13 Minker Street

Chapter 688

"Whoa, Mr. Bader, look, what an amazing composition."

At this time, Piaget was lying on the balcony of a residential building outside the mansion, looking ahead through the railing.

His body was covered with a black leather blanket with a special pattern on it, which was regarded as a special sign of distinguishing friend from foe. Without this thing, it would be easy to be shot by the falcon knight above while lying here.

Mr. Bede next to Piaget was also treated in the same way. Both of them lay there, like "war correspondents".

Of course, this was specially arranged by Alfred, because he is very clear about the dedication of these two "artists" to art, and he understands that the lunatics of the Wall God Sect can really do anything;
For Alfred, no matter how perfect the plan was, if he sent away the young master's good friend and prospective husband-in-law, it would be a complete failure.

Mr. Bede asked, "Isn't this the picture you drew?"

"Really?" Piaget frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head firmly, "No, it's different."

"What's different?" Mr. Bede moved his body towards Piaget, "Look at the Karen in the sky, isn't it the image of the seraph in your painting, with the lava flowing below, the residual fire of the undead and The corpses in black robes and armor are exactly the same."

"No, it's not like that, I don't think so." Piaget said firmly.

"Oh?" Bede felt a little excited in his heart. He had a premonition that Piaget should realize something.

"Mr. Bede, it's true that I drew that painting, but it was only because I happened to have this picture in my mind at that time, and my hand suddenly had an inexplicable desire to express it to the painting." Come out, you told me too, don't fight that feeling, cherish it and hold on to it.

But in fact, the real designer of this painting is not me, I just did a copying job, if you didn't recognize it, I don't even know where I painted it.

I am not the real creator of this painting, that painting in front of me, no, in front of everyone, has no soul, you know? "

"Soul?" Mr. Bede pursed his lips that were white with excitement, "Soul, what is it?"

"Soul..." Piaget paused, and did not spend too much time thinking, but quickly answered, "For a painting, its soul should be able to make the viewer understand it. What exactly is the painting?"

"However, what some genres pursue is often to increase the difficulty of understanding for the audience. They think that only in this way can they distinguish the audience and thus improve the level of their works."

"I think this is a very stupid behavior. Really, Mr. Bede, it shouldn't be like this, and I don't want to draw such a picture in the future."

"But……"

"As his first imitator, I think I should have the best chance to understand it. If I can't deconstruct a work and gain self-understanding, I will burn it immediately after painting. "

"But, if you understand it, so what? Whether you understand it or not, it will still happen. You see, you have successfully completed a prophecy about the future. You should be happy and proud."

Piaget shook his head and said, "What if my prediction is only part of the future?"

Mr. Bader was silent.

"Mr. Bede, have you ever worried that the so-called mural prophecy may come to an end is wrong, ridiculous, and a false dream?"

"I do not have."

"I have."

"and then?"

"It's good to be interesting." Piaget changed from lying on his stomach to face up. "Some things are meaningless even if you lose the result, but there are also some things where the result is secondary. You just need to enjoy this." process."

Mr. Bede followed Piaget to make the same movement, and he is very pleased now.

"Mr. Bede, there is something that I have never told you."

"what's up?"

"I've been having a dream all this time."

"Dream about your wife?"

"No, no, I always dream that I walk into an artistic palace."

Hearing this, Mr. Bede's eyes widened immediately.

Piaget continued to describe: "I am overwhelmed by its sense of design. Every time I dream that I walk in, I can detect its new details. I know it has never changed in my dreams, but... ...Maybe it's because my dream can't fully carry it."

"You were inside, what did you see?"

"I saw a lot of murals, but they were burning, and I couldn't get close, so I couldn't see what was painted on them, but there was a mural on a huge wall in the deepest and most central place. It didn't Burning, I can appreciate it for a long time every time..."

"What kind of mural is it?"

"It's a person."

"Who? A god?"

"It's not a god, it's a person."

"Who is that?" Mr. Bede turned sideways and grabbed Piaget's hand with red eyes.

"I know that I have admired it carefully for a long time every time, but every time I wake up, I will forget the content in the painting. I only know that there is a person on the mural, a person I am very familiar with, otherwise you can't explain why I I will appreciate it for so long... You know, I am not very interested in those religious murals, and the images of those ancient gods can't excite me."

Mr. Bede's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he asked, "Why are you saying this now?"

"I……"

Piaget was silent.

"Are you touched?" Mr. Bede looked at the distant sky, "Is it touched by the scene in front of you, no, by that person?"

"I do not know."

"You don't have to hide it from me, Piaget. If Karen is really involved, he is my future son-in-law. How could I harm him?"

Piaget turned to look at him and said, "Compared with family and family, you love your beliefs more."

Mr. Bader's expression froze.

"However, you are right. At this moment, I have a similar feeling, hehe, it seems..."

Piaget stopped talking again.

Both were silent.

Mr. Bede was hurt and ashamed for a while because Piaget revealed the fake scars in his heart.

On the other hand, Piaget vaguely sensed a negative emotion. Along with his memory of that feeling, he vaguely noticed that the mural in the dream that he had forgotten didn't seem to depict anything worthy of joy...

Otherwise, I would not observe carefully for so long, and every time I wake up from that dream, I will find that the bedding has been soaked in cold sweat and my mouth is dry.

This is a manifestation of long-term anxiety and torture.

After a long time, when the Whip of Order team below began to enter the arena, Mr. Bede breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are right, I am a selfish person."

"Ah, Mr. Bede, I didn't mean to accuse you, please don't take it to your heart."

"If I really had my family in my heart, I wouldn't have expected to paint the picture of the manor being burned; if I was really for the good of my family, I shouldn't take you to wander, I should Stay at the estate, or stay with Karen, my son-in-law, and I should help with something so that my daughter can be happier.

But I didn't do that...

My heart has always rejected these emotions.

In addition, what you should not know is that Karen's delay in getting married was not because he was unwilling and eager to pursue freedom in love. He was really busy, and maybe he was also very dangerous and urgent, so he could only Put some things aside for now.

And I... actually don't want to see my daughter marry him. "

"Why, Mr. Bader?"

"Hehe..." Mr. Bede laughed.

In his mind, that afternoon, he was standing in the study on the third floor of a detached villa on Minke Street.

Behind the desk in front of him sat an old man dressed in priest's clothes. The old man put down the teacup in his hand and glanced at him.

Just this one glance made him almost unable to breathe.

At the same time, he, who has faith in his heart and is extremely noble and can even be said to be lacking in emotion, has a surge of joy in his heart, as if standing here, standing in front of this old man, is worth recalling and painting in his life Highlight screen.

"Your daughter is my chosen granddaughter-in-law."

This decision of the old man has been affecting until now, even his grandson will not violate disobedience.

But what really shocked him was the way the old man looked at him next.

This gaze seemed to have a penetrating power that pierced through his heart, and he could even vaguely feel a sense of sarcasm... No, to be precise, it was not sarcasm, but emotion.

This is for yourself, this is for your future.

I am a Wall God believer, and in the afternoon of that day, an old judge of the Order God... predicted with his eyes.

In addition, since Karen entered the Allen Manor, Bede had a feeling that Karen seemed to be able to release invisible chains, involving the people around him. .

Those who are willing to stand by his side and follow the direction he guides will be locked in further, and at the same time get blessings visible to the naked eye, while those who are unwilling will be strangled by these chains invisibly.

Part of the reason why he left the manor and chose to wander was because of Piaget, and the other part...was that he didn't dare to stay in that home.

He needs fresh air, and he wants freedom. In his paranoid artistic sensibility, the Allen Manor at this time has been covered with black chains, especially the remodeled performance hall at home!
He was even worried that one day Karen and his daughter would enter the palace of marriage, and he, as a father, would be chained around his neck because of his daughter, no matter whether he wanted to go back to that home or not.

It's a pity that Mr. Bede didn't share these unbelievable inner artistic expressions with Alfred, otherwise Alfred would definitely give out a sigh of admiration, and he deserves to be the person who was able to meet in Master Diss's study back then.

It's just that, after the admiration is over, Alfred will recount Mr. Bader's inner feelings in a more sunny, commendable, and sacred way of thinking.

Then what kind of chains and shackles are there, it is clearly... Holy Light!

There are so many people who are eager and looking forward to it but can't get it, how dare you avoid it!If it weren't for Miss Eunice's face, I would definitely define a crime of "blasphemy" against you.

Piaget asked: "So, Mr. Bader, are you afraid of Cullen?"

"I don't know, but I probably know what theme you described in the deepest mural you saw in the Temple of Dreams."

"What subject?"

"Our great wall god, Riliersa, is the last painting before being suppressed and fallen."

"This……"

"In other words, it was because our Wall God made that painting that she was suppressed by the God of Order."

"Is it the end?"

"The Light of Symmetra": The wall god Rililsa offended the great God of Order, and was judged as an evil god and suppressed.

It is clearly recorded in the mythological narratives of other god religions: Bi God drew the end of the God of Order at the end of the last era, that is, the period when the God of Order dominated, and was suppressed by the God of Order.

"There is only that painting, so..." Bede looked at the distant sky again, and the "Seraphim" had disappeared, "Is it his end?"

The grandson of Diss, a follower of Order, his own son-in-law, and the great Order...

"Did the mural predict the end of Karen? But, Karen is still so young, what I saw should be the paintings from the past, there was no Karen at that time..."

"You too, aren't the Wall God back then, aren't you?"

Piaget froze for a moment, then smiled, and he smiled brightly.

"If this is the case, then I will be more motivated to continue wandering with you, because I want to draw that painting. If it is the end, I will show it to Karen."

"I think that by the time you draw it, it may not be suitable for him to see it."

"No, he is my friend, Mr. Bede. The only love of my life is Linda, and the best friend of my life now is Karen. His urn was handed over to me.

She was a friend introduced to me by Linda, and I would do anything to help her if I could.

Okay, Mr. Bede, I think we can go now. Count the coupons in your wallet, enough for us to buy tickets for the teleportation circle. It’s better not to be too far away. hotel. "

"Ok."

The two got up almost at the same time. At this moment, a Whip of Order team just passed by below and found them, but after seeing the black blankets on them, they immediately turned their eyes back.

Piaget raised his hand and shouted: "Haha, a new journey is about to begin!"

……

"Look, here comes our hero!"

"Let's raise our glasses to the heroes of the last victory!"

"Dinas, put away your sickle, I even think you should give him the position of God of War, hahaha!"

"If he wants, I can give him my sickle, and I can even feel the affinity and yearning for him from this sickle."

"Order, what do you want, hurry up and nod to Dinas, and take his scythe, hahaha!"

"Yes, answer him!"

"I want to see Dinas cry, I want to see our god of war cry, haha, I can't wait!"

In the Great Hall of the Gods, the main gods sit on the highest floor, and the lower part is the seat of the gods. Here, the seats are clearly defined.

When a group of gods gathered here to hold a banquet, miracles appeared in the sky above due to the traction of their laws.

The wind and rain stagnate here, thunder and fire intertwine here, the sun and the moon are together at this time... the light shines on everything below.

The God of Light camp has just won a victory, successfully reversing the previous decline when facing the Eternal camp.

The God of Order walked into the banquet hall, his figure was stern, and when he appeared here, he seemed a bit out of place with the environment here for a moment.

The moon god Artemis took the initiative to leave her seat, wanting to welcome this newly rising god. When she spoke, it was like the moon whispering softly in your ear:

"Order, the great light has sent down the decree of the gods. From today onwards, you will be able to sit here. Congratulations, you have become the main god recognized by us!"

All the gods sitting below showed envious eyes on their faces.

The position of the main god is not only a symbol of strength, but also a kind of recognition.

At the same time, it also means that starting today, he will have more privileges in this world!
If he wants to establish his own religion, then his religion can also obtain the basic disk of the missionary area, without having to struggle slowly through the cracks.

The hand of the moon god Artemis wanted to wrap around Order's arm, but Order just looked up at the empty main seat under the scorching sun above. The God of Light did not attend the celebration banquet.

Immediately, Order turned around, ignored the offer from the Moon God, and walked down step by step.

He came to the banquet, and now he is leaving.

The originally noisy and bustling hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone subconsciously looked at the back of Order leaving.

"It seems that our newly promoted Lord God is not easy to get along with, hehe, come, let's celebrate ours!"

The God of Reincarnation raised his wine glass, and the atmosphere of the banquet was once again ignited.

The God of War reached out and touched the [Scythe of War] beside him, and laughed at himself: "Hehe, look, people don't even bother to look at you."

[Scythe of War] was very angry and started to swing back and forth.

"Okay, don't lose your temper, go up and hack him yourself if you have the ability, haha."

The moon god Artemis put a finger into his mouth and sucked it, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's very interesting."

The God of Order walked down the steps and passed the positions of the gods below. The gods on both sides bowed their heads to him to show their respect for the new Lord God.

Going further down is the performance venue. The Queen of the Dragon Clan is performing a wonderful dance, adding beauty to the banquet. She is the mother of the Dragon Clan, but here, it can only be defined as the dragon's nature. dancing girl.

A young dragon crawled in a corner, looking coldly at the center of the dance floor, its eyes filled with resentment.

But when the mother of the dragon clan danced to face him, her gaze was slightly fixed, forcing it to close its eyes to cover her disrespectful gaze.

On the periphery, there are many waiters coming and going, offering the most precious wine and the most exquisite food to the great gods.

A consciousness swept towards the God of Order, and was immediately triggered backlash. Among the painters who were painting today's scene, a young girl uttered a scream, threw herself on the easel, and knelt down.

She just dared to take the initiative to use her consciousness to investigate the great new Lord God.

The God of Order stopped and looked at her.

"I'm guilty, Lord God." The woman confessed.

The God of Order's eyes fell on the picture scroll on the ground, in which his silhouette had already appeared.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Ruiliersa, and I am a painter who copies for the gods."

On both sides, the painters of other ethnic groups all knelt down and pleaded guilty for one of them who dared to blaspheme the main god.

"You want to draw me?"

"Yes, Lord God." The girl summoned up her courage, raised her head, and looked at the God of Order, "I want to draw you, because I think you are very special here."

"Then you can draw."

All the people around breathed a sigh of relief because of this sentence, it seems that the main god is not angry.

The girl smiled, hugged the drawing paper tightly, and asked expectantly:
"Great Lord God, if one day I draw you, can I present the scroll to you...send...to you!"

The God of Order didn't look back, but his voice passed over:

"can."

The girl shouted at the dissipated stalwart figure:
"Please rest assured, I will never let you down, I will definitely draw a picture scroll that will satisfy you!"

(End of this chapter)