"Shh shh shh~" The brush slid gently over the canvas,
As Charles, seated in the port area, painted the rows of ships docked at the pier.
Cargo transportation to Hope Island had stopped, and all the produce of the agricultural regions was quickly accumulating in the warehouses, preparing for the arrival of the Divine Sect fleet.
"Colleague, who did you learn this style from? Why haven't I seen this kind on other islands?" An elderly voice came from behind him.
Charles turned around and saw the old man with a missing front tooth looking at him.
"It's you! You had me paint you and your wife before, I didn't realize you were an artist too?" the toothless old man said familiarly.
Looking at the old man in front of him, Charles recalled how he had once painted for him and Lily. He forced a smile. "I haven't really studied, I just paint casually."
