A figure flew across the endless night sky and stood above the thin clouds.
Under his feet was a bustling city lights.
Even at an altitude of hundreds of meters, you can still vaguely smell the strings and fragrance below.
"The city of Saint-Selme is worthy of being a famous city of art." The artistic atmosphere can be said to reach the sky.
The man high up in the sky lowered his head and sighed, his eyes wandering around, finally settling on the only bleak-looking street in the city below.
The black shadow swooped down, and finally landed silently in a deserted and dark alley.
With the clatter of footsteps, he walked out of the deep alley. There was a pile of burning dead wood at the intersection. Through the light of the burning fire, he could clearly see the face of the person coming.
Red hair, golden eyes, lazy and handsome.
It was Angel after using the transformation technique.
Angel looked around and saw that this was a long street that had been burned by fire.
There was a mess everywhere. Not only were there burning dead trees at the intersection, but the houses on both sides of the street also had rekindled fires, as well as all kinds of ruined black remnants that were burned into charcoal. Even the air was still floating in the air.
Purpose Mars.
The pungent smell permeated the entire street.
The stone brick house on the left is relatively intact. From the street sign on the wall stained with black ash, you can see several words with burn marks: 1-349, Cypress Street West Lane.
This is Cypress Street, adjacent to the palace complex of the Yinlu royal family. It used to be an art gallery, but now it has become a ruin.
Angel sighed inaudibly and walked towards the fire not far away.
This fire happened to be blocking the middle of the road. A closer look revealed that it was a pile of unburned oilwood on the street.
Angel squatted down and slowly stretched out his hand, trying to feel the blazing flame through contact.
"Young man, don't think too hard!" An urgent voice suddenly came from behind.
Angel shook off the sparks on his hands, stood up, and turned around to look.
I saw a fat middle-aged woman wearing a fireproof cloth running over in a hurry, telling Angel to get away from the fire.
"Young people, you must think about the good things. Even if the house is burned down, as long as everything is fine, everything can be done again." The middle-aged woman is obviously well-educated, although her clothes are covered by an ugly black fireproof cloth.
, but from her obviously designed hairstyle, it can be seen that she should come from a relatively wealthy family.
It's just that the face under the beautiful curly hair is now stained with black ash, presumably contaminated by the dust floating on the cypress street.
When she saw Angel's face, the middle-aged woman was obviously stunned. With her young and handsome face, and the obviously expensive gentleman's clothes, she didn't look like she was about to commit suicide because her house was burned down.
Moreover, he had a polite smile on his lips and was dressed in a standard aristocratic dress, which really didn't match the ruins with sparks floating around him.
"You... let me think about it, did any of your favorite paintings get burned? So you can't think about it for a while?" The middle-aged woman seemed to think that this guess might be close to the truth, and immediately said: "You were influenced by the young man yesterday.
Is it affected? Alas, that young man is just stupid. How can a painting be more important than a human life? He insisted on rushing into the fire and almost burned himself."
"Nowadays, young people are crazy. Everyone is chasing the trend and regards art as their life."
"Actually, this path has gone astray."
"Oh, why did you go astray?" It was Angel who spoke. Originally, he just thought that this middle-aged woman was well-intentioned, so he stayed to explain to her to avoid misunderstandings; but her subsequent remarks due to the misunderstanding were...
This made Angel a little interested.
"Come here first, and I'll tell you later. This fire is unusual and weird. Even water can't put it out when it burns. Don't get close to these fires."
"I think you misunderstood, ma'am. I have no intention of committing suicide. I just walked around here." Angel walked around the fire and stood where the flames could not reach him.
"What's there to do around here?"
Angel smiled and said nothing.
When the middle-aged woman saw this, she knew that the other party was unwilling to answer, so she just thought about it. As long as she was not seeking death, everything else didn't matter.
"Even if you want to wander around, don't get close to these fires. And they re-ignite here from time to time. If something is really there, it is probably burned."
From her words, Angel probably understood that she was making up another drama in her head. She probably regarded him as a missing person?
"Why are you here, madam, in the middle of the night?" Angel asked rhetorically.
"You ask me, I went to Cypress Lake to see the fish... I used to feed them every night, but because of the fire these two days, I couldn't come. Now that the fire has been almost put out, I think
Come over and have a look." She didn't hide anything about her itinerary. She explained the situation clearly in a few words. She shook the leather bag in her hand and found that it was heavy with some crumbs of bread.
Cypress Lake. When Angel looked down at it before, he remembered that Cypress Lake was not far from the gate of Yinlu Palace. He happened to be going to Yinlu Palace, so he said: "I happen to be going there too. If Madam doesn't mind, we might as well come together."
?I also want to hear what the lady meant when she said the road went astray before?"
"Okay." The middle-aged woman smiled.
On the way to Cypress Lake, Angel also learned that this middle-aged woman was named Cornelius, who was also a resident of Cypress Street. She had a son, but her son was obsessed with art and in the end almost gave his life for art.
"I said they were on the wrong track, but I actually saw it from my son."
"Do you know why my son is obsessed with art?"
Angel guessed: "Because of love?"
Mrs. Connelly shook her head: "I also hope that he loves it, but he doesn't. He doesn't really love art. The reason why he is so obsessed with art is because of the influence of the environment."
Connelly sighed, looked at the bustling night view of Saint-Salme City in the distance, and said softly: "The Central Empire is also called the country of art, and Saint-Selme City is the center of this art country, so it is naturally called the city of art.
The artistic atmosphere here is very strong. Almost most people have been exposed to art since childhood, including oil painting, music, drama, sculpture, architecture..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Even though Cornelius is now very wealthy and has a worry-free life, her background is actually not good. She was once just a peasant woman, and she was exposed to all kinds of things.
As a poor peasant, it was naturally impossible for her son to pursue art. But later, after her son went to school, the classmates around him talked about art every day. In order to blend in with them, her son began to study art.
As a mother, Cornelius knows her son very well. She knows that her son actually does not like art in his heart. Later, he showed that he is crazy about art. In fact, he is crazy. In such a strong artistic atmosphere, she brainwashed herself.
Already.
In fact, there are not many such examples in Saint Syme City.
The result of art is naturally elegant, but the process of achieving art is inherently boring. How can everyone have the patience to love art? Environmental factors are a last resort.
In a herd-oriented society, if you don't follow the herd, you will definitely be abandoned and ostracized.
Connelly didn't care about this before, but it wasn't until her son almost sacrificed his precious life for art that she began to pay attention to it.
"Initially, Queen Rowling advocated the love of art because she experienced a tragic war and the post-war bleakness. Most people were immersed in the pain of 'loss'. She hoped to use art to rekindle people's hope."
"She may not have thought that the art in Saint-Selme City would eventually change. Art for art's sake is not art."
As Mrs. Connelly spoke, they happened to arrive at Cypress Lake.
The sparkling lake not far away looks cool and pleasant under the starry sky.
"Young man, I'm here. I went over to feed the fish. You must remember, never get close to the fire, and don't imitate my son and devote yourself to art. That is the behavior of a fool."
Mrs. Connelly waved her hand to Angel, then carried a bag of feed and walked towards the lake.
Looking at Connelly's slightly bloated and unsightly back, Angel lowered his head and smiled softly: Compared to most people in this city, Connelly, who was born as a peasant woman, lives a more understanding life.
It is precisely because of existence like Cornelius...
"So, I like humans."
Angel turned around with a smile and walked towards the Yinlu Royal Palace.
The brief walk with Cornelius and listening to the values ​​​​of an ordinary person was just an insignificant episode. However, this episode still occupies some weight in memory. If Angel wants to write a wizard's travel book in the future, he will write it
When visiting the capital of art, maybe her story will be recorded.
After putting aside this small episode, Angel stretched out his left hand and slowly opened the fist he had been clenching, and a few sparks flew out of it.
Mars rose into the sky and turned into a small flame in front of Angel.
"Sure enough, it contains a special trace of fire power." Angel: "Although it is very light, it still has the taste of Dangross."
Angel looked at the fire, and some thoughts flashed in his eyes. Although it was just a small spark, the residual temperature was also very good. When it really burned, the temperature would probably be just a hair lower than Korokro's.
Moreover, the special meaning in this flame is not complex, it is quite pure, and can be used to smelt many magic ores that require pure fire. It is nothing more than that Fritz will fall in love with Dangros.
"I've never seen Dangros release flames with all his strength before, but I didn't expect it to be quite good." Angel grunted, and with one hand, he pinched and extinguished the floating flames.
Then without stopping, he strode towards the palace.
He flew to Saint Syme City this time just to take Dangros back. And Dangros was deep in the Silver Heron Palace at this time.
To be continued...