"Goddess Bomaf is on..."

Gently, Brutus was admiring the painting in front of him carefully, while sighing in a nearly singular way, from his eyes to his tone, he could feel his excitement and praise.

Goddess Bomafu, she is not only the goddess of the wind, but also the perfect goddess who is in charge of art and hunting. She is hailed as the most beautiful goddess. Countless young people who like art believe in Goddess Bomafu.

This afternoon, in the backyard of Froud's house, you can also see the statue of the fountain. The details are traces of cultural heritage.

At this moment, what was placed in front of the four friends were two colorful oil paintings by Ray Peters—

All the oil painting models are women, and they follow the style of the Chaos Chronicle mythology and legend. They just wear a piece of linen, which shows the curves of their figures in a faint way, especially the curves on the upper body. The plump lines are vivid in the light and shadow, which is really amazing.

But more importantly, in the current Rya Empire, there are not many female models, especially those who are willing to wear loose clothes and untied their belts, which is even rarer.

For the young teenagers who are full of energy, they have no chance to appreciate the mystery of the body of the opposite sex, which is why Brutes was amazed; and for young painters who are learning to paint, they have no chance to capture the beauty of the body of the opposite sex, which is undoubtedly a shortcoming.

Ray Peters could feel the excitement in Brutes's words, and he also jumped up, "Unfortunately, this is a copying work, not a live drawing; I still want to draw a living model on the spot, that is the real art. Of course, this should be unlikely."

Huoden's body also leaned forward slightly, and he used his gaze to capture the lines and colors.

Huoden really doesn't know much about painting, but after all, living on the 21st century Earth, he has more or less appreciated many paintings and has a certain appreciation ability. He can still feel Ray Peters' delicate treatment of lines. Unfortunately, the light part is not energetic-

After all, it is a copying work, not a live sketch.

"I agree." Hoden gently agreed to Ray Peters, "The light has no layers or even rigidity. This is a work without vitality. The beauty of the lines and the moving colors are submerged in mediocre light. This is a pity."

Ray Peters' eyes lit up, "Yes? Yes, right! I think so too, I can't describe the real person in a painting."

"That's because you haven't seen a real person." Brutes' complaint made Hoden laugh, and Ray Peters' expression was slightly embarrassed.

Robben next to him was still a little restrained, and he didn't get close but didn't walk away. His body language revealed a sense of awkwardness. Then he saw Brutes' relaxation and Hoden's calmness, and then he realized that his shyness was unnecessary. Moreover, the original author Ray Peters was right next to him, introducing his art works openly, and he really had no need to think about it.

So Robben also got closer and looked at it carefully. At first, his eyes fell on the graceful lines, and then he paid attention to the details of the painting. "How many layers of the colors have you used here?"

Noting that Robben also began to discuss technical aspects, Ray Peters was even more happy and took the initiative to lean over and discuss it back and forth.

But Huoden had already stood up straight, turned around and paced in the entertainment room. There was a pool table in the center, and a chess and card table next to the windowsill. The antique furniture and gorgeous and complex decoration made the whole space magnificent, revealing a sense of heaviness.

The red brick wallpaper in front of you reveals an extraordinary taste, and the paintings hanging on the wall can feel a solemn and grandeur.

It was a standard aristocratic painting.

Mr. Frode was wearing a formal three-piece dark gray suit, sitting solemnly and luxuriously on the red velvet square chair, facing the front side, holding a double-barrel hunting rifle in his right hand, and a half-man-high sheepdog squatted beside his left hand; behind the diagonally behind is a large window with curtains, you can see the moat outside the window, the castle in the distance, and the vast forest beside him.

"I guess this shouldn't be your work." Hoden said teasingly.

Ray Peters stood up straight and turned to look over, "Which one do you mean?" After noticing Hoden's gaze, "Are you talking about this pretentious portrait of aristocratic family in my father?"

Brutus and Robben also stood up straight and turned to look over.

"You should be able to see that he never brought his double-barrel hunting rifle, nor his shepherd dog, nor you can see the castle we have in the countryside, oh, by the way, and the forest that belongs to the Froud family, you must not know how wide it is."

There was a strong ridicule behind the understatement. Ray Peters picked up his black coffee and took a sip, but seemed to have not noticed the bitterness at all. He swallowed it calmly, making people strongly wonder whether his taste buds had expired.

The corners of Hoden's mouth also rose, "What's most regrettable is that he did not show the real aristocratic dinner. I have always been very curious about how luxurious and sumptuous the aristocratic dinner can be."

"It's better to have only dinner and no characters, right?" Bruts walked to the side, picked up a club, and called his friends to play billiards together.

Hoden shook his head seriously, "Of course not. Without characters, dinner will be lifeless. I still hope to see a delicious dinner."

Everyone laughed, and the four little friends exchanged sights with each other. Then Hoden and Ray Peters teamed, Robben and Brutes teamed, and began to play billiards in two to fight.

"Then you must be disappointed." Ray Peters said to Hoden. "The noble dinner, it is not the food, but the rules and etiquette. It is a social occasion. Many times, I don't know what to stuff into my mouth."

"You don't know tonight, don't you?" Brutes complained directly.

Ray Peters was speechless.

But Hoden didn't care, "What you eat is social etiquette, what I eat is food, that's fine. What I'm curious about is your dishes. Don't you think this is very interesting? The aristocratic dining tables and civilian dining tables, and even the pier dining tables may be different."

"..." The answer to Hoden was silent. Brutes's eyes drifted to other places. Ray Peters expressed speechlessness with a helpless expression, and Robben did not look up at all.

Hoden spread his hands, "You really don't know how to enjoy life."

Brutes curled his lips, "There are many ways to enjoy life, okay?"
Chapter completed!