This lord is very scientific

Chapter 329 Artist——Lin Ke (Last day, ask for a monthly pass!)

"To break through the fifteenth level, what is needed is to choose a good direction."

Lin Ke recited these words in his heart.

This is what Garose told Lin Ke after breaking through level [-].

This sentence is also the meaning of the Sleepless Emperor.

Orientation matters!
Miscellaneous is worse than fine, fine is not as good as special!
Legendary is okay, after all, no matter what law you choose, it doesn't matter much.

But like the gods, when the priesthood overlaps, they will be affected by each other.

And there is feedback!

If Legend wants to advance successfully, it needs a huge amount of feedback.

If you have no talent in thunder and lightning, but choose the law of thunder and lightning, then you will either change direction, or you can only die.

For example, Mr. Noble, you can't make an inch of progress for hundreds of thousands of years.

The same is true for Liguan Mobi, it takes hundreds of years to be promoted to one level.

In other words, just like Lin Ke and Lin Ke's followers, those who have reached more than ten levels in more than ten years can already be regarded as extraordinary talents.

After all, blood talent is not bad.

The direction Lin Ke is currently planning to choose for himself is mechanics, optics, heat, electricity and atomic physics.

This is one of the most powerful disciplines in the previous life, called physics.

Don't forget that Lin Ke has three bloodlines, and they are still at the Andrew level.

He now has a lot of professions in each bloodline, but it doesn't affect his promotion in the slightest.

"Knowledge" blood, except for [inventor].

He focused on [scholars], and created [mathematicians], [physicians], [biologists], [chemists], etc.

But in the end, Lin Ke wants to form a profession, that is 【Scientist】!
At the same time, in addition to these part-time jobs, there are also some small part-time jobs.

Such as [artist], [author], [composer] and so on.

But too much is always bad.

Now, Lin Ke is trying to integrate these part-time jobs, and finally create a job with [Author] as the core.

【artist】!
"Knowledge" blood, [scientists] and [artists]!
"Creating with stories and content, whether it's paintings, music or others, is inseparable from expression..." Lin Ke was thinking while painting, and the power of "painter" flowed slowly in his body.

What are past life novels called?
One-dimensional!

One-dimensional text expression can give birth to two-dimensional and three-dimensional works.

From text to pictures to moving pictures and sounds, they are all interconnected.

Lin Ke is now integrating the traits of the [author] with other traits.

At this time, in his soul space, the "little tree" belonging to the blood of "knowledge" is already more than ten meters high.

More than ten meters, it was considered two or three floors in the previous life.

On such a tall tree, many branches representing occupations grow wantonly, and the leaves are shining, each representing a certain characteristic or skill.

Each leaf will manifest a special vision.

For example, on the branch of [Scholar], there is a leaf like an ice sculpture, on which is the zero degree of skill, and the other gaseous leaf, which is like the wind, is the pressure.

In addition, there are overheating, refraction and focusing, etc., which are extremely conspicuous among the blades.

At this time, the other branches were fine, but the branches such as [Author] and [Painter] began to tremble to varying degrees.

The leaves on the top of the tree fell off one by one, and when they fell on the roots of the tree, they merged into it in an instant, and turned into a few phantom shadows wandering around on the branches.

"Art, expression, presentation, perspective...well, maybe heart and senses..."

Outside, Lin Ke's face was pale due to the disappearance of several professions, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Nasenge is the main plane, and many times when many people use professional power, their eyes will burst out with light.

Eyes are the windows of the soul.

When the eyes shine, it just proves that the blood vessels in the body have reached the limit efficiency, and the blood vessels in the soul space have also started to absorb elements.

Lin Ke was like this at this time, the light in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the paintbrush in his hand became faster and faster.

[Dancer], [Entertainer], [Clown]...

These occupations made him extremely flexible physically.

His body fluttered up and down in front of the drawing paper, as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

The one he is painting is called "Strong".

What is powerful?

When the boy Bai Guang in armor raised his sword and stabbed the Fire Demon King, was he weak or strong?
The real strength is to dare to raise the sword to the stronger one.

Those who only dare to fight with the weaker can only be regarded as cowards.

Lin Ke admired Bai Guang very much, so he accepted Bai Guang.

Such courage is fearlessness.

And as Lin Ke continued to paint without sleep for thirteen days, the whole picture has gradually taken shape.

A small, pale boy in armor plunged himself into a pool of violently burning lava.

The whole picture was painted with that kind of aggressive crimson red, only the boy's armor was shining white.

At the side, ten meters away from Lin Ke, the nobles of the clans representing Gula were watching.

"As expected of Earl Lin Ke, this painting seems to be more than just a painting. I seem to see countless words on the drawing paper forming an epic, praising the hero who went to the fire."

A human viscount praised.

The other person was eating milk berries and responded with a smile: "Yeah, I seem to have seen the whole process of the heroic epic, hey, look, the armored hero is moving!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, the others also spoke out.

"Move! Move!"

"Your eyes are blurred, that is one of Earl Linke's professions, the basic ability of [painter]."

"I seem to hear an extremely brave song, who is singing it?!"

The nobles of the human race exclaimed one by one.

Not far away, Garose thoughtfully stroked the two mustaches at the corners of his mouth.

"Hey! This is [Artist]!" Lika chewed a piece of sour milk cake, which was a snack she specially put in the space ring.

"Artist? Oh no, [artist]?" Lolita looked at Rika curiously.

"Yeah! This reminds me of a person, a very annoying person, who pinched my face since childhood, and got mixed up with that guy Misty." When it came to artists, Lika seemed to think of something bad.

"What is art?" Lolita didn't understand much. She lived in a place like Pink Street since she was a child, and she didn't touch many things afterwards.

"Art, art is... oh, anyway, it's just painting, reciting poems and other messy things." Lika waved her hand, a little hated these two words: "My father said that art can make people feel the impact. .”

"Shock?" Lolita frowned, "You mean my sledgehammer is also art?"

"Almost." Lika swallowed the last half of the milk cake, clapped her hands, and said, "By the way, Nix is ​​still helping 'Buck' train the medical team?"

"Yes." Lolita said helplessly, "I can't help it. I wanted me to train those recruit knights, so I was too lazy. Fortunately, Master Garose has enough followers."

"Haha, maybe they will be liberated in the future!"

At this time, Lin Ke laughed loudly.

Rika and Lolita looked over together.

Painting, done! !
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(End of this chapter)