The knight king of the otherworldly moon

I need it to be the closing embellishment of this conference."

"Yes!"

"As for the nobles with whom the list is concerned, according to the judgment of the laws of Britain, you are solely responsible for the matter.

What a hard day it has been these few days, Mr.

"It is my pleasure, King."

"Go down!"

After Argonaut stepped back, Lucifer got up and looked out the window.

Now this is the Royal Palace of France, the main body has not changed, but some simple decorations have been added.

You can use it in your own palace.

in spite of....

No matter how many times I watch it, it's a little bigger.

But considering the political significance of this place, the only one who can use it is...

It was originally just for observation, but found that an acquaintance in the distance was wandering in front of the palace.

Lucifer smiled and called someone.

The palace came to the gate.

At this time, A Rong was hesitantly walking from the left to the right, and then from the right to the left.

She looked very troubled.

In fact, if the guards hadn't seen A Rong and knew that she had a good relationship with Wang, they might have caught the girl suspicious.

Instead of selectively ignoring it as it is now.

At this time, a knight came to the gate and said to A Rong.

"Miss Katsushika, Wang invites you in."

"Huh! I...I see."

Under the leadership of the knight, A Rong came to the side hall where Lucifer was.

"Is the always optimistic Ah Rong also troubled by the situation of the game?"

After telling the others to retreat, Lucifer stood up and joked.

At this time, there were only the two of them left, and A Rong finally wasn't as nervous as before.

"I'm not a genius either. Of course, I will be troubled by the competition. This is the final that will affect my happiness in the second half of my life."

Aron replied with a smile.

"You said before that it doesn't matter if you win or lose."

"It's okay to win or lose.

But it's still weird to be raised by you.

I don't hate it.

You, if you are not the king, this is actually a good choice.

Speaking of which, why did you make that rule?

Paint within three days, and then vote centrally.

Don't you know it's too short a time for us?"

At first he seemed to be talking to himself, but as he spoke, Ah Rong's expression became a distressed look.

The rule set by Lucifer is that the exhibition has three days to paint, after which the critics will focus on reviewing, and select the important ones to enter the finals, and then the critics and other painters will evaluate the final champion.

So in theory, I can judge for myself.

Of course, it will definitely be demolished by others, that is...

"I know, that's why I didn't set a theme.

Let you do as you please.

For an artist, something made in three months is bound to be better than something made in three days.

isn't it?"

Lucifer's words made A Rong a little embarrassed.

"That's right.

but I......"

"No inspiration"

Looking at the girl in front of him, Lucifer immediately understood something.

For things like .. art, time doesn't quite solve the problem.

So three months and three days are almost the same for them.

"Yes! It's strange that I don't know what to draw until now. I didn't feel this way when I was alone before."

"When you are alone, you paint for yourself, asking for nothing, being calm, and doing whatever you want.

But now, when you paint for the championship, you have something to ask for, but your heart is not quiet, so the pen can't move with your heart."

A Rong was a little surprised by Lucifer's philosophical words.

"Hey! As a king, you actually know all about the Zen Buddhism in our hometown.

I see more and more similarities between us."

Saying that, A Rong couldn't help laughing.

"I already found out.

Let's go."

This time, Lucifer grabbed A Rong's hand directly and prepared to take her away.

"where to go"

A Rong said with some confusion.

"Aren't you uninspired?

Of course, to experience life.

It's me who left you uninspired, and this time, I want to be your inspiration."

"If it really becomes like this, I'm afraid I don't want to leave you."

"I just want this result."

"The king of knights plays tricks on little girls, and your name will cry.

I'm going to cry."

"I am me first, and then the king of knights."

After finishing speaking, Lucifer added a disguise and left here with A Rong.

no.460 give up

The white streets have begun to prosper, and compared with the initial deadness, you can already see the look of the revitalized.

At this moment, Lucifer was dragging A Rong around to find inspiration, but if inspiration was deliberately searched, it might not be found.

When people blindly believe in talent, they never think that it is because of the accumulation of knowledge in the past.

Along the way, they ran to many places, but unfortunately they didn't see anything that could be called inspiration.

Finally, they came to a square where they practiced music, hoping to find inspiration.

Beautiful music floated in the air, and they sat down.

The music in their ears made them feel like they were at a certain banquet for a while.

"Have you got a clue?"

Facing Lucifer's question, A Rong frowned and responded.

"Although I'm not a musician, I can clearly hear some noise.

Strange, it's totally different from what those guys played before."

"Because they're in the same cycle as you."

Saying that, Lucifer pulled her onto the bench.

"like me"

"It was supposed to be a piece of music played for oneself, and it should be released from the mind.

As a result, it is now more focused on the position of champions, so that the mind is bound, putting the cart before the horse."

Their music is played by the heart, and once it is contaminated with material pursuits, the heart is no longer pure.

Therefore, there will be noise in the unintentional tone.

For ordinary people, the difference cannot be heard, but if you play with your heart, the music will undoubtedly resonate more deeply.

Now the sound is just music.

"It's certainly easy to say that you didn't play.

If you don't want the championship, how can you win the championship?

They are okay, but I want to work for you for free."

A Rong whispered to Lucifer.

"That's why I said that you put the cart before the horse, ah, A Rong.

The correct order should be, you show the most beautiful yourself, use your own musical instruments or brushes to resonate with the audience, as to whether you can win the championship, it is the second.

Forcing yourself to create something you don't want to create will only make you disgusted."

Lucifer's words immediately aroused A Rong's rebuttal.

"But, don't think about the audience how to get their approval."

"But, A Rong, the original audience of the work is you, isn't it?

in spite of....

Be it novels, paintings, music, or some other art.

When the work was born, the original audience was the writer himself, how do you plan to impress other people with a work that is not satisfactory to you?”

Lucifer responded with a smile.

Whether it's music, painting, or even novels and movies.

The first person who appreciates the work is the author himself. If he is not satisfied with himself, how can he be sure that other people will be satisfied. "I only think about myself, I think I may not win."

"Yeah, very contradictory, isn't it.

If you just want to draw the picture in your heart, you don't need to care about the champion at all.

But once you think about the championship, you can't draw the picture in your heart."

"Talking to you like this now makes me feel alive.

Why do people like you want to be kings, obviously with your ability no matter what...

A painter or a musician, or whatever, you can do it well if you want."

Speaking of which, A Rong was a little strange.

She has been to many countries and met many kings.

Among some kings, Lucifer may be the king who is the least like a king.

But in a sense, because there is no desire for kingship, he has become the most special king.