Magic Tower Starry Sky

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As for art, a certain person is a good painter, and only then can he play with whiteboard pens. Then he took a great artist who was suspected to be one of the three masters of the Renaissance in his hometown as an apprentice, and of course squeezed hard... No, it was to train the other party's ability to paint.

Anyway, in this place where the entertainment industry is poor, if you don't want to spend all day studying magic and programming languages, drawing is the only way for someone to relax. There is no way, who said that there is no Internet, no TV, and no entertainment industry to death.

When I first came to Midi, because most of my contacts were nobles in the southwest peninsula of Midi, that so-called barren land, their entertainment was only banquets, eating and drinking, and playing with women or men.

There are no paintings handed down from generation to generation, only some unknown portraits of nobles. In someone's eyes, it is more tragic than a child's graffiti. In terms of music, at most it is the drumbeat used to accompany juggling and entertaining, and the little tricks used by bards to deceive children.

Someone once thought that this is the level of entertainment in Midi.

When he got close to the traditional cultural development circle of Midi, that is, the central area of ​​Midi Continent, someone discovered his ignorance.

Although the flood of paintings is far less than before someone crossed, they are ubiquitous in the form of advertisements. However, Midi's paintings have also departed from being used only for religion, and have added a lot of content that the painter wants to paint, or the content that the patron wants the painter to paint, that is, works that are only for appreciation and expression. There are even **** paintings...

Music is not just about banging bowls and tables and roaring. There are strings and wind instruments that match each other, although they are only used for nobles or for religious ceremonies. Then a lot of high-pitched bel canto...

Speaking of which, the two different worlds have similar development approaches for pictures and music.

In short, the paintings hanging on the walls of his house, besides those drawn by himself and Leonardo, also have a few apprentices, and even the graffiti of Aizio's group of bastards. In addition, there are also paintings painted by Fen's apprentice, the Marquis of Baran, who commissioned a famous artist in Los Angeles as a nobleman.

These paintings are arranged on every wall of the house according to Fern's mood. Some will be fixed, and some will be replaced depending on the mood. Anyway, the number of paintings in the home has accumulated to the point where it can be picked and picked, so someone can be arranged by the hostess. Arguing with women about how to decorate the house always feels like courting death.

And the blind maid of the World Tree Uktra Hill always likes to stand in front of these paintings and 'appreciate' every time she visits. Although Lin couldn't figure out what she could see. Someone who has always had this doubt, finally wants to ask today. He first called out from behind: "Miriam."

"Good day, Your Majesty the Mage." The blade maid turned sideways and said respectfully. It seems that there is no appearance of being startled. Lin also knew that his whereabouts had long been on this person's attention. On the one hand, he himself didn't deliberately hide it.

"I've always wanted to ask you, can you see something when you look at it this way? I don't mean anything in particular, it's just your eyes, you know. Or the cloth on your face can help you see things ?”

"Your Excellency, the cloth strips tied to my face are just to prevent my eyes from being hurt again. I can't rely on it to see the blue sky and the white clouds in my memory."

"Oh, you could see things at first, but you couldn't see them later. Is it because of illness? Or injury?" Lin asked.

"It was fate. At a certain period when I was young, my vision became more and more blurry, and finally there was only blackness left, and I couldn't see anything. But I got a different world."

"Well, didn't you try to see a doctor?" Someone asked without being confused with common sense.

Regardless of the "arrangement of fate" and so on, "doctor" is not a separate profession in the current Lost Land. In many cases, they are part-time jobs in other occupations, and they only serve nobles or powerful people.

Ordinary people, if they get sick, either fight it out on their own, or find those nagging witch doctors. Of course, you can also go to the life priest of the Church of the Three Holy Lights. They can even resurrect the dead, and basically there is no incurable disease. But there are always some unbearable costs, such as a lot of money.

But obviously, the elf in front of him didn't have such treatment. In other words, no one, including herself, realizes that her vision change can actually be regarded as a disease, and then tries to cure it. Miriam just showed a sweet, unburdened smile, and said, "Your Excellency, don't feel sorry for me. Maybe all of this is my fate. I accept it, and there is nothing wrong with it."

"So, you can see the paintings?" Lin asked.

Shaking her head lightly, Miriam said, "Your Excellency, I can't see the content of these creations. I'm just feeling the emotions attached to them."

"Emotion attached to it?" Lin never expected to hear such an answer. That seems to be some cheating art critics who irresponsibly criticize and comment on other people's works, but only use it when they are short of words. So someone asked skeptically, "Can you feel that? What does that feel like?"

"Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I don't know how I should describe my feelings to you. But every creation, as long as the author puts in enough effort, there will be strong emotions rendered from the work. I can’t feel it on the Internet. So I like to come here, I can feel a lot of special emotions here, and it makes people feel very comfortable.”

"Oh, do you like anything in particular?" Lin asked curiously.

"Yes." Miriam pointed to a painting not far away, and said, "It gives me the feeling of standing in an autumn wheat field, being blown by a gentle breeze, which makes people feel refreshed."

Although I wanted to pretend to be stupid, I took the painting that the golden elf pointed to as the picture of a playful mechanical girl with **** in a swimsuit that I drew. But in fact, Lin knew very well that what Miriam felt should be the picture of a peasant woman and a wheat field in autumn painted by Leonardo next to her. And the composition draft of that picture ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the 'Gleaners' in someone's memory, which belongs to one of the earth's classics.

However, the composition belongs to the composition, but Leonardo drew different things, with different flavors. Lin also didn't ask his apprentice to completely reproduce the classic in his memory. It doesn't make sense to do that, and it's not that art dealers create counterfeit products to deceive people. It's just a prank-like request under the pretext of honing a certain apprentice's painting skills.

But... put these two pictures together, someone's taste in Fern is so bad.

Lin discussed some paintings with Miriam again, and it was very interesting to hear some very special thoughts from her. Because her perspective is not what ordinary people see, but a feeling that is closer to the essence.

Of course, someone who focuses on pragmatism is not chatting about these interesting topics just to pick up girls. There is a branch of the magic of Midi, the principle of which Lin still does not understand, and that is the curse. In other words, a magical item born from strong emotions. Isn't this the picture in Miriam's eyes?

It's just enough chatting, if I don't cut into the topic, I guess this person can talk forever. In desperation, Lin asked: "Well, Your Majesty, do you have anything to say?"

"Your Majesty said that everything is ready, and the next step can be started."