Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Seeing the people in the room discussing how to quickly send the Dragon Gate soldiers back to Caledor, Davian felt that he had no chance to intervene. Just when he wanted to express his opinion, he saw the prince's fierce expression. His eyes shrank for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Davian, the most junior dragon prince present, naturally accepted this responsibility and walked over to open the door.

Adela leaned halfway in and said to the prince, "Your Highness, the Phoenix Palace invites the Dragon Palace to participate in an art exhibition. Should we send someone to participate?"

Imrik, who was thinking about countermeasures, said directly without thinking, "Go to Davian."

For a moment, Davian felt a question mark appear on his face, art exhibition? The only poet I know is Isis. The few murals and sculptures I have seen are in the Dragon Palace. If there is a weapons exhibition, I might say a few words. Just when I want to refuse, I hear the prince explain.

"One hundred tons of stone."

"I'm going to make sure that the bumpkins from other kingdoms know that their art is just vile stuff."

After finishing speaking, Davian quickly pushed Adela out. He could still tell the difference between a three-day art exhibition and a hundred tons of rocks. In addition, the expenses along the way were also reimbursed by the palace. How can I put it? You also have to spend it well.

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Arriving at the art exhibition, in the sunny open space, I looked at the men and women surrounding the paintings and sculptures. Their words were full of praise, or they used terms that Davian had never heard before to explain the style and characteristics of these things. , I feel like my head is getting big.

I could only follow the welcoming attendant to the Isis Palace in the center. This was built to commemorate the most artistic Phoenix King, and the interior was filled with various precious works of art.

Now is the time for a large group of princes and princesses to show their personal charms, and Davian's entrance has also slightly changed the eyes of the onlookers.

Asul is able to communicate information through subtle eyes and movements. After seeing Davian enter the scene, although his expression did not change, there was no concealment of contempt in the eyes communicating with each other.

How could those in Caledor, who only think about fighting, understand art? Even human monkeys have a stronger artistic sense than them.

Davian, who came here because of the prince's order, didn't understand, but he was shocked. What is this? A large pool of paint splashed on the cloth is the so-called art? The hollow relief looks very delicate, but it looks like it will break if touched casually, and it has no momentum at all.

In order to hide that he didn't understand these things at all, he walked alone to an exhibition area with few people, stared at a painting, and pretended to be thinking and appreciating.

The painting is composed of black and gray lines of varying degrees and several color areas, like a nine-square grid layout. The color areas of different sizes show their respective characteristics under the division of black and gray lines.

Looking at this painting that was completely inconsistent with Asul's realistic style, Davian nodded from time to time, expressing his unique views on this thing, but what he was thinking in his heart was, "What the hell is this? It uses black and gray lines." To divide different color areas, is it a color display?"

Others chuckled when they saw Davian appreciating the painting painted by the famous artist Saffrey. They had been discussing the painting for a long time, and they could only discuss that the great artist had arrived at a place. The unimaginable level may be the benchmark for Ulthuan's future. It's not that they don't understand, but that their level is too high.

Just as Davian stood there thinking for about ten minutes, a man who looked quite old came over. He was the designer of this exhibition area - Alfonso.

Standing next to Davian, he asked curiously, "Dragon Prince of Caledor, can you understand this painting?"

Davian, who was asked the question, was at an impasse. Is this a painting? Isn't it a color showcase?

And as a Caledonian, he couldn't just say he didn't understand, so what should he do...

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly thought of it, and said enigmatically, "Of course, the Caledonians' artistic talent is unparalleled."

Alfonso, who was standing next to him, was shocked. The artistic talent of the Caledonians? It would be more appropriate for you to go to blacksmithing. You thought Davian was just trying to be tough. When you wanted to shake your head and leave, you just listened to Davian's words.

"I think this painting, like music, has its own melody. Each color represents a rhythm, and these different gray lines serve as harmonious connections. The artist uses painting to express the sense of music."

Alfonso, who originally wanted to turn around and leave, immediately widened his eyes when he heard Davian's words. He looked very surprised and said in a somewhat unclear voice, "What, say it again."

Although he was a little dissatisfied with his tone, Davian repeated it again and added an additional sentence, "Art is connected, and painting can also show fluidity."

Who knew that this old man who looked a little old started to breathe quickly and grabbed Davian's arm, "You think so too? The so-called division of art is just because of the difference in materials and methods, but in essence they are all for Express beauty.”

Although he didn't understand what the old man said, Kavian still nodded. He didn't understand what this thing was at all. When he said these words, he thought of the singing he was most familiar with, so he followed the words of the unknown old man in front of him. .

"The so-called beauty should express the inner concept in a reasonable way. The essence is the same."

Alfonso stared at the young dragon prince in front of him and said something that made the people next to him stunned, "Boy, you are very talented, be my student!"

"In Caledor, your innate talent will only be buried. I will train you to be a greater artist than the Poet King."

What kind of person wants to be your student just by saying a few words? The Dragon Prince is really easy to bully. Just when Davian wanted to take away the hand held by the old man, he found that it was motionless, as if it was clamped by iron pliers. He continued to exert force, but it was still the same.

He knew that he had encountered a tough situation, and he saw that the people guarding the old man around him were not ordinary people. In order not to cause trouble to the prince, and more importantly, he did not want to dig out more rocks, so he could only bite the bullet and say it.

"Old sir, I think Caledo is quite good. Feeling the strong wind of the Dragon's Back Mountains every day, I feel that my soul has been sublimated."

But who knew that these words made Alfonso work harder and said excitedly, "You can even feel the beauty in unexpected natural things!"

Just when Davian wanted to shake his head to express his denial, Alfonso pulled him away. No matter how hard Davian resisted, it had no effect at all.

In the following time, Davian gritted his teeth and faced everyone's surprised gazes, admiring the incomprehensible works of art one by one, including what he saw when he first came in, which was similar to a pool of art. The paint is splashed on the painting, even the urinal in front of me.

Davian was lost in thought. What did this old man mean by asking me, a noble dragon prince, to look at a urinal?

But Alfonso didn't care what Davian thought at all, and said directly, "Boy, what do you think this thing represents?"

After thinking for a long time, Davian said hesitantly, with an uncertain tone, "I think this person must think that art is a subjective thing. There is no fixed standard. Everyone can appreciate their unique side. The key is not... It’s not about the form of expression, but the underlying idea.”

Who knew that one of Alfonso's eyes that had turned gray suddenly glowed with light, as if he had seen a rare treasure, "You are such a genius, you, my student, I'm going to make a decision!"