Later, even the city's leading dignitary, Count Aunein, brought his family to St. Feather Cathedral to see the paintings.
This was something that everyone in Universalism did not expect.
At that time, the Earl of Onein and his family were received by the bishop of the diocese and the elder of Ria.
This family is all lay people, they don't know much about oil painting, they just come to join in the fun. The countess was the only one in the family who knew something about the arts. However, her level is at most higher than that of a layman, so naturally, the daughters she has taught are worse than her.
Speaking of Countess Aunein, it is also quite interesting. Her generation is the "three sisters", and her daughter's generation is the "three sisters" again.
Fortunately, the church does not need to pay for these nobles, let alone a church like the Universal Church that does not rely on the support of the nobles.
Therefore, although the bishop of the diocese had a smile on his face, he did not mean to flatter him too much. After all, he also knew that this family believed in the Holy World Sect.
Elder Liya also had a polite smile on his face, but he stood there like a Roman column, with no intention of interpreting the painting.
Count Aunein was very enthusiastic. His shiny face was filled with curiosity that could not be concealed. He caught the two of them asking questions. It felt as if the count's soul had been converted to art the moment he stepped into the church. . But even so, he should go to the Xindu Sect and receive the influence of art instead of chatting awkwardly with the two people in front of him.
In fact, Count Aunein just wanted to ask more questions so that he would have more to talk about at noble gatherings in the future. The nobles all seem to have this stinky habit. They know little about many things, but they all like to express their "unique" opinions when there are many people.
Of course, for someone like Count Aunein, who has nothing in his stomach, he can only come here because of the reputation and return home after stealing "knowledge".
Even if the count lowered his posture, the bishop of the diocese could not understand the painting.
So the bishop glanced at Riya in embarrassment, but the elder looked at his nose and his nose, his head lowered and he carefully studied the gravel-patterned floor tiles under his feet.
Seeing the attitude of the Universalists, the count's daughters immediately became unhappy. They were not very willing to come to a place like this, but when they saw that someone was throwing cold water on them, they began to curse and curse at a higher voice. Of course, they don't look down on this so-called universal religion.
"What's so rare? It's just a broken painting that I don't know what to call. It really takes itself seriously." The eldest daughter Alyssa said disdainfully.
"That's right, it's really a treasure." Second daughter Mena said helpfully.
Only the youngest daughter Fia was the most self-aware and did not say a word. Although she couldn't understand what the painting was about, she still understood in her heart, "This is not a broken painting. This technique and level are much higher than that of the oil painting teacher at home."
To say that the eldest sister and the second sister's minds are really impressive, isn't this indirectly scolding my own father? If it was really a famous work, would your family still come to make fun of it?
The bishop and the elder Lia had calm expressions, as if they were used to such cynicism, as if they were hearing what was in their hearts.
It can be said that between the Traledic Mountains and
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In the north, these nobles' deep-rooted disdain for Universalism has existed for centuries, and the followers of Universalism have long been used to it. In addition, the bishop and Liya are both well-educated people, so naturally they will not care about these things, just treat them as if they are blowing away.
The count turned around and glared at his two daughters. After the countess' persuasion, the two unruly daughters stopped talking.
Seeing that the two members of the Universal Church were not interested in explaining anything to him, the count did not force him. He was not a strong person to begin with.
Then the topic turned to whose hand this painting came from.
After all, this curved dome has been empty for so many years. Which master did you catch this time? In fact, not only the count, but also many people in Zantz City have unlimited interest in this mysterious genius painter.
Many people think that Universalism cannot afford the remuneration, which is why it has been unable to find famous painters for so many years. In fact, it was not the case. It was just as Riya said. The reason was just that he could not find a suitable candidate. Universalism is not as poor as everyone thinks.
Regarding the author of this painting, Elder Riya simply mentioned in an understatement that "he is a young painter with little fame", and did not even mention his name.
Count Oneyin nodded helplessly.
His eldest daughter and second daughter felt a burst of disdain in their hearts: "It is indeed the work of some inferior painter..."
Ria may have done this to protect Alvin. After all, he didn't know whether Alvin had any desire to become famous. Of course, maybe he simply didn't want to explain it clearly to the count.
But when he was in Bellamar town, didn't he already know that Alvin was a pushy person.
Of course, this is also Erwin's fault. After finishing the painting, he even forgot to sign his name.
Even though the clergy of the Universal Church are tight-lipped and don't say much to the outside world, that Rusty Philodi has met Alvin. So when the story here in Zantz City reached Tilea City, the eldest son of the Philodi family said the name "Elwin Felie".
Of course, when Rusty talked about Alvin to others, his mind was filled with the painter's beautiful wife.
Ever since, the unfamiliar name "Alvin Felie" has spread back to Zantz City.
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Our protagonist, however, seems to enjoy this game of "hide and seek" and continues to play his "real person without showing his face" trick.
Because of the painting "The Believer", the Universalist Church gave him a lot of extra remuneration, so he no longer has to worry about Looney in the near future. Alvin generously allocated part of it to support Chi Gan.
Zhang Yan refused and took it. After all, the feeling of being cold and hungry was not that pleasant.
Besides, Alvin is new here and needs a follower who knows the inside story. After all, Chi Yan had some relationship with the baroness, and he knew a little about the Marquis of Erou and the Count of Oneyin.
And based on Alvin's understanding of Zhang Gan, that relationship is not so easy to resolve.
Apart from Alvin's generosity, what made Zhang Yan admire Alvin even more was that this nobleman from the south seemed to be very indifferent.
He originally thought that Alvin was the kind of person who loved the limelight and would take advantage of this rise in fame.
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He successfully entered the aristocratic circle of Zantz City, but Alvin didn't care much about it at all.
What he didn't know was that given Alvin's background and experience, it didn't matter who was in the aristocratic circle or not.
Besides, Alvin has the kind of aloof character who doesn't want to take advantage of others, and he also has the little idea of "selling for a price", so naturally he won't show up easily.
However, our great painter seldom goes out recently, and there is another reason.
It's just that O'Nian doesn't know what's going on recently. She always shuts herself in her room to study magic and refuses all Alvin's invitations.
It happened that Alvin was the kind of person who was unwilling to lag behind. Seeing Onian working hard, he was too embarrassed to go out and hang out. At the same time, he also vaguely felt that Onian was warning him in this way that the two of them still had a lot to shoulder and did not have so many sunny days to waste away.
Besides, it would be meaningless for him to have fun by himself without the company of a great beauty like Onian. He would be happy to be with Lai Wu and Chen Zhu's gang of "husbands and dogs", but if he was alone with Zhang Yang, he really couldn't keep up his spirits.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly when he thought of Laiwu and Chenzhu, and then thought of Kaiba who was still in Tewadedan.
"Oh, the mercenary groups from all directions are really scattered in all directions now." He sighed with a wry smile.
Alvin followed Onian's example and locked himself in the room. He was facing the "Laws of Space and Time" in front of him all day long, and he was at a loss.
He carefully recalled the details of the battle with the giant ice dragon that day, and recalled his inference that "space in a state of static time can be deformed", as well as the bottomless force that sent him to the north. Black Mist, there are really too many things that I don’t understand.
"Then what happened?" Alvin thought in surprise, "Obviously, the ice dragon also used time and space magic, but how could these monsters in the Traledi Mountains also use this kind of magic? "
Alvin picked up the ancient book and turned it over in his hand for a long time. "How did the monsters learn this? This is incredible."
"How did the aroused black mist produce spatial displacement? Is it possible that the collision of two space-time magics can have such an effect? Also, how did the ice dragon's forelimbs be cut off? ?" As long as he thinks about what happened that day, there seem to be endless mysteries plaguing him.
"Oh, I don't want to think about it anymore, I don't want to think about it anymore, my head feels dizzy." Alvin got up from the bed, lamenting that he had spent another whole afternoon without making any progress.
In fact, he might have fainted from hunger.
"Let's go buy something to eat." He knocked on the door as he passed by O'Nian's house, and walked straight out of the house regardless of whether O'Nian'an answered him or not.
He walked along Feilu Street to the bakery a block away. It was already dinner time, and the smell of various dishes mixed in the street stimulated his sense of smell. Alvin swallowed, feeling his "hunger" deeply.
While the sense of smell has become more sensitive, somehow, the hearing seems to be much more sensitive as well.
Amidst the sounds of ingredients being put into the frying pan, he heard a different sound coming from a certain alley. This wisp of sound was like a slender arm of smoke, tickling his raised ears and pulling him into the alley.
You must know that this kind of soft gasping sound can usually only be heard in Fireworks Willow Alley.
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