Magic Tower Starry Sky

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In the middle of the night, someone with a lingering sense of familiarity got up and took out the portrait again to enjoy it. This is an oil painting painted on a wooden board, and with my own understanding of art, I can only judge it to this extent. Of course, the woman in the painting is not recognized, and there are no obvious symbols or marks on the painting to show the identity of the creator.

Look straight ahead, look backward, zoom in, and try to analyze the different layers of paint by the way to see if there is any picture-in-picture. All things proved, this is a painting with no secrets. Then someone flipped the print over and looked at the back...

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"Wooahhhhh!"

Someone uttered an unknown strange cry, directly waking up the Lich on the bed who came to sleep with him for some reason today. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, saw someone holding a painting, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why, it's not enough to do with me, you're excited when you see that painting."

"Yes, no. Oh, what am I talking about." Lin hurriedly turned over the back of the painting, pointed to the signature and said, "Look at this, look at this."

"You can get excited just by reading a strange word, weirdo." After cursing, Fen closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Well, it should be said that this is normal, after all, this lich can't recognize the bird language of the earth. Although Midi also uses phonetic alphabets, the most basic letters are completely different from the letters that Earth inherited from the Latin family. And when Lin presided over the compilation of the P language, he didn't have to invade the culture, bringing the alphabet of the earth, except for some specific Arabic numerals and mathematical symbols.

In other words, the people who signed the portrait behind, if not two ninja turtles, can only be the man, or at least someone who knows the man.

Leonardo Da Vinci, one of the three masters of the Italian Renaissance, the most unprofessional painter, polymath, most likely the Earth's time traveler or reborn, a man with countless mysteries. I don't know if he is the earth piercing the earth, or an alien piercing the earth, or the hanger who pierced out and back.

Reminiscent of the conversation with the consciousness of the earth, according to the guesses in the words, there will occasionally be such "exchange students" between different worlds. At first, I thought that this was just a world traveling to another world, as long as I found a way, I could still return to my hometown.

But if the magician who left this painting is really that one. And he is still alive, and he is in the same era as himself in Lost Land. Does this mean that the travel between the two worlds will not only change the space, but also the time axis will be different. So this scene of Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong and Zhang Fei beating Yue Fei appeared.

According to the owner of the art shop, it was a magician who claimed to be that person, who went to his art shop to sell paintings. When the shopkeeper opened his account book, someone had already recorded all the information and also saw the purchase price of this painting. For an ordinary person in Lost Land, for a painter, that money is quite high; but for a magician, that little money is really nothing.

Is it because he is so poor that he needs to make a living by selling paintings, or is it because someone else took his paintings and exchanged them for some money.

Try to think about the method of determining the age of the painting. Unfortunately, I am not an appraiser, nor the author of a counterfeit. I have no relevant knowledge to judge the age of this print in my hand. The only thing that is certain is that this painting is not the kind where the ink is just drying.

There may be a chance to meet the legend, and Lin would be lying when he said he wasn't excited. But there is another thought in my heart, I hope it is not him. When the gap of more than 500 years is filled, I can't even imagine what my hometown will look like when I return to the earth.

Is it the doomsday after Skynet has been raging, or is it the Earth Federation that has entered the interstellar society during the StarCraft War. Or did I go back to a certain dynasty in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties?

Among the countless unknowns for which there are no answers, a certain person held the print in his mouth and looked at the starry sky outside the window worriedly.

Suddenly there was a loud noise that almost woke up the entire hotel. It felt like something fell down and hit the ground, triggering a series of chain reactions, smashing everything in the room.

This time it was replaced by Lin who didn't know what to do. The Lich, who was woken up again, glared at a man who was tossing around bitterly, and said, "What's going on?"

After thinking for a while, Lin said, "I guess I was robbed."

After speaking, Lin got up, ready to look at his pile of belongings. But Fern said nonchalantly: "Oh, it probably won't belong to us. I have turned on the anti-theft device." After speaking, she fell into a deep sleep.

Hearing 'anti-theft device', Lin shrugged and sat back on the seat. In order to prolong the life of the eggshell, as long as the situation permits, Fern will open the eggshell containing the part of the body of the indescribable thing. The strange smell leaked out was absorbed by the world tree seeds put together.

There is a harmonious balance between the two. Eggshells made of expensive materials don't need to seal the indescribable things by themselves, the natural erosion speed will slow down, and things will naturally not break down too quickly. But this balance is limited to the fact that they offset each other's breath, and will not change each other's status quo. At least they won't destroy each other, even if they touch each other.

That is to say, if someone touches the indescribable thing out of curiosity, unless the other party is an expert of the same level as Fen, the result will only be eaten by the octopus feet.

And among all the curiosities, who wouldn't be curious about something inside an eggshell?

If you miss some priceless treasures and take only some ordinary things, you will be a thief in vain. What's more, the one who stole was a magician.

The little thieves in Lost Land are full of adventurous spirit, if they are not courageous, they really can't do this job. So who would bypass the eggshell and just take something else? At least I have fed the indescribable things a few times, and the belongings I carry with me have never been short. Instead, there are often more small props used by thieves, which are left on the scene.

Hmm~ Should these people's lives be counted on their own heads? Lin was thinking about such a question, but such trivial matters were quickly forgotten. Now a certain person only has feelings for what he did with his own hands, and he died not directly because of himself. If he didn't gather a division, he would have the number of a brigade. To be responsible to them, I have already gone back to my hometown to sell salted duck eggs.

The thing that I thought about before was more worrying.

A sleepless night.

The next day, still waiting for the boat. Lin also took to the streets. It's not that men don't like shopping, it's just that they shop differently from women.

But yesterday when I was walking on the street, there were nearly twenty people following behind me, like a big brother leading a younger brother to collect protection fees along the street. How could it be possible to continue yesterday's gameplay today, so I gave the two apprentices and the four dwarves a little pocket money and released them.

As for Uzov and the others, perhaps they realized that a group of ten people "coincidentally" walked together in a mighty way, which was really abrupt. Moreover, Lin allowed them to follow yesterday because they were unfamiliar with the place, and it was much better to have someone take them with them than to wander around by themselves. Today someone politely and resolutely refused them to continue walking on the same road by chance.

Do not listen?

Why do they have the confidence not to listen?

To be honest, they were able to keep up, more or less because of someone's acquiescence. If Lin really put on a face and told them to roll as far as they could, would they dare not leave? Could it be that the ten of us are tougher than the hundreds of people in Hannhui? Not to mention that someone left directly with the flashing technique, except for Fen, the others could only be dumbfounded, what else could they do.

Fen was the only one who kept up with Lin. Not only was she able to do it, but on the other hand, she didn't know what to do if she went shopping alone. At her level, ordinary items can no longer arouse her interest, even rare items may not be able to. So it's not so much that she's hanging out for the sake of hanging out, it's more like she just wants to watch this man and see what unexpected things he does.

Silverbeard dwarves are keen to find anything that can grow and strengthen their pack. Technology, knowledge, items, culture, system, methods, and of course, the most important resources, especially those that can be used to repair and manufacture peaceful weapons. The peaceful armed forces that are still lying down can be said to be the pain of the silver-bearded dwarves.

The number of peaceful arms has long been declining, simply because there is no material to make them. As for the required or alternative materials, they also consulted the magician. I don't know if someone's knowledge is too little, or those rare resources have been exhausted, or just because of the different times, the name has changed. These all need to be confirmed with their own eyes.

Needless to say, the two girls. They have their own interests, and they are happy to explore the things they like by themselves, and choose some good things to buy that they will regret if they miss it. If you follow behind their teacher's ass, you will be tied up, and it will be inconvenient to do anything. So they are happy to go shopping by themselves.

And someone went straight to the art shop where he bought the painting yesterday. Yesterday was an empty art store, but today it is crowded with people looking at paintings.

Works of art have always been such a thing, and there are far more people who join in the fun than those who really understand.

I accidentally helped them think of a bunch of advertising words yesterday, and it seems that they took advantage of this momentum very well. But it also caused some trouble. Lin looked at the small shop full of people, and was thinking about whether to meet one by one, and threw them all away with the different dimension banishment technique.

"Ah, Your Excellency Tripwood." The sharp-eyed shopkeeper shouted, then lined up the crowd from the shop, and went through all kinds of hardships to come in front of the two magicians. He bowed his head respectfully, and asked: "You two are here again at the shop, I wonder if there is anything I can help you with."

"Do you have any other paintings by the creator yesterday?" Lin asked straight to the point.

Regarding yesterday's painting ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that attracted the attention of this magician, the shop owner had already checked his inventory, and even the records of past transactions. But the conclusion was regrettable. He could only truthfully say: "Your Excellency, the only painting that the Lord Magician sold us is that one. There is nothing else."

"Well, have you ever seen a work with this kind of mark?" What Lin showed was of course Da Vinci's Italian signature.

The shop owner didn't dare to neglect such a request, saying, "I'm not very familiar with this part, but I have a servant who specializes in managing and maintaining paintings. May I ask him to come and confirm?"

Lin nodded. Returning to the store owner, he quickly brought out a shrewd looking little man from the crowd. After seeing the signature displayed by the magician, he quickly found several works from the painting shop, big and small, with some specious marks.

However, none of these marks came from the earth's writing. In someone's judgment, they might just be ciphertexts used by some hidden sects. For this, Lin has only regrets.

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