Chapter 7: The Instinct of Deep Blood

Oil painting is a kind of painting that uses fast-drying vegetable oil to blend pigments and produces on a painting board, and 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 picture is dry. With the hiding power and transparent properties of the pigments, the objects depicted are rich in color and have a strong three-dimensional texture.

In the golden land, only oil paintings can enter the exhibition of Daye Hall, and naturally, only oil paintings can be sold at high prices.

This is the main reason why Sellers asked Rosen to learn oil painting.

The next morning.

Sellers pulled Rosen, who was sleeping in a daze, from the floor.

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

Luo Sen was shocked and immediately woke up, and immediately stood up straight: "Teacher, I remember!"

Sellers 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 tips for using these paints, you can draw good works soon with your painting talent, right?"

“Yes, mentor.”

While talking, he closed the spell book, got up and walked to the drawing board.

Sellers could not refute this, and he knew clearly that if Lilith was really drawn, he would definitely be able to sell it at a high price, but there would be endless troubles.

“Yes, mentor.”

He said with a look of 'happiness': "Teacher, I seem to understand the usage of these things."

The male instinct deep in the bloodline cannot be stopped by the acquired reason!

"So, do you know what to draw?"

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

When he was young, he thought of using painters as a side job and using painting to cultivate his methods. As a result, no one wanted the things he painted and even lost a lot of money. From then on, he stopped this idea.

Although it can be polished bit by bit, it will inevitably take a lot of time and may not be able to learn it all.

On the earth in the past life, whenever there was a beautiful little girl passing by the barbecue stall, the old man sitting on the barbecue stall, regardless of age, married or unmarried, or moral level, would definitely give a tribute to the attention.

Sellers had a very wonderful feeling, as if he was looking in the mirror, but it was different from the usual mirror.

‘Discover a brand new printing tool, does it load?’

Luo Sen looked 'confident': "Teacher, I didn't say anything big. You see, these paints are actually a special brush, which is not much different from what I used to paint with charcoal."

The difficulty of painting oil painting is much higher than that of brushes, and the paint dries faster. You have to stop many times in the middle to adjust the paint. Therefore, it took more than two hours to "print" this painting.

The person in the painting in front of you is not a simple copy, but a "condensed spirit", which exudes a strong spiritual infectiousness, as if he has a soul.

After carefully selecting the angle, I started to take screenshots with adventure logs, and took hundreds of pictures in a row. Then I chose the one that best shows the mysterious temperament of the mage and started printing.

Cyrus looked up at him and smiled faintly, "Do you look good at painting? Young people are too confident and proud. Oil painting involves many advanced skills and is not so easy to learn."

After waiting patiently for more than ten seconds, I received the information flow: ‘The new tool is loaded and included in the printing alternative.’

"Stand there and be dazed in a daze?"

These thoughts flashed through and Rosen immediately adjusted his strategy.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Come and eat it for me!"

The breakfast was ready and it was quite rich, with bread, vegetable soup, and a small slice of cured meat.

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

Rosen expressed one hundred agreements with these words.

Rosen guessed correctly, and Sellers only valued magic.

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

Before Luo Sen could speak, he clapped his hands hard, and the faster he spoke.

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

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

Cyrus was half-believing and half-doubted: "Little baby, I don't like big-talking apprentices."

Luo Sen asked knowingly: "What should I do, tutor?"

If it were last night, even if Luo Sen saw these words, he would not recognize them, but now he can recognize them.

Cyrus choked with saliva and shook his head quickly: "That girl is beautiful, but she is a rose with poisonous thorns, so you can't draw it!"

My heart suddenly moved: 'Spell notes, also known as spell book, don't it record Sellers' spell knowledge?'

Rosen was roared and suddenly a thought flashed in his mind: "Selles seems to only care about spells, so he is only jealous of my ability to show his magic. He seems to not care about painting at all."

After breakfast like a wind blowing and clouds, he picked up the tools, compared the knowledge he learned last night, and began to study it carefully.

He didn't care about Rosen's gaze at all, and he was not worried about being secretly learned by this "illiterate" apprentice.

The next moment, his hands seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, skillfully mixing pigments, picking up the brush and drawing knife, and drawing "brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-brush-

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

Before eating, Rosen was a little uncertain: "Teacher, are this all for me?"

Rosen set up the drawing board and then carefully observed Cyrus.

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

After finishing the drawing, Rosen took a step back with a 'please ask for praise' expression: "Teacher, you have finished drawing~~"

Cyrus naturally didn't know Rosen's mind. He was still sitting on the chair, looking through his magic book generously.

This time, it was pure praise, with deep joy in it, but not mixed with a little jealousy, and even envy.

Luo Sen was stunned: ‘Can this still be like this?’

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

The moment he saw the drawing board, Sellers' body stopped, motionless, without blinking his eyelids, as if he had been immobilized.

A hint of a slutty smile appeared on the middle-aged mage's face that men knew: "Only beautiful women are real hard currency! There will be countless lustful men who are willing to spend a lot of money for them!"

Even if the body does not turn, the neck will turn. Even if the neck is forcibly controlled, the eyes will turn.

He held the spell book in one hand and the back of the chair casually with the other. He had an obsession with spells in his eyes, but his brows showed a trace of sorrow, and the wrinkles like knife-carved on his forehead were marks left on the difficult path of magic.

Luo Sen looked 'disappointed': "But the most beautiful girl I have ever seen is her. I can't draw anything I have never seen."

But he was indeed too short of money. It took 30 crowns to buy a low-level standard spell to go to the mage guild, and he racked his brains and took huge risks to go to the mountains and forests to suppress bandits, and the bounty was only 10 crowns.

After long appreciation, the middle-aged mage with a vicissitudes of face turned to look at Luo Sen, his eyes full of fiery, as if he was looking at an inexhaustible treasure pot.

Sellers believed this, and he felt much better. He thought for a while and pointed at himself: "Then try to draw a picture as I am now."

"That innocent and ignorant clear eyes, that smooth and tender skin, and the green and natural and charming tempting figure are supreme temptations that no man can resist."

If everyone could draw well, the oil painting would not be sold at a high price.

"I understand, mentor!"

"Rosen, this painting is very good, but it's not profitable, because no one will become interested in a strange wizard."

"So, after breakfast, start right away!"

In this way, his talent in painting should not cause any harm, but would be more valued by Sellers.

Of course, choose to load.

In the screenshot, Cyrus was sitting next to a small square table, holding a thick parchment book in his hand, with the words "Selers' Spell Notes" written on the page.

So, it’s better to learn secretly!

After thinking about it, he asked, "You can draw, but you have to change your appearance a little, such as drawing bigger eyes and getting bigger mouth, so in short, people can't recognize it as Lilith."

Rosen immediately did so.

"I warn you, if you can't draw a painting that can be sold within half a month, you won't want to learn any spells from me! Do you understand?"

Even if there is a ruthless person who can keep his eyes from moving, his eyes will move quietly.

‘Puff~~’

With Cyrus's needle-eye energy, he wanted him to take the initiative to teach magic, so he would be dancing on the blade, and he would be finished if he accidentally did it.

Rosen was happy in his heart. Just as he was about to print, he heard Cyrus' dissatisfied scolding in his ears.

"When I draw, I have a wonderful inspiration in my mind. If I modify it without authorization, the inspiration will disappear, and then it will be particularly ugly when I draw it! Well, it is particularly ugly!"

Sellers also believed this because he knew that many famous painters had quirks, especially pursuing perfection, which almost didn't work.

So, he tried hard to think about the solution, and as he thought about it, he suddenly gritted his teeth and looked willing to give in.

"You are waiting here. I'll find that girl for you now. Let's make money together!"

(End of this chapter)
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