The Strongest Trainer

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It is still the quiet town in Italy where Sasha has lived for a long time. After Sasha left, there seemed to be no change in the town. The departure of a girl does have little impact on the town.

However, after Sasha left, it was a blow to Sasha's brother Aaron. He is missing his sister. I don’t know if it’s because of this kind of thought. Many times, he dreamed that his sister was falling in the pool of blood, or that there was a disaster, and the whole town turned into a sea of ​​blood.

A long nightmare made Aaron's spirit haggard. But he didn't tell anyone that he didn't want to worry about the nuns and other children in the orphan home. He just bear it silently.

Because of the help of Father John, Aaron successfully got some work to help others draw portraits. Unlike those high-tech worlds, there are no advanced camera tools like cameras in this terrestrial world. The only way for ordinary people to leave portraits is to ask the painter to help them draw them. A skilled painter is naturally very popular.

Following the introduction of Father John, Aaron first painted a portrait for a rich businessman. The merchant was a hoopless barrelmaker with no edging, and his appearance was narrow and his eyes were harsh. However, when Aaron painted for him, he helped him to retouch it a little bit, making the portraits more bold and heroic.

Such a portrait was praised by the employer, and Aaron was also rewarded by the old stabbing ghost who had been stingy. In addition to the original salary of the portrait, a tip of fifty lire. In Italy, the commonly used currency unit is the lira. Fifty lire, enough for the children of the orphan's house, the food cost for a few days. For Aaron, it is a considerable amount of wealth.

Because of the embarrassment of being trapped in life, Aaron, a pure child, also knew how to welcome this kind of thing. However, in fact, Quyifengying uses another meaning to explain the high emotional intelligence. Although Aaron is innocent, he is not stupid. On the contrary, he is very smart and has a high emotional intelligence.

With the recommendation of Father John, and the praise of the stingy hooper, Aaron became the hottest portrait master in the town in just two or three months. All kinds of people who wanted to entrust him to paint came one after another.

In the past, when there was no work to do, it suddenly turned into too much work for painting, and he was too late. But even so, for each portrait, Aaron finished it with the most serious and dedicated attitude.

In the closed attic, only the light of the skylight could shine in. Aaron sat alone, with a drawing board in front of him, and a brush in his hand. On the drawing board, he painted not portraits of any characters, but portraits of the Son and the Virgin, as he had painted before.

It's just, I don't know why, Aaron has never felt so heavy in his hand like today. Holding the paintbrush in his hand, Aaron's hand was shaking and he gasped hard. From his face, cold sweat hung down from time to time.

"Am I sick?" The thought flashed from Aaron's heart, "No, you must finish this picture. This picture is Father John..."

With such thoughts, Aaron supported. But even so, he was already swaying and seemed to fall down anytime, anywhere. He is too tired. After so many days of intense work, he was a bit tired.

Finally, when I didn't know how long it had lasted and my consciousness started to blur, Aaron's hand could not hold it anymore and fell off his hand. Then his body shook and collapsed.

"Wow!" As Aaron's body fell, his body fell heavily on the floor, and the movement in the attic also naturally alarmed everyone downstairs. Soon, with rapid footsteps, Tianma, a close friend of Aaron, and the nuns in the orphanage rushed up.

"Aaron...!" Tianma shouted loudly as he fell to the ground, gasping Aaron, who was already confused. But no matter how he shouted, Aaron could not answer him at all.

Tianma rushed up subconsciously and picked up Aaron. He stretched out his hand and put it on Aaron's forehead. The heat that passed into the palm of the young man's palm was hot.

"Fever! Aaron is sick!" Tianma said subconsciously, "You must take him to the doctor quickly!"

"Yes! Yes! Hurry up and take Aaron to Dr. Hotz!" the panicked nun said the same.

The nun's words fell, and she couldn't care about anything else. Tianma picked up Aaron, who was older than herself, and hurried down the stairs. Although he was not old, he was surprisingly struggling from an early age.

In the industry of iron making, it is impossible to have no strength, but Tianma relied on his brute force to make the blacksmith unbearable, so he accepted him as an apprentice.

After Tianma took Aaron down the stairs, the nuns and the children who came upstairs hurriedly followed. At this time, there was only one nun. She gave a subconscious glance at Aaron's paintings.

On the drawing board, the portrait of the Virgin and Child is reflected in her eyes, but unlike the kind and sacred gods created by Aaron in the past, the Virgin and Virgin in this painting are full of blood, they Falling in the pool of blood. And above them, there are eyes. A pair of deep and empty eyes, as if watching the beings, proclaiming death.

Looking at the eyes, the nun shivered subconsciously, and her whole soul seemed to tremble. At this time, in the nun's ear, a cold and ruthless woman's voice sounded, "Oh, did you see?"

Hearing this voice, the nun seemed to think of something terrifying. She shivered and turned back subconsciously, and the small attic around her had disappeared. Instead, it was a deep void. In the void, there is a twisted breath of death everywhere. In these death breath centers, there is a beautiful figure in a long black dress.

Her long black hair was scattered, and she had a fork representing death in her hand. On the beautiful face that suffocates the soul, there is a smile that seems to be ridiculous. It was a sneer from God. As Pandora's maid Pandora, she is also a god. ..

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