Chapter 509 Premonition

Paint, paint, paint, garbage, garbage, garbage...

Paint, paint, paint, garbage, garbage...

Please forgive the true thoughts of Lynn, Xin Chazan, the sheriffs present, and those who were watching from afar. After all, it may not take more than a few days to reach the peak of life, and it is not easy to ask the painter Warden to directly get rid of the categories of poor, lowly, low-class, country bumpkin, shabby, stingy, and mean.

After all, he did not hire a teacher to teach him how to be a gentleman with taste, and his self-esteem as an artist did not allow him to make changes so quickly to affect his inspiration.

If he had that kind of thing.

So, calling these things on the ground at this moment garbage is not too unfair to Mr. Warden. The paintings are unsightly, with messy lines and no soul at all. The pigments are irresponsibly mixed together, and thrown together with the brushes in a mess, and even many of them are directly solidified without care.

This is the garbage!

Mr. Lin En was still extremely careful and serious, and he was examining the garbage as carefully as if he were doing a biological experiment in a laboratory. In the eyes of others, they could vaguely see sharp spiritual probes sticking out from his fingertips, accurately piercing into various garbage for inspection.

Meticulous, focused, and with a sharp gaze.

After the most detailed exploration, the young man finally determined that all the remaining traces of the plastic monster had turned into ashes here. This means that the plastic monster has no backup in this place, and all its power should be invested in the autumn hunting camp, and there are two splits.

One split into two.

From the portraits that disappeared in both paintings, it is not difficult to know that the plastic monster has divided itself into two. Lin En can imagine what the second split looks like with his eyes closed, because every day when he gets up and washes his face in the bathroom and dries his face, he will see a handsome face that is indistinguishable between male and female in the mirror.

"Mr. Worden, you have two choices now. One is to draw another portrait of me in front of everyone." Lin En carefully smoothed out a crumpled piece of drawing paper, and then threw it in front of him along with the messy paint and brush. Lin En's request was obviously very fatal.

Like a fanatic, he crawled on the ground, like a puddle of mud without bones, and his eyes were begging for the beauty he pursued to have mercy.

If there was no box of paint, it was obvious that Worden, whose actual painting skills were no different from a pile of shit, could not have painted such an amazing masterpiece that day.

Lin En was obviously trying to expose his true colors.

"Of course you have a second choice, which is to tell me everything you know about that damn paint, without missing a word, so that you can probably continue your journey of looking up at the moon."

Mr. Lin, who was kind, graceful, and tolerant, looked at this ignorant poor man and trembled. He gave him a second choice in addition to the first one. Coupled with the bulging muscles that the nearby sheriffs had trained by beating the poor and untouchables for years, it was obvious that there seemed to be two choices, but in fact there was only one.

Even if this guy lying on the ground like a dead dog didn't know the first one, the sheriffs were happy to ask Lin the second question.

Of course someone couldn't avoid physical pain.

Woden's brain was still a little bright. He heard the true meaning of the young gentleman and immediately began to tell the story humbly and piously. No matter what Lin's expression was when he turned his back to the sun, this artist had a hint of fanaticism like worshiping a saint. His piety made the person being worshiped frown quietly.

Wouldn't this guy vaguely draw the outline of the Black Holy Grail and then be unconsciously affected like divine revelation?

Theoretically, angels can also give divine revelations.

"That can of paint appeared after I had a dream and made a deal with an unknown being in the dream. It told me that those paints can make me paint the most perfect work and help me realize my dream."

Damn the bewitching and trading again.

Lin En cursed in his heart without changing his expression. The people in this world are already pitiful enough, and they have to face the inadvertent bewitching and infringement from the extraordinary realm.

"I have secretly painted some people before, but there have never been any problems... The people who came out of the paintings are just like the real ones, and they will secretly follow the people who painted them."

"What will happen then?" Lin En felt that he was close to the answer.

"I only know that the people who are painted will gradually eliminate some shortcomings, such as being easily angry or lazy. This is a good thing. It can help a person become perfect, and those shortcomings will gradually be eliminated." Woden tried to argue. He really didn't think of murdering Lin En or Amiste. Not to mention his strange enthusiasm for Lin En's gorgeousness, even if he was given a hundred courage, he would not dare to murder the nobles.

Murdering a noble is a serious crime. If a commoner in Albion has ill intentions towards a noble, the torture he will receive will definitely make people doubt why he came to this world.

‘Eliminate the shortcomings. ’

Lin En narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew what it meant to eliminate shortcomings. The defects caused by the mistakes of spiritual imprinting will infinitely magnify a person’s original defects and temporarily transfer them to himself from the spiritual perspective. The rubbing of the demon in this way is to maintain his own spirituality, that is, he lost himself in this behavior.

Speaking of which, Amiste and himself were also imprinted, but because they were both in a very safe environment, there was no change in their personalities.

That is, in the two days after the painting was taken back, both of them felt tired to varying degrees.

In fact, that was a sign.

"Can you control the people in the painting?" Lin En thought of a possibility.

"No, once the painting is successful, it is no longer controlled by the painter. It belongs to the whole world." Warden has the qualities of an artist. If he could understand that even if Brother Xun farted, it was a criticism of the old society, he would definitely take it as a criterion and a creed.

But Mr. Lin En does not need a creed. What he needs now is as much information as possible about the modeling of monsters.

"In addition, the painting is generally not too far or too close to the object. If it is too far, it will show traces, and if it is too close, it will not be able to take shape." Warden added.

This suddenly made Lin En's mind flash!

The first time I left the camp, the time seemed to coincide with Leonardo's incident. Leonardo also pointed out that when the lights went out, it seemed that the village girl did it herself, and her expression was very ferocious. If it wasn't her own doing, but someone else had pushed the boat... Lin En frowned at this time, realizing that something was wrong. If I left the camp, something might happen.

Still owe 25 chapters~