "Now I don't need your favor, I think this one will excite me for many years, think about it, one day you will become famous, how much will you put this oil painting at auction for?"

"You still have this habit?"

"Of course, every few years when my life is boring, I will take out some collections, and every time it will cause a sensation. You are still young, and you will not appreciate the joy in it." Qatar seems to be missing that happy feeling , especially when he saw the drunken portrait of Karen in front of him, he was a little too excited.

Karen had never seen a creature take interest in anything like this, felt like a child, and with a man like Qatar you should never try to change any of his decisions.

This is the bottom line of the other party. In fact, it is very easy to get along with many strange people. As long as you don't deliberately touch other people's bottom line, you will basically have fun.

"It's up to you, I'm not interested anyway, by the way, why do you have so little happiness?" Karen asked suddenly.

"Yeah, so I cherish every bit of happiness, and at the same time cherish the things and people that can create happiness for me." Qatar took a special look at Karen, as if to say that I cherish you.

Karen looked a little nervous, and felt that this uncle had some special hobbies, and suddenly realized that the other party didn't answer his question at all.

This uncle is really cunning.

uncle?

Karen thought strangely in his mind: "Why do I call this man uncle, I should call him uncle."

The other party's calm and unhurried posture, it seems that there will be no reaction when the sky falls, this is definitely more peaceful than the oldest person he has ever seen, as if he is completely indifferent to life and death.

"Looks like I'm lucky." Wei Wei smiled, "I'm doing magic now, and now I'm doing experiments in Gold Shining Town. As a neighbor and friend, do you have any good advice for my mother?"

"No, I never meddle in other people's affairs."

First law

First law