Master Tongtian

Early the next morning.

After finishing breakfast as usual, Rosen quickly rushed to the studio of Hound House.

Arriving at the end of the field, I found that everything was still the same.

Harrick was cleaning the table, Chapollet was washing the rice, but O'Lekeya was nowhere to be seen.

Rosen was a little surprised: "Uncle, didn't you rest at the Rose House?"

Xia Bolay waved to Rosen with a look of disgrace on his face: "Go, go, go, don't mention that lousy place to me."

This reaction was really strange. Rosen turned to look at the omniscient Uncle Harrick.

Harrick looked gloating: "He is useless."

Rosen was startled and asked, "Does this mean that this is useless, and that that is useless?"

"Which one else is useless?"

"But why? You weren't injured yesterday, right?"

'state! ’

Chabolai slapped the table hard, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

"I do not believe!"

"I must be too tired yesterday. I'll try again today."

With that said, he finished the bread in several bites and stormed out the door.

Rosen thought things were strange.

But looking at the uncle's lively appearance, it was probably not a serious illness, so he withdrew his attention.

After saying hello to Harrick, he quickly walked up to the studio on the third floor.

O'Lekeya said she would come today, but she was nowhere to be seen. Naturally, Rosen would not wait for her.

Uncle Harrick had considerately prepared a drawing board for him, put away the paints and tools he would use, and also wrote down the user's requirements on a piece of paper.

Nowadays, in the erotic painting world of Silver Moon Castle, Juese Gallery has become somewhat famous, and people are starting to come to ask for paintings.

When selling paintings, user needs naturally come first.

Open the note and read it carefully.

"I want to see a girl as pure, beautiful and weak as a newborn lamb being bullied wantonly by several strong, ugly and wild men to inspire compassion in my heart." ’

From some kind gentleman whose identity is concealed.

The minimum remuneration is 30 kronor, if the quality is good, additional remuneration will be added.

Rosen was speechless: "This gentleman is really kind."

So, is there such a thing in "My Harem"?

It’s a must, and there are quite a few of them, and the choices are very wide.

Considering that there are many moral gentlemen in the other world, they have not seen a wide range of the world, and their psychology is fragile and easily affected, Rosen chose a relatively implicit one from the material library.

After making the selection, as soon as the thought came to mind, multiple mage hands were activated together and began to draw quickly.

When he reached an eighty-nine-point mark, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, and he knew that O'Lekeya had arrived.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, I heard a joking voice suddenly coming from behind.

"Rosen, your imagination is really amazing. No wonder your visualization efficiency is so high."

It was Olekeya, standing one meter behind her. She heard the tone of his voice, and she was watching him paint.

Rosen was mentally prepared and was not surprised. The brush in his hand was not messy at all.

"I am an ethical painter. I provide whatever customers need and do it the best I can."

"Well, this scene is so real. It seems like you can even see the texture of the skin. You haven't seen it with your own eyes, have you?"

"It's all imagination."

"Well, your imagination is admirable."

After a pause, O'Lekeya smiled again: "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"I want to ask a lot, but you definitely won't answer me."

After a pause, Rosen suddenly thought of Xia Bolay, and his heart lit up: "Uncle, it's not you who made it useless, right?"

‘Keke~’

A mischievous laugh came from behind, telling Rosen that he was right.

He was a little worried: "Can you recover?"

"Of course it can, it's just a small spell called 'Sage's Heart'. After more than half a month, the effect will naturally fade away."

Rosen was relieved: "Having said that, uncle should really restrain himself."

There are many ways to indulge in self-degradation, so why focus on girls? It costs money and hurts your body.

After a while, the painting was completed, and Rosen named it "The Lamb in the Devil's Den."

The finished work is set aside to dry and replaced with a new canvas.

"Miss O'Lekeya, it's your turn and you'd better close the door."

‘clang’

The door closed and locked automatically, the curtains were drawn, and the room suddenly became very dark.

Rosen had an idea and used a constant light trick on the ceiling to illuminate the room.

O'Lekeya walked up to Rosen, turned around a few times, and asked with a smile: "So, what posture should I take?"

At this time, she was only wearing a thin skirt made of something like silk. The hem of the skirt covered about fifteen centimeters above her knees, revealing a pair of long legs that were as white as jade pillars.

On Earth, this kind of clothing is normal, but according to the moral concepts of this world, this is comparable to the debauchery of a prostitute.

It was estimated that the other party was only wearing a thin skirt, and Rosen couldn't help but have some wild thoughts.

Of course, business comes first.

"What posture and clothing you wear depends on what kind of charm you want to show."

"The prowess of the warrior, the freedom of the traveler, the mystery of the mage, the sanctity of the temple saint, etc., etc."

"That's it. Then what kind of charm do you think a transcendent should have?"

Rosen thought carefully: "Mysterious, indifferent, lonely, and powerful."

"Well, everything else is just an illusion, but loneliness is real."

Rosen understood something: "Then look in the mirror with a lonely face and admire your beautiful and flawless immortal body in solitude?"

"Mirror?"

"A large part of the composition of a painting is the skill of blending light and shadow. The mirror is the master of light and shadow, and it is also a prop with a naturally mysterious temperament."

"In addition, through the reflection of the mirror, in a painting, you can show your front and back,"

"Ah ha, you are indeed very professional, but there are few mirrors here, but it doesn't matter, I know some illusions."

She snapped her fingers, and a high-quality floor-length mirror appeared next to her, which looked exactly like the real thing.

"It's best to be in a well-decorated house, with the side showing off the dignity of the extraordinary."

"no problem."

With another snap of your fingers, the room becomes resplendent.

Finally, O'Lekeya looked at the thin skirt on her body and hesitated.

Rosen didn't push him, he just waited patiently.

After a few seconds, the skirt disappeared, and then she turned her back to Rosen and looked in the mirror.

She asked: "Is this okay?"

Rosen felt that the angle was wrong and he was missing a sense, so he asked, "Do you mind if I change the angle of observation?"

"Change it, but you'd better not let me feel any other intentions."

Rosen stood five meters away, observing from all angles, looking for the most interesting angle.

From time to time, he would use the light spell to change the light, and would also tell the opponent to adjust his posture.

When changing the angle, Rosen discovered something strange.

Through the golden light spots in his body, he seemed to be able to vaguely feel the power fluctuations in the other party's body.

Through fluctuations, you can vaguely sense the other party's emotions.

It seems to be a combination of shyness, excitement, and excitement, which is quite complicated.

About a quarter of an hour later, Rosen nodded: "Okay."

At this moment, in the splendid palace, a powerful and mysterious extraordinary woman was standing in front of an antique mirror, looking at her exquisite and flawless body with sad eyes.

In the intertwining of light and shadow, time seems to freeze, and the moment becomes eternity.

As a professional gentleman painter, and for the sake of his own safety, Rosen resolutely withdrew his gaze from the other person, returned to the canvas, and closed his eyes.

It looks like he is meditating, but he is actually comparing the pros and cons of each screenshot in his adventure log.

After a long time, he selected the most touching picture and started painting.

O'Lekeya had already resumed her costume as a female warrior with studded leather armor, and stood behind Rosen to watch him paint.

After watching for a while, she suddenly said: "I really want to know how you keep my power in your body."

The tone was calm, with some curiosity, but no blame.

It's normal to think about it. Rosen posed no threat to her at all, so naturally she wouldn't care.

Rosen thought about countermeasures last night and was mentally prepared.

"If you don't know, I have no way of knowing. My personal guess is that your medicine is not prepared properly."

"In addition, this power has no effect on me. I can only sense your approach from a certain distance."

O'Lekeya crossed her chest with one hand and supported her chin with the other, her face full of contemplation.

"The medicine is not mixed, okay? I don't rule out this possibility. After all, I am not a professional alchemist."

Rosen asked tentatively: "How about you take your power back?"

"If I could take it back, I wouldn't ask you. The power in your body is very strange. It looks like mine, but it doesn't look like it. It's probably a combination of your power and mine."

"What should we do?" Rosen just threw the question to the other party.

He is just an apprentice now and has limited knowledge and experience, so it is completely reasonable to do so.

O'Lekeya didn't think of a way. Thinking about it, it didn't seem to be a big deal, so she waved her hand.

"Forget it, it won't do any harm anyway, let's leave it at that."

Rosen breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face: "Miss O'Lekeya, this really scares me, for fear of being punished by you."

O'Lekeya chuckled: "You think that extraordinary people are too scary, too powerful, and far less scary."

At this time, the picture has begun to show its general outline, which can be vaguely seen and is painted very well.

O'Lekeya was very happy: "Well, it feels completely different from how I look in the mirror, and I do look much better than usual."

"For the sake of this painting, I will also give you some reward."

As she spoke, she put her hand into Rosen's clothes and stabbed his back with her nails a dozen times quickly.

Rosen felt a tingling sensation on his skin. He took a breath of cold air from the pain and almost distorted his drawing.

"Ms. O'Lekeya, you almost ruined this painting."

"Haha, sorry, sorry."

Then she began to explain: "I printed a sun seal on your back. It is an extraordinary spell created by my mother. It is very powerful and the effect can last for a year."

"Through this mark, you will be able to detect when an Apostle of Neverwinter approaches you."

"The stronger the power of the Apostle of Neverwinter, the stronger the vibration of the seal, and the stronger the perceived distance."

Rosen was shocked: "Are the Apostles of Neverwinter coming to take revenge on me?"

"The possibility is very small, because the King of Neverwinter is very cautious and must be very weak at the moment. He will never waste his power like this. This seal is just a precaution."

After a pause, he explained in detail how to use the seal.

"The power of the Apostles of Neverwinter may be strong or weak. With your current ability and the advantage of the polarity of your mana, you are enough to deal with most of the Apostles of Neverwinter."

"Let me give you a reference. If the opponent approaches within 200 meters, the seal will only vibrate, and then there is no threat to you. If you deal with it carefully, you can easily defeat it."

Rosen was very happy, but also a little worried: "Thank you very much for your kindness and generosity, but will the King of Neverwinter himself come to me?"

‘Haha~~’

O'Lekeya laughed: "Forgot, it's a tree, it doesn't mean you can't move it, it just makes a lot of noise when it moves. And the third golden rule is no joke."

Rosen was completely relieved: "Thank you very much, Ms. O'Lekeya."

Next, he concentrated on painting.

After about an hour, the painting was completed.

Rosen asked again: "How do you plan to take it away?"

O'Lekeya smiled: "This is simple."

Put your finger on the canvas, the golden light shimmers slightly, and the content of the canvas is completely fixed.

She rolled up the canvas and tied it to her belt.

"Now that I have money, I have had enough fun in Silver Moon Castle, and it's time to travel to other places."

"Goodbye, funny little guy, I hope you are still alive when we meet next time, instead of lying in some cold cemetery."

"That's really sad to say."

"I'm the one who should be sad."

"There are many interesting companions among mortals. Unfortunately, mortal life is as short as a bubble, so I dare not get close to them, lest I get heartbroken."

"Hey, no more talking, bye bye."

When he said the last few words, O'Lekeya's figure had disappeared from the room.

She left, and the splendid phantom also dissipated, just like the end of a beautiful dream.

Rosen stood there blankly, with a hint of melancholy on his face.

‘This is a beautiful scenery that I can’t reach right now, it’s a shame~’

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