The sin of wearing a crown

Paint, paint, paint, rubbish, rubbish rubbish…

Paint, paint, paint, trash trash…

Please forgive the true thoughts of Lin En, Xin Chazan, the Sheriffs and gentlemen present, and those who are watching the excitement from a distance. After all, it may not take more than a few days to reach the pinnacle of life, so it requires Painter Worden's lifestyle to be directly separated from the poor. It is not easy to fall into the categories of , lowly, lowly, country bumpkin, shabby, stingy, and stingy.

After all, he did not hire a teacher to teach him how to be a tasteful gentleman, and his self-esteem as an artist did not allow him to make changes so quickly to affect his inspiration.

If he had anything like that.

Therefore, it would not be too unfair to Mr. Worden to call these things on the floor garbage. The painting is unsightly, with messy lines and no soul at all. The paints were irresponsibly mixed together, and the brushes were thrown around in a mess, and many of them even solidified without care.

It’s this pile of rubbish!

Mr. Lin En was still very careful and careful, almost as if he was conducting biological experiments in a laboratory, inspecting this pile of garbage. In the field of vision of others, he could vaguely see a sharp spiritual probe protruding from his fingertips, stabbing it in accurately. All kinds of garbage are inspected inside.

Meticulous, attentive and bright-eyed.

After the most detailed exploration, Mr. Xiao finally determined that all remaining traces of the plastic demon had been turned into ashes here. And this means that the plastic demon has no backup in this place, and all its power should be invested in the Qiu Shou camp, and there are two separate bodies.

split into two.

Judging from the disappearance of the portraits in both paintings, it is not difficult to know that the Shape Demon transformed himself into two. Lin En could even imagine what the second body would look like with her eyes closed, because every day when she got up and washed and dried her face in the bathroom, she would see in the mirror a handsome face that was both male and female.

"Mr. Worden, now you have two choices. One is to draw another portrait of me in front of everyone." Linn carefully smoothed out a piece of crumpled drawing paper, and then put it away from the mess. The paints and brushes were thrown in front of him. Linn's request was obviously very fatal.

He was lying on the ground like a fanatic, like a puddle of mud with no bones, his eyes were begging for mercy from the beauty he was pursuing.

Without that box of paint, it was obvious that Worden, whose actual painting skills were no different than a stick of flying, would not have been able to paint the amazing masterpiece that day.

Lin En obviously wanted to expose his true colors.

"Of course you have a second option, which is to tell me everything you know about the damn paint, word for word. That way you can probably continue on your own path of looking up at the moon."

The kind, graceful and tolerant Mr. Lin was so trembling when he saw this ignorant poor man that he gave the second choice to the first choice. Coupled with the fact that the nearby vigilantes beat the untouchables and poor people all the time. The muscles bulging from the ghost's exercise clearly indicate that what seems to be two choices is actually only one.

Even if the guy lying on the ground like a dead dog chose the first question out of his mind, the Sheriff gentlemen would be happy to ask the second question for Lynn.

Of course, some people cannot avoid the pain of flesh and blood.

Worden still had some bright ideas. He heard the true meaning of the young gentleman, and immediately began to speak humbly and piously. No matter how Linn's expression turned to the sun, this artist had a hint of fanaticism like looking up to a saint. He His piety made the admirers frown quietly.

Couldn't this guy vaguely draw the outline of the Black Holy Grail and then be affected unconsciously like a divine revelation?

Theoretically speaking, angels can also perform divine revelations.

“That jar of paint appeared after I had a dream and made a deal with an unknown being in the dream. It told me that those paints could allow me to draw the most perfect works and help me complete my dreams. "

Damn charisma and deals again.

Lin En kept his face and cursed loudly in his heart, the people in this world are already pitiful enough, and they still have to face the inadvertent temptation and infringement from the extraordinary realm.

"I have secretly drawn some people, but there have been no problems... The people in the paintings are just like the real ones, and they will secretly follow the people in the paintings."

"What happens then?" Lynn felt she was close to the answer.

"I only know that the person being painted will slowly eliminate some shortcomings, such as being easily angry or lazy. This is a good thing. It can help a person become perfect, and those shortcomings will be slowly eliminated." Worden argued hard. , he really never thought about murdering Linn or Amiste, not to mention his unusual enthusiasm for Linn's beauty, even if he was given a hundred courages, he would not dare to murder the nobles.

Murdering a noble is a serious crime. If a commoner in Albion has evil intentions towards a noble, the torture he will undergo will definitely make people question why he came to this world.

‘Eliminate shortcomings. ’

Lin En's green eyes narrowed slightly, he knew what it meant to eliminate shortcomings. Defects caused by mistakes in spiritual rubbing will infinitely magnify a person's original flaws and temporarily transfer them to oneself spiritually. The demon-shaping rubbing is to maintain its own spirituality, that is, in this behavior Lost myself in it.

Speaking of which, Amiste and himself were also imprinted, but because both of them were in a very safe environment, there was no change in their personalities.

In the two days after getting the painting back, both of them felt tired to varying degrees.

In fact, it was an omen at that time.

"Can you control the people in the painting?" Linn thought of a possibility.

"No, once a painting is successful, it is no longer under the control of the painter. It belongs to the whole world." Worden does have the quality to write about artists. If he could understand that Brother Xun's farts are all criticism of the old society. , I think it will definitely be regarded as a guideline and a creed for people.

But Mr. Linn doesn't need a creed. What he needs now is as much information about the Shaper as possible.

"In addition, the painting is generally neither too far nor too close to the subject. If it is far away, traces will be revealed, and if it is too close, it will not be able to take shape." Worden added.

This made Linn suddenly have a flash of inspiration in his mind!

The first time I left the camp, the time seemed to coincide with Leonardo's incident. Leonardo also pointed out that when the lights went out, it seemed that the village girl took it upon herself to do it, with a very ferocious expression. He didn't do it himself, but he was pushed along by someone... Lin En frowned at this moment, realizing that something was wrong. Something might happen to him as soon as he left the camp.

Still owe 25 chapters~