"Hey, is this a good idea?
When Antoni got out of the atelier where he was caged, the young lady Beliessa was there.
I guess he was waiting for me to come out of the atelier. Maybe he even heard about it in conversation along the way.
Is this a good thing that I asked Antoni to paint Fauvism?
"This is the Countess.... Yep. 'Cause that's what the Count wants."
"You shouldn't worry about your dad's intentions. Toshiki, you were talking to my dad earlier, so I thought you were talking about Antoni."
A somewhat superior complexion Beliessa.
She's right, I discussed the future of Antoni with the Count.
It is not possible to grasp the detailed form.
Well, then let me paint a recent epidemic of Fauvism. If there was one, I could draw it. My daughter is eager for Antoni's work, and most importantly, Antoni will want to do the art again.
That's what Count Albert wanted from me as we drank tea together.
"What Antoni really wants to paint is a kind painting."
"Yes."
"Yet from now on, I'm willing to abandon that gentle painting and demand that you paint a beastly painting. Hey, I'm gonna ask my dad to take this story down, okay?
"Countess. I can't recommend that."
I grabbed my sleeve and said no to Beliessa, the courtier who asked me out.
"My name is also because Antoni has not replied yet. Besides, it would be a little disrespectful to Mr. Antoni. There will be a tender desire to paint, but maybe a willingness to try Fauvism's painting. For artists, the challenge is one of survival. Sometimes it's pathetic, sometimes it's pathetic."
"But Fauvism is a painting of the cause of Antoni's death."
"It's a good thing. They thought they stabbed him in the stomach. That wasn't stomach. It would be wonderful if you breathed a new life into Mr. Ninglo Antoni."
"Excellent?... No way"
"Either way, I'm sure. He said he didn't get stabbed. The artist Antoni is not finished yet."
I think this is the beginning. Because I have too big a handful to compete with in painting.
I intend to exhibit at the next exhibition, the Count said. I still have five months. I have enough time to paint.
"... mean things to say, the artist Antoni could be over"
"Yes."
"Because if you're not really done, you're supposed to let him paint the gentle, delicate paintings he wants to paint. … for the convenience of being around, I wonder if it just won't end the artist Antoni"
"It's a break, not an end. It's for a new beginning."
Turn your tongue while thinking it's a restful dialogue. I think the young lady Beliessa is no less sharp than our slave.
"Doesn't it seem like you've been flying around lately?
"Hello, Arioshung. I'm not an adventurer this time. Thank you for renting me a training center."
"I don't mind. First of all, Toshiki is an adventurer on paper."
Grab a bow and release one. Fly to a completely different place. On that basis, the form shall be modified one by one.
Arioshuong complimented me on my setup, saying that I am quite in the hall.
Lord, I wonder if you have a bow talent.
"No way. I'm just imitating what I see."
"Funny guy."
I was just working out a little bowing skills in the Adventurer Guild right now. Now I can keep up with nobles if they invite me to hunt eagles. Plus, the auxiliary effect of bowing skills has improved my vision, and I feel sharper reading the wind without my heart.
"Arioshung, may I have a word?"
"What?
"Arioshuong asked if you would do the origami art. I never thought you'd be very artistic."
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Speaking of which, Lord, I've recently managed to get rumored that I'm despising Beauty Madness."
"Ha ha, hey, that's a tough joke"
The position of putting up the bow collapses. No, I do, when it comes to being more likeable at an unprecedented rate of speed, but I'm not trying to cheer it off.
"No, I'd like to ask you a few questions about art."
"Hmm. What?
"Do you know any critics who know more about art?"
"I don't care if you ask me. There's someone you need to hear."
That was the attitude of asking Count Albert and Merchant Guild Chief Rothman Gold.
Apparently, you already foresee what this one wants to hear.
"You've already arranged it."
"I see. I wonder if you mean you've already turned your hand around.... if it's a handout for me, I guess it's Yakopo."
"Really? But Mr. Jacopo may not like these things."
"It's not as normal as writing a recommendation.... but the Lord is finally getting his hands dirty, too."
"No way. I don't think it's dirty. Just work around to make sure that what needs to be appreciated is appreciated."
Say "wow."
Arioshuong, with a deep grin, is a person who knows well that the world is not just beautiful. I'll send him a cocktail of delicious liquor later to thank him.
When I came back to the tent, the slaves looked at me with a strange look when I suddenly practiced painting.
"Lord, what the hell are you doing?
"Meena. I was just trying to improve my artistic skills."
"How is that again?
Meena asking with an unexpected look. "Because if you're selling Mr. Antoni in with clay craftsmanship, what it means to practice painting... oh, is that what you mean," he changed his complexion as he noticed something along the way.
Anyway, it was purposeful, and there were signs that I dared to let the three chicks or Hetty or something, but I would shut up. Meena simply pretends to lift things up about me and sometimes behaves like a lunatic. I could tell it was typical this time.
"Well, I'm supposed to paint. I need to deepen my painting to a certain extent."
"Do you paint the Lord!?
"To some extent."
I'm not lying. In the first place, I only painted oil once in my life. I've only painted with my college girlfriend once, and the painting broke up with her once before.
It doesn't matter.
I first rubbed a draft on a wooden board in order to get Kanvas around. Quickly made with black charcoal is Hetty's clear face.
"Oh, is that where you draw Hetty, not me!?
"Sort of. She would have painted it."
"Me! I'm here! I'll serve you now! Even nude desserts!
"What kind of service?"
I laughed bitterly at Meena and said, "See you next time. Actually, I chose Hetty for a reason," he hears and convinces. She roared slightly with a crease between her brows, "... draw it later instead, would you?" and he turned to me for help.
"Oh, you draw me. Glad to hear it."
"Oh. I just want to finish some stuff by the end of the day, so I'm gonna be late tonight, okay?
"... oh, I don't mind"
My far-fetched 'We need to talk this evening' message. Meena and Hetty seemed to have understood the meaning of the conversation correctly, and Meena was a little pretentious, but Hetty could see herself pushing me to death to understand how she was not too comfortable with Hetty.
A rough face was drawn on the wooden board. I admired Nell for peeking in from the side at some point but I don't think he's that good.
Now to Kanvas, the task is to take the outline of this motif as drafted. Kanvas, which already has a rugged base, returns a unique feeling when it comes to black charcoal.
"You're good."
"Your husband is a multiplayer."
Why do I feel like I've been nostalgic for doing it lately?