Chapter 14 The Imprisoned Light

"another world?"

Annan suddenly became a little interested: "Tell me in detail?"

Nigel substituted tea for wine and took a sip.

Then he sighed and told Annan about the trip from the beginning:

"In the beginning, I received a letter from a friend a long time ago. He helped me a lot when I just returned to the painting world... He is a wizard and a well-known artist in the industry. A student of the legendary 'Eye of Lag Time'.

"When I first returned to the painting world, I was very lacking in popularity. I had a considerable degree of confidence in my paintings at that time - after all, they were paintings that Javon rated as 'not bad'.

"But that's the level of 'okay' after all, not 'very good' or 'good'. I'm not thick-skinned yet, if Jawon says a little nice word, I can use the name of Jawon to go out and publicize degree.

"If it is not famous, it can't be sold at a price that matches it. The people who can buy paintings are only nobles in the countryside who know a little bit about art. I have to sell some paintings and save enough money before I can start a business. gallery.

"Only in this way can the reputation really spread out - I'm ready for the first two years of returning to the art world without being famous. Until I save enough money to open a gallery and invite critics from the industry to come... Or in gatherings of nobles, people with knowledge can see these paintings drawn by me."

I'm all about being famous like that.

Painter Nigel said so.

In this plain and humble words, there is actually hidden absolute confidence in himself.

Although it is said that "I dare not use the name of Javon to publicize", Nigel himself knows the actual level of this painting. He believes that as long as someone who really understands art sees this painting in the homes of other nobles, he will definitely realize what level of painter he is.

As long as there is a nobleman willing to sponsor him. With his strength, he can easily soar into the sky.

"But at this moment, I met him...a traveling wizard from the Howling White Tower. He was full of praise for my paintings, and offered to raise the price to three times what I asked for, and bought the paintings back .

"In less than two months, an aristocrat from the royal capital came to my hometown from thousands of miles, wanting to buy my paintings with a lot of money. Only then did I know what he had done for me."

"What's the name of your friend...?"

Annan asked.

"Raffaello Santi. That's his name."

Nigel quickly replied: "He is about ten years older than me. But unlike me, he was born in an artistic family since he was a child. His parents are believers of Stone Father and Paper Girl... His My father is a well-known architect in the United Kingdom, and my mother is Noah's painter-his mother's works were among the paintings I imitated when I was a teenager when I was teaching myself how to draw.

"But when he was very young, he was sent to Winter to learn witchcraft. Because his father told him, 'There is a limit to the technique of carving-human energy and physical strength, the texture of stone, will affect The finished product. A truly perfect sculpture, only a master of the spells of the School of Idol and Shaping can make it.'

"So he went to the Howling White Tower to concentrate on learning spells. And in his thirties, he became a silver-ranked great wizard, graduated successfully...and began to concentrate on studying art."

Nigel sighed earnestly: "I really envy him and appreciate him. For me, he is one of the few friends I really want to date. So even after I became famous , Even when he was far more famous than Rafaelo, I often wrote to him.

"Although my mother is a ceremonialist, I don't know any ceremonies. My painting experience constantly reminds me that I don't have that talent, and I can make a name for myself in different fields like those geniuses.

"I can only work hard. The art of this era is constantly developing, and I don't even need to regress... just stop, and soon I will be left behind by people.

"Because this is the experience I finally realized after twenty years of retreating and studying a craft wholeheartedly. If it is those talented people, it may only take fifteen or even ten years—if they still have enough Money and the time left to work may surpass me in only five or six years.

"I don't have the energy to delve into other things. And with my talent, it's not enough to master the skills of a ceremonial master with a short period of study..."

If you don't have a sufficient level, then you are just asking yourself to be humiliated.

Nigel's self-esteem as an outstanding painter and his calm and rational judgment made him not intend to contact the profession of ritual master at all.

It is precisely because he clearly knows that ceremonial masters are more eager for talent and accumulation than painters, so he will not expand to such a degree of cross-border.

"So, we have always used letters to communicate. I don't know where he traveled again, so I can only send the letter to a contact point of Lin Dong... that is the place he often returns to, and it can also be regarded as his s home.

"We can receive one or two letters from each other almost every year, but it is much more troublesome to meet each other. Because of this, he wrote me a letter... I hope I can go to the cold winter and help him draw Something 'couldn't be properly pictured at his level'.

"He promised me a high enough reward, including a cold winter villa. Because of this, I will choose to sell all my property in Noah at this time to pay off the debt owed to Zhi Ji debt."

Of course, his accumulation over the years has long been much greater than his debts back then. That is dozens of times, or even hundreds of times.

But what Nigel paid back was not the little living expenses he got when he sacrificed those unsold poor paintings to Zhi Ji... but the money used to maintain his "dream".

It is precisely because he owes Zhi Ji a lot that he gritted his teeth and persisted with tears in his eyes when he was criticized by Yaweng.

That was the initial light that he was able to walk on this path without giving up.

"I arrived at the agreed cold wind stronghold, and under the recommendation of Rafaelo, I met Earl Felix. He gave me a commission...that is to enter the bottom of the 'Furnace Mountain' through the secret passage, and describe the 'world' The wound' shape.

"—for a moment I thought he was trying to murder me."

Nigel said with lingering fear.

Anyone who travels thousands of miles to a foreign country, and then is told with a smile that he is going to be sent to the bottom of an active volcano... will have the feeling of "am I being fooled" and "am I going to die".

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"But when I descended to the bottom of the 'Furnace Mountain' along that deep well...I found a magnificent scene that I had never seen before."

Nigel murmured in a sleepy tone: "That's really [the wound of the world].

"I literally see the end of the world - where all color dies and all matter ceases to exist. With a single glance, it's easy to see 'outside the world'.

"That is all matter, a chaotic realm without fixed form constraints. Only with the intuition of 'beauty' can we barely distinguish their essence.

"It was... a living flame, and a light imprisoned. I lost my mind, and when I woke up, the painting was complete.

"That was the painting I was most proud of and could never reproduce. I felt that my heart and skill and everything else had been lost to that painting... I will never be able to paint that painting again in my life.

"As long as the canvas covering it is uncovered, other papers and fibers in the room will burn by themselves. All the mirrors will shine their fierce light at the same time, as if the light imprisoned in the depths of the mirror is about to escape."

Nigel glanced at Annan, and said incomprehensible words with certainty: "That's a 'light' very similar to the light on your body..."