After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

Those who were waiting for the results downstairs were suddenly told by officials that they could leave the palace, and each of them would receive a generous reward.

The result shocked the guests:

Who did the Marquis bring here that has such great power?

But they didn't have time to think too much. They just wanted to get the money quickly and leave this dangerous place.

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After the Marquis freed Alvi from the sleeping spell, he woke up and saw Xiberu observing him as if he was looking at a pretty pet.

Then the Marquis said something to the Emperor—

"After searching for a long time, I couldn't find out which country Alvi is from. So we can ensure that his paintings will not be obtained by people from other countries. The confidentiality is very good."

Siberu said something else, "That's good. We can't let the outside world know what I look like. It will be troublesome if I am drawn by [Simulation]."

Alvy was quite confused after hearing these words:

"I am the Simulacrum, why would Siberu be afraid of me drawing him?"

But since Siberu is wary of his identity as one of the "Seven Unquestionables", Alvy cannot let Siberu know that he is a [Simulation].

Of course, he was worrying too much.

The Marquis's eloquent mouth had been covering for him. In this way, Alvy easily got the opportunity to get close to Emperor Xiberu of Orenden.

That’s right, within two meters is considered close contact!

Alvy stood there stupidly, with nothing around him.

Not long ago, when the Marquis came to his house, he kicked him directly, then pinched his neck and cast a sleeping spell.

If he had known that he was here to paint for the client's father, he should have brought some tools...

Seeing Alvy's bewilderment, Siberu was not angry, but stared at Alvy with a happy face:

“It’s normal to be at a loss. He is indeed not an informant and does not belong to any country.

"it is good!"

Siberu slapped his hand on the backrest, and Elvi watched helplessly as the tyrant dug a hole in the backrest.

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He muttered to himself, "If this slap were to fall on me, I probably wouldn't be able to walk back."

"what?!"

Seeing that there was no one beside Elvi, Xibelu suddenly became furious and yelled at the servant guarding the door.

"You actually neglected a talented painter. Are you tired of living?"

"what..."

The four servants were trembling with fear. Based on Xiberu's character, they had guessed that the people brought by the Marquis would not be accepted by the Emperor.

Besides, it was so late, the emperor should rest, so he didn't prepare any painting tools.

If it were in the past, at this time, someone said that they had brought a painter to paint for the emperor, and then they prepared the tools, the emperor would definitely scold them, saying "They have no taste at all, kill them."

And now, Siberu is also scolding them for being "lacking any tact".

The four servants thought, "It's over. We won't survive the night."

At the same time, they were also thinking, "Why did a painter show up at this time? This guy is really the cause of our death today."

thump.

Unexpectedly, Alvy suddenly knelt in front of the emperor and whispered:

"It's my fault for coming to the palace so late at night and disturbing your Majesty's rest. If you want to punish me, punish me. There's no need to gouge out your Majesty's left and right arms.

"Killing them will only reduce the loyalty of your subordinates, which will be a loss to your majesty."

For the first time, shock appeared in Xiberu's blue eyes: You, a talented painter famous throughout the entire continent, kneel down in front of me. If I say this... won't I become the enemy of the entire continent?

"Get up, get up..."

The people present were even more confused by the tyrant's reaction - His Majesty actually forgave a painter?

This scene really makes me feel like...this life is not lived in vain.

After Elvi got up, Siberu looked at the four people who were shivering by the door.

He thought carefully about Alvy's plea, and also thought that these people had been serving him closely for such a long time, so it would be a good idea to keep some trustworthy people around for himself.

"Forget it, considering that you are first-time offenders, I have scared the VIP by doing this," Xibelu pouted and waved his hands at his men.

"What are you standing there for? Why don't you bring all the painting tools over here?"

"Ah, yes!"

His men quickly went to prepare the props.

...

Alvi couldn't explain why he was sitting in front of the tyrant Siberu and drawing. He was given a small drawing board and had to draw whatever the emperor pointed at.

Looking at the direction pointed by Siberu, Alvi needs potted plants, bedside tables, stairs, and even the emperor's bed...

bed?

The Marquis explained to Elvi through mouthing: This is His Majesty's "mock exam".

He wants to see how good Alvi's painting skills are. Only when he is satisfied can you formally accept the order to paint the emperor's portrait.

"oh oh..."

Alvy didn't quite understand the situation. He only knew that he was facing a rude client:

Just draw it.

The first painting is potted plants on the balcony.

The man took Alvy's finished work and tremblingly handed it to Siberu. Siberu snatched the drawing paper and took a look at it. A smile appeared on his unhappy face.

He used his subordinates' inner thoughts to express that "Your Majesty hasn't laughed like this for a long time."

"Okay, next one." Xiberu nodded.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

When Alvi looked confused, the maid who was handing him the props whispered to him, "Many painters were executed by Xiberu's order during the "mock exam."

He also added, "You are the first person this year to pass the 'exam' alive."

Alvy trembled even more.

......

Having passed all the "mock exams", Elvi finally qualified to paint the emperor's portrait.

Swish, swish, swish...

His right hand, with calloused fingertips, held a pencil and drafted fluently on the paper provided by the palace.

All drawing tools were provided by the royal family; even a drafting pencil could buy a clothing store.

To a busy painter, these tools are truly priceless.

The painter thought to himself:

"I can't afford these expensive painting tools even if I sell myself."

At this time, Elvi's right eye was glowing.

His complaints received a response from the heart:

"I advise you not to do this. My body is not that cheap."

Alvy didn't stop what he was doing and continued his inner conversation:

"From your tone, it seems like you stayed awake just to watch the show."

The voice replied, "So what?

"Hearing your frightened tone, you have also experienced Siberu's temper, right? He is the one who almost killed Melissa.

I really want to take back control of my body and rush over to punch him..."

Alvy didn't care:

"Didn't we agree that I'll be in control of the body for the time being? And beating him up like this? It's too easy for him!"

The voice was puzzled: "...Do you have a more powerful idea?"

Elvi: "Why else would I take this hard job?"

"You know the trump card skill of [Simulation]...

"The more realistic a person's paintings are, the harder it is to escape the cage of 'eternal life'!"

The voice was silent for a while, then said calmly: "Okay, then you kill him for me."

Alvy replied as he drew:

"That's what you said...

"Everett Edinburgh Portia. Another me."