The number of magicians staying here is only more than that of the district branch headquarters, not less. As a large number of magicians gather, and of course there are a considerable number of shops and various services in the city, it is inevitable that magicians will be the main group. Coupled with the prosperity of various types of trade in the river port itself, the business form here is different from the headquarters of several magician association branches that Lin has seen before.
The biggest difference is that there is an unimaginable amount of art here. If you see something like this in a general branch headquarters, your first thought is to be careful.
The artworks that appear among magicians are usually magical objects with curses or other strange effects. They are things that are difficult to explain or imagine by common sense. Here, it’s just ordinary art.
But now, what caught someone's eye was a small portrait. To compare it with the standards of the earth, it is the Renaissance style, with changes in light and shadow, use of colors, and you can see the delicate texture and texture.
Before that, Lin Suo had seen paintings collected by some unknown aristocrats who were proud of their homes. They were like mosaics, with monotonous blocks of color pieced together into meaningful patterns. According to those nobles, the value of a painting lies in the fact that the more people are painted on it, the more valuable it is, because the more lines there are, the more complex they are.
Someone just looked at a painting that was no different from an Egyptian mural, with at most more trees and mountains in the background, and was fetched a high price by a group of nobles. Just like the earth, so-called art is a hype thing.
"What, do you know this woman?"
The lich's voice came faintly from the side, making a man immersed in art break into a cold sweat. He quickly said: "How do I know her? I was looking at the technique of this painting."
"Techniques? It's just a painting. What kind of techniques can there be? Isn't it more realistic to use the photos you mentioned, or the images recorded with the Arcane Eyes?"
"No, no, no, this is something different. What's more, even if it's taking a picture, there is still a difference in the feeling of the photos taken by those who can take pictures or those who can't. You have also seen the miserable situation of those product photos in Forum Mall. "
"Indeed." After pondering for a while, Fen asked, "What's the difference?"
Lin seems to have opened up a conversation box. From the angle of the light source, the position of the shadow, the processing of distance, to the presentation of the three-dimensional sense, these are all the knowledge of photography. I had at least touched a professional camera for a while when I was on Earth, and learned some relevant knowledge. When it comes to painting, there is also the choice of color, the difference between warm and cold colors. This is another area of knowledge that is different from photography.
According to various theories, since I am not an art major, I can only bang my head here and there and say whatever comes to mind. No one can even know whether there are errors in it. Finally, let me sum it up: this painting is good. And the bunch of nonsense before is actually just some more specific discussions to explain what is good about this painting. Ultimately, feelings are quite subjective.
After finishing this seemingly level-sounding explanation, Lin realized that a group of people had gathered around him, staring at him in astonishment. At the same time, there was a decent man standing in front of him who had taken care of himself very neatly. From the badge printed on his body with the same imprint as that of the painting shop, he should be the owner or clerk of the painting shop.
Seeing the other person looking at him blankly, and occasionally looking at the portrait in his hand, Lin smiled shyly and said, "Ah, I'm really sorry for holding this painting of yours for so long. How much does it cost? Please give me a price and I'll buy it." After saying that, Lin picked up his money bag and prepared to take out the coins.
"No, no, no, Your Majesty the Magician. I have learned a lot from your explanation. This painting can be given to you directly, but please tell me more." The owner of the painting shop originally relied on his vision and When it comes to eloquence, the former is not so much about the value of things as it is about people. And the latter is important no matter what you do.
The master in front of him is wearing a magician's shawl, tied with a golden thread. The pattern on his shoulders is a very rare shape, consisting of three-headed monkeys made up of many small squares.
The shop owner was not sure about this person's reputation in the world of magicians; but in the world of merchants, this person was recognized as an apostle of the God of Wealth, and might even be a saint walking in this world. With this kind of opportunity to ask for advice and even get closer, how could he not try to work hard.
Someone is still wary of this inexplicable enthusiasm. And the most important thing is that he didn't expect it. If Lin were to explain the mathematical formulas for celestial motion to this shopkeeper, he could guarantee that he would not be able to finish his explanation in seven days and seven nights. But when it comes to art, the explanation I just gave to Fen was a perfect display of my unique skills, and I didn’t hold anything back.
So how can someone expose his own shortcomings? He smiled, took out a few gold coins, and said, "I will accept the painting. Let these money be considered as the price for asking you to learn about the author of this painting."
"This..." The shop owner hesitated for a moment, then immediately turned into a smile and said enthusiastically: "Please wait a moment, the account book I purchased will record who bought this painting from. Even if it is not the author of the painting, it must be It will matter."
After a while, the shopkeeper who entered the painting shop quickly ran out holding a large account book, followed by a clerk. The shopkeeper used the clerk as a makeshift bookshelf and let him hold it while he flipped through it on the spot. He quickly found the purchase record of the painting and said, "The person selling this painting is a wandering magician who calls himself It's Leonardo, the son of Piero, from Wenxi Village. An unknown magician, on a completely different level from Mr. Tripwood." The shopkeeper pointed out someone's name with a smile and gave him a small compliment.
But when someone heard this name, he felt a lingering sense of familiarity... But seeing more and more people gathering around him, Lin felt like he couldn't leave now. He grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed them into the shopkeeper's hand, saying, "Thank you for informing me. If you can meet that magician again, please convey my respect."
The group of people finally squeezed through the crowd, and Lin admired the small portrait in his hand. At this time, Halumi's plaintive voice came, saying: "Teacher, you never taught me this."
"Uh." The blond girl is very talented in this area, which is even higher than her magic talent. This is an example of how it would be a pity to be a magician. But no matter what the reason was, it was a fact that he had never told her about this knowledge. Rolling his eyes, Lin opened his mouth and said: "It's not because you have your own ideas about painting and other creations. If I tell you too much, It's not something you figured out by yourself. It just molds you into what I imagined. It's better not to say anything and let you express yourself freely and break out of the framework I know. What I mean to you The expectations are higher than you feel."
"Really." The blonde girl smiled innocently. How could the few people nearby who were familiar with the ways of the world fail to recognize that someone's words were just words of deferment. However, the girl actually believed it, and everyone was worried about her future.
After finally getting through the test safely, Lin laughed and prepared to go back to the hotel where he was staying to have a good rest. Just by turning around, he accidentally bumped into someone else. Fortunately, neither party was knocked down or injured, so after exchanging greetings, they separated.
Uzov and his companions, who were following someone, were well-informed. How could they not understand this routine? He grabbed the man who was suspected of being a pickpocket and said loudly: "Sir Tripwood, I think something is missing from you. Maybe you should look for it quickly. There is something missing from you."
Lin still had a smile on his face and said, "How could something be missing from me? I am so alert. Who can take something away from me? It's okay. Don't hurt anyone. Let him go."
As soon as he received the victim's confident words, the man sneered secretly in his heart and started to shake off Uzov who was grabbing him. After saying a few innocuous words, he got into the crowd and left quickly.
However, even if they didn't notice it immediately, most people could tell that something was wrong. Only the person who might have had his money bag stolen still looked at the direction the man was leaving with a smile. Although everyone was puzzled, they didn't ask any more questions.
For Uzov and others, they were not familiar enough to question each other. A few straightforward silver-bearded dwarves could not understand that two apprentices would not question their teacher on something that was not theirs to do. But Lich is not one of them.
In fact, Fen is quite aware of that little move. And being able to integrate most of the functions of the Arcane Eye into his own almost instinctive system, it is impossible for someone to not notice it. So she asked: "What do you think? Giving money away for free? That's not what charity does, right?"
"Didn't we master the curse of the God of Disease before?" Someone said very implicitly. Moreover, it is not big news that magicians have mastered some of the power of divine power through various methods and rituals. In fact, the things he has mastered are much more advanced than those. "─So I made some gadgets about plagues and curses. But I haven't tried it to see if it works. I'm a good person, how could I do it casually? You just let such a scourge go out and harm people's lives. You didn't just meet someone who was looking for death. He brought it to the door by himself. It wasn't me who wanted to harm him. So what happened to him in the end has nothing to do with me. I've waited. Let’s go and see his miserable condition in a few days. Let’s verify whether the effect of my magic experiment is as expected.”
Suddenly, the man who should have gone away magically appeared on the road where everyone was walking. He greeted her warmly and held a money bag respectfully. It was the zip-top bag in which someone took out a handful of gold coins when buying a painting in an art shop. The man said: "Mr. Magician, you are really careless. I found that you dropped your wallet. Why don't I bring it up to you quickly?"
"Oh? Is this really mine?"
"It must be yours, it must be yours. I saw it fall out of your arms with my own eyes."
Lin took the money bag suspiciously, took out a green coin from it, held it forward, and said: "Thank you for bringing this back. Then this Kir (gold coin) will be treated as a condolence payment." You're fine."
If he was still suspicious, after seeing this strange coin, the pickpocket would not dare to take it. Shaking his head and hands, he said he didn't dare, and ran away in a flash.
"Tsk!" Lin exclaimed, regretfully taking the things back into his arms and putting them away. At this time, those who followed behind and watched the whole show were sure of one thing, this man was a scammer!
