The King of Knights in a Different World

The clothes on his body were covered with paint, and the respective colors spread from arm to arm to his face.

If we talk about her current appearance, she really doesn't look like a beautiful girl.

Lucifer slowly approached Arong, took out a handkerchief, put it on her face and wiped it carefully.

Ah Rong was shocked at first, and then he was completely stunned.

She felt that she should push him away, but subconsciously she didn't want to do so.

Even her father had never cared about her so intimately, and a complicated feeling arose in her heart.

"Of course it counts.

Well, that's good.

Although painting is important, don’t forget that you are also a beautiful girl.”

Taking back the spent handkerchief, Lucifer took a half step back and said with a smile.

"Haha! Beautiful girls are of no use and they have not improved my painting skills.

Beautiful girls also have to fight for life. Although I don’t care much about whether my life is good or not, if I starve to death, I won’t be able to fulfill my ideals.

It’s so troublesome, why do humans need to eat?”

At this point, Ah Rong already had a small complaint in his words.

"Most people will starve to death if they don't eat."

"But eating requires money, money! This is the key! Buying these tools also costs money. For these trivial things, I just gave up part of my time to work.

It’s so helpless, it would be great if I could keep painting like this and not have to worry about external objects.”

Arong complained about the hardships of life just like he did to his friends.

If possible, she would not worry about anything else except painting.

Then keep drawing.

Seeing Arong like this, Lucifer made a certain decision.

"I'll take care of you."

"ah!"

"Your ideal is to keep painting and don't want to be disturbed by external objects.

In this case, I will take care of you."

Lucifer repeated his words.

"Eh! Eh! Eh!!! Are you kidding me?"

This time, Arong heard clearly.

When she heard it clearly, her paintbrush fell directly to the ground.

After reacting, she looked at the paint she just bought with a sad look on her face.

"No, I'm serious.

There are many people in this world who have to put down their painting in order to live. They don’t want to do it, but many times they are forced by life.

There must be people who can balance life and painting at the same time, but Arong is not one of them.

When I think that Ah Rong might become the former in the future, I feel it is a great loss."

Lucifer expressed his thoughts like a sigh.

I once had a time when I was as pure as Ah Rong, just because I simply liked it, so I did it regardless of the consequences and costs.

Even if no one likes the things you make, when you watch them come out of your hands, you will still feel a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of your heart.

That's fine.

Just this is enough.

Live for the things you love.

I used to think this way, but in the end, I still couldn't resist the curse of reality, and the pen I once put down could never be picked up again.

The hand that has forgotten its original intention can no longer act as before. In the end, the stage with only one person finally comes to an end.

When I saw this girl again...who was similar to my former self, the hidden feelings in my heart came to life.

I'm not sure whether Ah Rong will become her former self, but at least I don't want to see her become like that.

"But......"

"I can't imagine that Ah Rong will have to put down his painting in the future when he keeps running for life, and I don't want to imagine it either.

In this case, I will support you."

Lucifer stretched out his hand and invited Arong.

Arong looked at Lucifer quietly, and she saw something similar to her own in his eyes.

She recalled the time she spent wandering with her father after leaving Jidong. At that time, she felt that she could go anywhere, but when she thought about it carefully, she realized that she couldn't stay anywhere.

One way, she was left with only the paintbrush in her hand.

"I...sure enough I still can't do it.

Although I understand that Lucille has no ill intentions, I am worried that if I really stay by your side, I will lose the inspiration for painting.

So-called painters must constantly hone their skills, otherwise they may lose the original passion in their hearts.

However, your words also moved me very much.

Well, that's good, let's go to the next competition.

If I win, you have to increase the amount of gold coins you give me.

If I lose, if mine loses, just take care of me."

As he spoke, Arong looked at Lucifer with a smile.

She wanted to stay, but she didn't want to stay. Such conflicting feelings made her subconsciously leave her choice to something called fate.

She can also comfort herself, in this way, no matter...

It doesn't matter whether you win or lose.

If you really lose, there is nothing you can do.

"Ah Rong, you will make me do it very much."

"Do you think I will lose?"

"If you ask me, I can give you the answer now.

If it were me doing it for you, I hope you can win, Arong.

But if it’s for myself, I also hope you can lose.”

As he spoke, Lucifer gave two different reasons.

"so complicated."

"Well, everyone has their own selfish motives, and so do I.

OK, I promise you.

If you win, I will give you worry-free wealth for the rest of your life.

Even traveling around the world is no problem.”

Having said this, Lucifer also made a decision.

"Okay, if I lose, then I will be your one-man painter.

That `s a deal."

Arong smiled and said the promise.

"By the way, where is my painting?"

After gathering his mood, Lucifer finally got to the point.

Ah Rong's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"Um...actually, I haven't finished painting yet..."

"Oh! Leave it to me together during the competition."

After saying that, Lucifer left here directly.

no.450 Special Guard

The former royal city of France is now renamed Paris. At this moment, the city is about to host a grand art conference.

This conference organized by the King of Knights not only invited famous artists from various countries, but also officials and well-known critics from various countries.

The conference opened three days later and lasted five days.

During this period, art competitions in five categories will be held, and the champion will be selected.

The winner will be awarded by Lucifer himself.

All divisions are gathered together and divided into five 55 divisions.

For this reason, this once-quiet city ushered in its second awakening.

During this time, many people came here, and they injected vitality into the city.

During this period of time, the Knights of the Round Table will regulate the security issues here.

In the gorgeous and elegant hall, Arong was looking at Lucifer with a dumbfounded expression.

"I have long thought that your identity is not simple, but... is the King of Knights going too far?

Can I cancel my previous agreement now?"

Ah Rong feels a lot of pressure now.

But no matter who it is, they will probably feel this way when they find out that their ordinary friend suddenly turns into a king.

She kept telling herself that it was not her problem and she had no pressure.

But the more I say this, the greater the pressure becomes.

"What do you think?"

Lucifer looked at Arong with interest and said.

"It seems that it can't be done."

"If you are really scared, then try your best to fly.

The stage is set, now is the time... for you to show yourself."

As he spoke, Lucifer said a way to make her fly away.

As long as she completes the agreement, she can leave.

Ah Rong originally thought so too, but suddenly, she discovered another blind spot.

Lucifer is the organizer of the competition and can theoretically control the competition.

What if he was a black whistle? Then he would definitely lose! Thinking of this, Ah Rong became even more nervous.

"I try my best."

At this time, Ah Rong could only keep comforting himself that the other party was the King of Knights and had the spirit of chivalry.

I won't use such despicable tactics.

But in the end, she herself had no confidence.

"Although this is not like the confident Ah Rong before."

Lucifer looked at her with a smile and said.

Not surprisingly, she should be worried about whether she would deliberately do something outside of the competition.

But..."No matter who you are, there will be pressure.