Master Tongtian

Oil painting is a type of painting that uses quick-drying vegetable oil mixed with pigments on a drawing board. It is also the most mainstream painting method in the world.

The pigments used in oil paintings have strong hardness and can maintain their luster for a long time after the painting dries. Thanks to the hiding power and transparency of the pigment, the objects depicted are rich in color and have a strong three-dimensional texture.

In the land of gold, only oil paintings can be exhibited in elegant halls. Naturally, only oil paintings can be sold at high prices.

This was the main reason why Salles asked Rosen to learn oil painting.

Early the next morning.

Cyrus pulled the sleeping Rosen up from the floor.

"Get up~ get up quickly! Remember, I hate lazy apprentices the most!"

Rosen suddenly woke up and stood up straight: "Teacher, I remember it!"

Cyrus pointed to the complete set of oil painting tools on the table: "I have taught you the basic knowledge of painting. I believe that as long as you understand the tricks of using these paints. With your painting talent, you will be able to paint good paintings soon. Works, huh?”

"Yes, mentor."

"Then, let's start right after breakfast!"

Breakfast has been prepared, and it is quite rich, including bread, vegetable soup, and a small piece of bacon.

Before eating, Rosen was a little unsure: "Teacher, are these all for me?"

"Why are there so many nonsense? Give it to me quickly!"

Rosen immediately complied.

After finishing breakfast in a hurry, he picked up his tools and began to study carefully based on the knowledge he learned last night.

After studying it intently for half an hour, he roughly figured out how to use the tool. When he was about to start practicing, a flow of information flashed through his mind.

‘A new printing tool was found, do you want to load it? ’

Rosen was startled: ‘Can it still be like this? ’

Of course choose to load.

After waiting patiently for more than ten seconds, I received another stream of information: ‘The new tool has been loaded and has been included as a backup option for printing. ’

Rosen felt happy and was about to try printing when Cyrus' dissatisfied scolding came to his ears again.

"Why are you standing there in a daze?!"

"I'm warning you, if you can't draw a painting that can be sold within half a month, don't even think about learning any magic from me! Do you understand?"

"Understood, mentor!"

Rosen was startled by the roar, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: 'Sellers seems to only care about magic, so he is only jealous of my ability in magic. He seemed not to care at all about painting. ’

In this case, his talent in painting will not lead to death, but will be valued more by Cyrus.

As soon as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Rosen immediately adjusted his strategy.

He said with a 'delighted' look on his face: "Teacher, I seem to have figured out how to use these things."

Cyrus was dubious: "Baby, I don't like apprentices who talk nonsense."

Rosen looked 'confident': "Teacher, I'm not exaggerating. You see, these paints are actually a special brush. They are not much different from the charcoal I used to paint."

Cyrus believed this, and his mood suddenly improved a lot. He thought for a moment, then pointed at himself: "Then you try to draw a picture of me as I look now."

"Yes, mentor."

Rosen set up his drawing board and looked closely at Sellers.

After carefully choosing the angle, I started taking screenshots from the adventure log. I took hundreds of screenshots in a row, then selected the one that best displayed the mysterious temperament of the mage and started printing.

The next moment, his hands seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. He skillfully mixed the paint, picked up the brush and knife, and started painting "brush, brush, brush".

In the screenshot, Cyrus is sitting at a small square table, holding a thick parchment book in his hand, with the words "Cyrus' Spell Notes" written on the pages.

If it was last night, even if Rosen saw these words, he wouldn't recognize them, but now, he can recognize them.

There was a sudden movement in his heart: 'The magic notebook, also known as the magic book, doesn't it record Cyrus's magic knowledge? ’

With Cyrus's aura as sharp as the eye of a needle, if he wanted him to take the initiative to teach spells, it would be like dancing on the edge of a knife, and he would be doomed if he were not careful.

Although you can grind it bit by bit, it will definitely take a lot of time, and you may not be able to learn everything.

So, why not learn secretly!

As soon as this thought came out, it quickly occupied Rosen's entire mind like a wildfire.

He had to take a deep breath, try to suppress the thoughts in his mind, stay focused, and continue painting.

Of course, Cyrus didn't know what Rosen was thinking. He was still sitting on the chair and looking through his spell book generously.

He didn't care about Rosen's gaze, and he wasn't worried at all about being stolen from by this 'illiterate' apprentice.

Oil painting is much more difficult than painting with a brush, and the paint dries quickly. You have to stop many times to mix the paint. Therefore, this painting took more than 2 hours to 'print'.

After finishing the painting, Rosen took a step back with a look of "begging for praise": "Instructor, the painting is done~~"

Cyrus raised his head and glanced at him, then smiled lightly and said, "You look like you are good at painting? Young people, being overconfident means being arrogant. Oil painting involves many advanced techniques, which are not easy to learn."

If everyone could paint well, this oil painting would not sell for such a high price.

When he was young, he once thought about becoming a painter as a side job and practicing painting. As a result, no one wanted the things he painted, and he lost a lot of money. He gave up this idea ever since.

As he spoke, he closed the spell book, stood up and walked to the drawing board.

The moment he saw the drawing board, Cyrus' figure froze, motionless and without blinking, as if someone had cast a spell on his body.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a pointed round hat and a gray cloth cloak sitting on the drawing board.

He is holding a spell book in one hand and holding the back of the chair casually with the other. There is an obsession with spells in his eyes, but there is a trace of sadness on his brow, and the wrinkles on his forehead that are like knife carvings are left behind by the arduous journey of spells. of imprints.

Cyrus had a strange feeling, as if he was looking in the mirror, but it was different from looking in the mirror normally.

The person in the painting in front of me is not a simple copy, but a "concentrated spirit", so that it reveals a strong spiritual appeal, as if it has its own soul.

He subconsciously twirled the sparse beard on his chin and couldn't help but praise: "Hmm~~~ Not bad! It's really good! Little guy, your talent in painting is really outstanding!"

This time, it was pure praise, with deep joy in it, but not a trace of jealousy, not even envy.

Rosen guessed correctly, what Cyrus valued was only magic.

After admiring it for a long time, the middle-aged mage with a vicissitudes of life turned to look at Rosen, his eyes full of passion, as if he was looking at an inexhaustible cornucopia.

"Rosen, this painting is very good, but it is not profitable because no one will be interested in a strange mage."

Rosen asked knowingly: "What should we do, mentor?"

A trace of a lewd smile appeared on the middle-aged mage's face, which all men understand: "Only beautiful women are the real hard currency! There will be countless lustful men who are willing to spend a lot of money for them!"

Before Rosen could speak, he clapped his hands vigorously and spoke faster and faster.

"Men's hobbies are very specific. From childhood to old age, they are most interested in beautiful girls."

"The innocent and clear eyes, the smooth and supple skin, and the youthful yet naturally charming figure are the supreme temptation that no man can resist."

For these words, Rosen expressed a hundred approval.

In the previous life on Earth, whenever a beautiful girl passed by a barbecue stall, the gentlemen sitting at the barbecue stall, young or old, married or unmarried, regardless of their moral level, would all pay attention to her.

Even if the body does not turn, the neck will turn. Even if the neck is not turned by force, the eyes will turn.

Even if there is a ruthless person who can't even move his eyes, his peripheral vision will quietly move over.

That kind of male instinct that is deep in the blood, acquired reason cannot stop it at all!

"So, you know what to draw, right?"

Rosen nodded immediately: "Tutor, can I draw the beautiful girl named Lilith that I met downstairs yesterday?"

‘Poof~~’

Cyrus choked on his saliva and shook his head quickly: "That girl is beautiful, but she is a rose with poisonous thorns. She cannot be painted!"

Rosen looked 'disappointed': "But she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I can't draw anything I haven't seen before."

Cyrus couldn't refute this, and he also knew clearly that if Lilith was really drawn, it would definitely sell for a high price, but there would be endless consequences.

But he was indeed too short of money. Going to the Mage Guild to buy a low-level standard spell cost 30 crowns. However, he racked his brains and took huge risks to go into the mountains and forests to suppress bandits, and the reward was only 10 crowns.

After thinking about it, he asked: "You can draw it, but you have to change the appearance slightly, such as making the eyes bigger and the mouth bigger, so that people can't recognize it as Lilith."

Rosen immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, I can't do it!"

"When I draw, I have a wonderful inspiration in my mind. If I modify it without authorization, the inspiration will disappear, and then the painting will be very ugly! Oh~ it is very ugly!"

Salles also believes this, because he knows that many famous painters have eccentricities, especially the pursuit of perfection, which is almost impossible.

So, he tried hard to think of a solution, and as he was thinking about it, he suddenly gritted his teeth and looked like he was going to give it all.

"You wait here. I'll go find that girl for you right away. Let's make money together!"