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Chapter 13 - Chapter 13 The peak of the painting

Chapter 13 The peak of the painting

Seria, who tried to follow Seraph, did not let her brother go with another woman. Seraph stared at Seria. "It's really urgent, so I can't take you with me. I'll bring you with me another time." Seria showed a sad expression like a child who had his snacks snatched away and gave them to someone else. Seria looked at Barrier, who didn't smile much, but it was the expression of a normal child who had to run errands. "Alright, it seems like it's important, so this is something that can be said. My brother is very capable. My brother can handle all the plans, so I can trust my brother." Seria proudly showed off Seraph and got on the carriage.

The carriage had already left before Seria could see through it, staring at Barrier without blinking. He thought it was a hawk waiting to protect his food. When Barrier saw the carriage disappear, he asked Seraph curiously. "Where are we going? "Seraph, go first. "Follow me and you'll know. " [Actually, I don't know anything about it, but I'll just follow along. What kind of crazy planner is this, Seraph? Does this kid already think that far? Don't even mention knowing, he doesn't even know anything about his own actions.] Barrier followed Seraph without any urgency. Time began to pass. The two of them arrived at a place. It was like a painting shop, with many paintings lined up in rows. Seraph looked at the painting shop with lines of luck floating out. [This shop? It's true that Barrier has luck related to pictures. I didn't expect that to happen.] Barrier asked curiously. "To the painting shop?" Barrier looked at the many paintings hung outside the shop to attract viewers. Seraph walked into the painting shop, followed by Barrier, as if he didn't even suspect Seraph of why he brought them here. Seraph walked into the shop with beautifully drawn pictures. At one point, there was an empty painting frame with no pictures in it. Some of them were kept like picture wrappers, making it impossible to see inside. There were many flower pictures and drawings with the word imagination. Seraph looked straight at a young woman wearing a white hat with a paintbrush stained with many colors. She looked like an old woman. Seraph walked to stand beside the young woman who was sitting and drawing with smudged colors all around. Seraph looked at the painting of the village of Gollen that the young woman was drawing. Barrier walked to stand behind Seraph and looked at the picture. Seraph secretly looked at the face of the young woman. It was an old woman about fifty years old. She had long green hair that reached her shoulders. Her body showed her old age. Her clothes were mixed colors that looked like they had been painted with a paintbrush. Her name was Sora, the owner of the painting shop. Two children were waiting for Sora to finish his painting without even greeting him that there was a customer in the shop. Seraph secretly looked to see if Barrier was interested in Sora who was drawing. [It seemed that he was really interested. The lucky thing from the black paintbrush was connected to this child. Maybe it was because this was this child's dream path. Just drawing. Maybe what I thought, I would tell this child to come here to see. No, maybe come here to be with this woman. The golden line connects from Barrier to the old woman who is painting. Or did he take over because the old woman was about to die? ]

Barrier stared intently without blinking, watching Sora's painting method intently, ignoring the surroundings. Sora had lost track of time by now. He put down his brush and looked at the two children who hadn't bothered him at all. "Then what's the matter? Do you two want to buy a painting? At your age, do you have the idea of wanting to decorate it with a painting? This shop sells paintings at high prices?" Sora wiped.The hand stained with paint stood up, looking at the two children with an expression of indifference. Seraph thought hard but his face remained indifferent. [Oh my gosh, what should I do? I didn't think about it at all, and that Choke just told me to come here. I don't know what else to do. I can't help it. I'll improvise first. When the rest is wrong, the line of luck will be a different color.]

Seraph opened his mouth, "Actually, there is a child who wants to ask to be your disciple. So can you please accept this girl as your disciple?" Seraph got to the point, not caring that we have to lay a carpet to walk by running away without making any preparations. Baria was like a girl who couldn't be caught up with. If he could catch up, he would have called that person from the future. Baria turned to look at Seraph and Sora's eyes were fixed on him. Even Sora was shocked that someone had asked to be his disciple. "Are you two serious?" Seraph nodded. "Yes, this child is someone who is passionate about drawing. I'll have a hard time letting this child's talent as an artist end. So can you do that?" „

Sora surveyed the barrier that was still standing still, but his heart was beating fast inside. Sora looked back at Seraph. "Seriously, kid? I haven't started recruiting students yet?"

"Seriously. So is there a way to prove the qualities of an artist? This kid might be able to create great paintings in the future? In my opinion, he's very old, making things difficult. If he takes this kid as his disciple, he might be able to continue your painting work. Or continue your shop. „ Seraph kept talking, leaving no room for Sora to say anything. [As expected, when he said what the Path of Fortune wanted, it would increase his luck by expanding its size. The barrier had the potential to have the talent of an artist, and even more so when he received a piece of white paper that was a level three magical item, it made more sense.]

Sora smiled. "Hahaha, this kid is quite interesting. You think I'm less skilled than this kid? Interesting, interesting. You're saying that I need someone to continue your work? Interesting, interesting. Imagination is important, just imagine it. The path will open up. Then please show me. The work that you think this child can surpass mine. Are you saying that this child's future work will someday reach the peak of the painting? Does that mean my current painting isn't the peak yet? „ Sora smiled fondly as Seraph said that his own work isn't the peak yet. Seraph nodded. "I don't know. But one thing I can see is, if the lady thinks her own painting can be at the peak of the painting, why did she choose to continue painting? Is it because you aren't satisfied? Painting is something that a painter will do throughout his life. But the lady doesn't have a painting that she thinks is at the peak, right? „ Seraph pointed to an empty picture frame. "There's no picture over there. „ The three of them looked at the spot where if they walked in, they would clearly see that there was no picture in the frame. Normally, they should put the painting that they were most proud of. That spot was where attention was drawn. As soon as they walked in, they would see the painting that the painter wanted to show off their proudest work.

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