Chapter 66

The year is coming to an end.

In the last days of December, when the king was in the southeast, the shadow of the plague was gradually dispelled. While the city is being cleaned up, citizens, led by city officials, are nervously preparing for the festival.

It was in this atmosphere that grak, led by his attendants, went into the king's temporary residence.

Many years of wandering life made him extremely thin and emaciated, and these days, day and night, the painting is almost drained of all the energy of the artist who has nothing. If his eyes were not too bright, as if burning all his life, he would be almost the same as a corpse.

Originally, he was a student of an outstanding master of IKE painting school, but he questioned the theory of IKE painting which was regarded as a classic, so he was expelled by his teacher. Later, because of drunkenness, he accidentally said in the pub that "painting, as an art of expressing emotions and thoughts, should not be limited to religious themes", and was reported.

Will, the "art city" where he lived at that time, was very close to the city where the Holy See was located. If his friends hadn't ventured to remind him, he would not even have the chance to escape and would have been put on the rack of fire.

Graf had to go to the abyss channel in anonymity, and came to Legrand, who was less influential than other countries. He became an unknown wandering painter.

Today is his most adventurous operation.

The owner of the tavern thought that he was crazy - he was such an unknown painter that he wanted to ask the king to see his paintings!

Grak stayed in front of the king's house for several days.

There are too many people coming here to file a lawsuit. A wandering painter has no sense of existence. When the tavern owner tried to force him back, things took a turn for the better. General sheen, who came back from the inspection, saw his painting by coincidence. The noble knight general promised to mention it in front of the king.

That's what happened today.

Grucker's breathing was a little short, and he held the brush steadily, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

He has a wish that his new painting methods and ideas can be spread, which is impossible for him to leave the art capital.

But today, he feels that this is the only chance for him to realize his wish.

Can he

can the king of Legrand give him what he wants?

He didn't know.

The door of the king's study was in front of him, and the valet opened it with permission.

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The king looked at the painter standing in front of him.

It can be seen that he should have tried his best to clean up himself before he came, but the economic conditions made him unable to make too many changes. His coat was old, and his lace cuffs showed traces of paint that could not be washed off. His temperament reminded the king of his group of gentlemen from the madman Academy of Sciences.

Maybe genius always has its own neuroticism?

Following Mr. painter was the tavern owner who had been his assistant for a while.

"Take it easy, gentlemen." The king looked back. "You can say what you're coming for."

He said this to a large extent to the excited and nervous tavern owner who was about to faint, because the painter's more worrying thing was that he looked so tired that he might suddenly die at any time.

This has something to do with the king.

On the one hand, inspiration is pouring in, and painting is too selfless. On the other hand, the painter did not know how long the king would stay in kossia. He knew that once the king left kossia, it would be very difficult for him to meet the king. Adding the two together, he almost took his life to finish the painting quickly.

"I want to present a picture to you."

Said gruck, calming himself.

With permission, Mr. tavern helped the wandering painter present his paintings to the king.

In addition to the king, there was the housekeeper, Mr. Charles, and several other city officials. But when the painting stood up, almost everyone's eyes were attracted by the painting.

Unlike all the paintings we have seen before, there is no trace of religion in this painting.

Time suddenly turned back, and the great plague in December suddenly sprang out and spread out in front of people's eyes.

The dark atmosphere of the painting collides with the gorgeous light. Dark clouds are pressing the city of kosiya. On the streets of all sizes, countless patients groan in the shadows. People's memories of the disaster are awakened again, and those sorrows and deaths float in front of them.

But death and despair are not the theme of the painting.

The patients struggled from the shadows and raised their heads. The king's attendants stood in the street and handed out rose coins to the people. Crows fluttered on the tall building of the headquarters of the free chamber of Commerce. In the sky, in those thick clouds, bright light breaks through the clouds and spreads to the whole city.

The light fell on the faces of the patients who raised their heads, on the crows who were flying around, on the knights who were wearing armor Light and shadow, death and life, all the strong feelings with shuddering power from the picture surging out.This is a picture without God, but it teaches people to fear.

Municipal officials watched it with trembling eyes, wondering where their awe came from, and why a painting made people feel that there was some terrible power in the strokes?

They don't even understand what that power is.

The freezing silence made the tavern owner sweat down his forehead. On the one hand, he had a good relationship with grak, on the other hand, he thought the painting was really good, although he could not tell what was good about it. So I have a gambler's mind.

But now the silence can not help but let him have a strong suspicion.

"I've noticed that your painting is not created in the way of IKE school. Is it a newly developed skill of your own?"

In the silence, the king broke the silence.

Gruck was a little surprised by the sharpness of the king's eyes.

He replied, "yes, I didn't create with transparency."

Aikepai used to use transparent pigments to cover the upper layer of the canvas for painting. But this often needs to wait for each layer of painting to dry before the next layer of cover dyeing. This is the way that painters are used to painting nowadays, it can make the picture present a strong sense of realism.

When he was studying painting in will, grucker once tried to point out that this kind of painting method is not only difficult to blur and connect colors, but also easy to ossify the thinking of painting, which is not easy to express flexibly.

However, at that time, his suggestion was not recognized, but angered the tutor.

Painting is used to praise the gods, but it needs to be treated seriously. In the city of will, which is close to the Holy See, this kind of thought can be called treason. As a result, he was expelled from the IKE faction and later hunted for "heresy".

In the long wandering life of Legrand, grucker often faced the problem that he needed to draw a painting faster. In this process, he explored a painting method different from transparent painting.

The king and his city adopts this new direct painting method.

"I call it direct drawing." The skinny painter's eyes were bright and his tone was slightly excited when he talked about his hard work. "Apart from the fact that it can be completed quickly, what's more important is that it is conducive to expressing feelings, and painting is not just to depict those holy images! Ordinary people can also be described by the brush. "

The tavern owner almost fainted.

He just wanted to bet grak's mouth. How could this guy change his mind as soon as he mentioned his idea!

Just as the tavern owner was frightened and sweating, someone clapped gently.

It's the king.

He looked at the picture and clapped for it.

Then there was applause in the room, and everyone applauded for the painting.

"Mortals should be drawn by the pen, too. You are right, sir."

The king made his assessment.

The tension in grak's heart was finally completely relieved.

Joy overwhelmed him, and he couldn't help smiling.

Because of a belief, the fiancee left her and wandered in a strange country. The young genius of the art capital became a nobody who painted portraits for everyone.

More than ten years of suffering, more than ten years of wishful thinking, more than ten years of incomprehensibility In this applause, the past that has been ridiculed, despised and ignored has finally been rewarded. His beliefs, which were regarded as "unrealistic", were finally applauded.

He wanted to laugh and cry.

"Give our outstanding painter a place."

The king said to the housekeeper with a smile.

As soon as the housekeeper was about to carry out the king's order, he saw that the painter who had just made an impassioned speech fell forward without warning, and fell to the floor with a thump.

Everyone in the room was shocked by the accident.

The housekeeper rushed forward and turned over Mr. painter. He reached for a look, then looked up at the king in a tearful way: "he went to sleep."

As soon as the tight string was loosened, and after many days of high-intensity painting, this gentleman should have been lying down for a long time, and his will supported him to finish his idea in front of the king.

"All right."

The king looked helplessly at the painter who fell on the floor and fell asleep.

He didn't intend to blame grucker for his impolite behavior. He said to the housekeeper, "take our painter down to have a good rest. I'm afraid he will make people think that such a big rogram can't even afford a court painter."

These days, the tavern owner, who has a good relationship with grak, finally put down his heart.

The servants soon came in and helped up the poor painter who was sleeping in front of the king. The housekeeper understood the king's meaning and took him down.

The city official retired with the tavern owner, leaving only the king and his godfather in the room."William also likes to fund painters in distress."

Charles seemed to think of something and said to the king with a smile.

"I don't know what kind of artist I'm subsidizing." The king replied, "this is the light of literature and art I want."

Under the shadow of theocracy, the voice of mortals themselves, the light they try to find. In the king's opinion, this is even more than the assistance from hell.

The shackles are as heavy as a mountain, but someone will always burst out unyielding cry from the crack.