I seem to be an evil god

"Hello, Master Becondique, when did you come to the Lion City? Will this sculpture gallery exhibit your masterpieces? Your recent artistic direction is sculpture? Can I appreciate your paintings?"

Liu Dao, who had just digested the knowledge in his mind and finished the retreat, was a little confused while wandering around the sculpture gallery.

The other party's series of questions made him dizzy. Looking at the chubby young man with an excited face in front of him, he forced out a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Hello, did you recognize the wrong person? This is a sculpture gallery."

Before Liu Dao finished speaking, West's face was already full of doubts. He remembered the face of Master Becondike clearly, and it was clearly the one in front of him.

Why doesn't he admit it?

West was confused at first, but then quickly figured out the reason.

Master Becondique probably didn't want to admit his identity. After all, he was also a famous artist, and it would probably be very troublesome to be recognized in such a public place.

I will also ask the master about painting techniques later, but I can’t cause him any trouble now.

West thought to himself, and immediately put on a puzzled expression, preparing to fool this matter first, and wait until he was in a less crowded place before expressing his admiration to the master.

However, at this moment, a powerful voice from the side intervened:

"Beacon Dick, a famous artist from Scott Province, is famous for describing figures and landscapes. Self-portrait is one of the most mature masterpieces. It has now been selected into the textbooks of major art schools. The most famous feature is a streak of brown. mustache."

Liu Dao reached out and touched his mask, and then he remembered the identity that Detective Yu had mentioned to him, an artist friend from the next province.

The mask he is wearing now is to avoid trouble. After all, Gaia Slanka is already the most famous wanted criminal in the Lion City. Although his current identity and address are no longer a secret to many people, ordinary people cannot You will understand the game at the top.

They would only have one reaction when they saw Liu Dao, and report him to the Church of Light and the Demon Hunter Guild.

The identity given by Detective Yu was reminded by Liu Dao. Although he originally wanted to develop this sculpture museum into a secret base, there would be no problem in opening it as a sculpture museum.

I didn’t expect that wearing a mask would cause trouble.

Liu Dao thought a little depressed, and then smiled at the speaker.

"The world is so big, it's full of wonders. It's possible to have the same face, let alone just a beard."

"Old sir, don't be too arbitrary in what you say."

"It's just a flick of his beard." The old man chuckled twice, "Beacon Dick is written clearly outside the sculpture gallery. Your face now is exactly the same as the famous self-portrait. Is this called arbitrary?"

What does this old man mean? When did he write about Beacon Dick outside the Sculpture Hall?

Liu Dao was puzzled, but an underground dragon guarding the ground sent him a picture. Under the blue-black sculpture gallery door, a line of rough fonts was engraved there:

Owner: Beacon Dick.

Liu Dao took a closer look. This line of characters was one size smaller than the name of the sculpture gallery above, and it didn't look like it was carved with a carving knife. Instead, it looked a bit like someone dug it out with fingernails.

At this moment, Liu Dao pointed out a troublesome guy, Yuka.

This move is a bit interesting. This line of writing definitely didn't exist when Liu Dao came back. Today, the number of guests suddenly increased by more than a dozen, which illustrates a problem.

White Wolf Yuka was here the day before yesterday.

Only by knowing Liu Dao's current appearance can this plan be implemented. Using the name Bicondico to attract attention, Liu Dao is not a real artist, and he will definitely cause trouble when the time comes. Once the identity of the professional is exposed, gunpowder will The three major organizations will send people to take care of him immediately.

Loneliness is good, but it’s a pity that I found out the news too late.

Not wanting to get stuck in vain, Liu Dao turned to look at the old man. The old man was wearing a white animal skin coat. Although the weather had just entered autumn, the old man had already added a furry white scarf.

His hands were hidden in the sleeves of his coat, and there were no outstanding features on his face. He looked like an ordinary old man, but Liu Dao thought that the other party was very extraordinary.

Regardless of whether he is Beacon Dick or not, this sculpture gallery is Liu Dao's place after all. If he were an ordinary person, he would not speak out loudly even if he found something wrong with Liu Dao.

"Maybe I just happen to look a lot like that artist, and it's just a coincidence that I have the same name."

Liu Dao looked at the old man with a smile, and actually used a long-lost trick in the world...shameless.

The old man laughed angrily at his words, waved his hands at Liu Dao, and kept silent, looking like he was furious.

The old man's behavior seemed to be clueless, but Liu Dao noticed the flash of surprise in the other man's eyes.

This old man has a problem.

By this time, most people should have realized that Liu Dao is a liar, opening a sculpture gallery in the name of an artist, and they should only be angry at his rogue words. After all, he was deceived into buying tickets.

But the emotion of surprise should not appear. It is normal for a liar to say something rogue, but it is extremely abnormal for a master to say such things.

The other party didn't come for Becondike's name, but for Gaia Slanka.

Liu Dao's mind was slightly moved. It had been three days since he left the Fighter Cemetery, and he did not hide it after returning to Lion City. No matter what the outcome of the discussion between the major forces was, it was time to send someone to inform him.

Just when Liu Dao was about to say a few words to the old man, a young man with red eyes rushed over from beside him.

"What do you mean by that! Are you Beacon Dick?"

West stared at Liu Dao angrily. He ran a dozen streets for the name Beacon Dick, and finally contributed all his pocket money at the door. Unexpectedly, he met a liar.

"Ahem, well... I should be the one."

"Then why did you just say no? Tell me clearly, are you the artist Becondique? Listen clearly, the artist Becondique!"

Liu Dao was a little embarrassed. The house number hanging outside could not be faked. Although the name was not written by him, if he said otherwise, he would really be a liar.

Naturally, he can say whatever he wants to deal with the old man with the problem, but when it comes to ordinary people, of course he has to prevent them from making any irrational actions.

West's voice has attracted the attention of the rest of the people. A dozen promising young people who admired the sculpture looked over, waiting for Liu Dao's explanation.

Those who can spare the time to look at sculptures are either professional practitioners or bored aristocrats. But looking at the attire of these people, they are definitely bored aristocrats.

I can’t explain it clearly today, I can’t say I’m going to break out of the Lion City again~

This old man also looked over, with a smile on his face.

It's really interesting that a master was forced to this point by ordinary people.