The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

The power of example is enormous.

Since His Majesty the King stayed at Charles' residence for a few days, and soon after he left, he sent someone to deliver "a few wooden boxes filled with gold coins", the number of young people in the Adventurers Guild who came to sign up for jobs suddenly increased.

Not only young people, but even the big and small gangsters who stalk the streets on weekdays get some weapons and go to the Adventurer's Guild to sign up in twos and threes.

It's just that these young people who are looking forward to a better life in the future have a bad start, because the Adventurer's Guild announced that it will not accept new people for a month, and it may be postponed after the expiration.

Everyone already knows the reason. The Adventurers Guild is going to reform. Only after studying in a school affiliated to the guild for at least one year and passing the exam can they become a white porcelain adventurer.

This policy has the full support of those old birds. First, they will have a guaranteed retirement life. Second, everyone is not willing to hear the news that such a cute new adventurer has never returned.

Those young people who relied on their passion to become adventurers were drenched in a basin of cold water and could only go back and forth, reducing the loss of labor in other industries.

The young people who were really determined to become adventurers began to ask around when the school opened, what the registration requirements were, and how much the tuition cost.

As for those gangsters, they were all taken away by soldiers.

In the courtroom, a gangster is being tried by a judge appointed by the lord.

"The defendant stole an egg from the left neighbor on the x month x day of the same year, stole a piece of bread from the right house on the x month x day of the same year, took an apple from the fruit stand on the x month x day of the same year and left without paying... Well...you can plead guilty."

In the past, this little gangster used to steal eggs and fruits from time to time. The victim saw that the loss was not big, and he was worried about retribution, so he could only swallow his anger.

The total value of the things he stole in the past few years is not very large, and the money he wants to lose can still be obtained through gritted teeth.

The judge began to calculate the sentence: "Stealing an egg is sentenced to three years, stealing a fruit is sentenced to three years, and stealing bread is sentenced to three years... The cumulative sentence is sixty-three years, and the whole number is seventy years."

The little gangster was paralyzed on the spot and even urinated on his pants.

At this time, the judge asked him, if you want to participate in reform through labor, you can be released without making mistakes in three to five years.

After decades of imprisonment and several years of reform through labor, almost all the gangsters chose the latter, and then under the guard of the soldiers, they were led by the workers who had built walls for Charles' gardens to build rammed earth walls for each village.

For a while, the security in the town improved, the peasants in the village had hope for safety, the lord's reputation kept rising, and everyone stopped talking about the lord's wife and Charles's infinite connection under the moon.

"It's so boring!" The supervisor sister said regretfully, "I haven't had any jokes from you recently."

Charles rolled her eyes at her and said, "Why don't I use those jokes on you again."

The supervisor's sister hesitated for a second, "Forget it, smearing salt on your feet and letting you lick them will be scary."

Charles couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gave her a brain break, "You came up with this yourself, do you think I'm a sheep? Believe it or not, I'll tie you back and try it."

Then he went on to hang the next oil painting on the wall of the Adventurer's Guild Hall.

"Hehehehe..." The supervisor girl laughed and began to change the subject, "I didn't expect you to draw him, it's interesting now."

"That way you can tease your colleague when you're free," Charles asked, busy.

What he is hanging now is the oil painting of Brother Killing Liangzai.

There are two layers of goblin corpses on the floor of the cave in the painting. Brother Sha Liangzai is wearing that outdated equipment, and the dagger in his hand is swinging down toward the front.

Charles used a lot of sketching techniques in his paintings to depict people and objects in a realistic and delicate way. Brother Killing Pretty Boy and Goblin seemed to appear in front of the audience.

The whole picture of this oil painting is very dark. Even the brazier on the edge cannot bring a trace of light and warmth. Instead, it brings out the embarrassment and depression of the characters moving forward in the dark, which makes people's heart sink.

After watching for a while, the supervisor girl put one hand on her chest, and the other hand subconsciously reached out and grabbed Charles' arm tightly, as if seeking a sense of security, and her breathing became heavy.

"This painting makes my chest feel tight," she said. "I feel like crying."

Charles said: "Adventurers aren't always majestic in their lives."

It is different from the three oil paintings that have been hung on the wall before.

The first oil painting is of a young swordsman pulling his companion apprentice saint to the registration counter. The little girl was almost pulled down by him. The innocence, hope and tension of the two remind many people of their youth

The second and third oil paintings are respectively the majestic scenes of Brother Gun and Sister Witch, Epee Boy and Sister Paladin, two silver adventurer teams slaughtering the Quartet.

The picture of Brother Killing Pretty Boy shows the dangerous and hard side of adventurers.

Then he pressed a few nails into the wall and hung the next painting on it.

This painting shows a plain-looking adventurer standing alone on a bridge at dusk, his body was stained with blood, and the sword in his hand was broken, but his eyes looking forward were full of fearlessness and determination. Because the farmer was retreating behind him.

Charles's oil paintings follow a creative path that focuses on the real master, attaches great importance to the literary nature of the works, and pays special attention to the expression of the content and themes of the works. A painting is a story.

The story in the painting took place more than 30 years ago, when a group of cultists surrounded a village and captured all the villagers as sacrifices. At that time, an adventurer happened to pass by. He ignored the fatigue and the difference in strength, and used a surprise attack to meet the enemy. His own courage rescued the villagers, and was broken on a bridge.

This story has long been forgotten by people, but it was deeply imprinted in the mind of a little girl who was rescued by him at that time.

The little girl has now become an aunt. Some time ago, she and several aunts cooked for the construction workers at Charles' residence. During the period when Charles chatted with them, she told everyone the story.

"It turned out to be him." The president of the Adventurer's Guild came over to see how the oil painting was hanging, and listened to the story relayed by Charles, "At that time, I came to work here after my internship from the guild in the capital. I still remember that his identity card was damaged in the battle, but I only know that he is a bronze-level adventurer who is running around, and he doesn't know his name or hometown."

Charles got down from the ladder, took a few steps back and looked at the adventurer in the oil painting carefully for a while, and couldn't help sighing: "It is precisely because of an adventurer like him that the people's trust and support for us are supported."

"Yes." The president nodded in agreement, "Although there are inevitably some scum among the adventurers, everyone supports us."

Charles said to the president: "I have an idea~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I plan to walk around for a while, collect the stories of those adventurers, and then publish a set of books."

The president immediately agreed: "I can send you a letter and ask the unions in other places to assist you."

Charles thanked the chairman, and then took out the sixth oil painting from the wooden box.

The content of this oil painting is different. The story in the painting is a middle-aged adventurer sitting on a chair in a bright room, a pair of six or seven-year-old children sitting on his knees and listening to his bragging nervously. Bringing lunch to the table, Fei's wife seems to be attracted by his story, and is turning her head to look here, and the leather armor placed in the corner of the shadow shows that everything is probably not as simple as the bragging said.

What Charles didn't know was that his painting was the first of its kind to describe the family life of an adventurer.

Many people only realize after seeing this oil painting that they have ignored the seemingly invincible adventurers who, like themselves, have their own families and lives.