Vol 2 Chapter 2342: Art capital

Chapter 2342 Art Capital
A figure flew across the boundless night sky and stood on the thin cloud.
At his feet is a bustling city lights.
Even at a height of hundreds of meters, you can still vaguely smell the strings and fragrance below.
"The city of San Seme is worthy of being a famous art capital." The artistic atmosphere can be said to go straight to the sky.
The people above the sky lowered their heads and sighed, gazing around, and finally fixed on the only dark street in the city below.
The shadow swooped down, and finally fell silently in an unmanned and dark alley.
With the sound of footsteps, he walked out of the deep alley. There was a pile of burning dead wood at the intersection. Through the burning fire, he could clearly see the person's face.
Red-haired golden eyes, lazy and handsome.
It was Angel who used the transformation technique.
Angel looked around, it was a long street that had been scorched by fire.
There is a mess everywhere, not only the burnt dead wood at the intersection, but also the houses on both sides of the street have re-ignited fire spots, and various black remnants of broken, charcoal burned. Even in the air, there is a little sparkling Mars.
The pungent smell permeated the whole street.
A stone brick house on the left is relatively intact. From the street signs stained with black and gray, several words with burning marks can be seen: 1-34, West Lane, Baishu Street.
This is Cypress Street, adjacent to the palaces of the Silver Heron Royal Palace, which used to be an art gallery, but at this time it became a ruin.
Angel sighed undetectably and walked towards the fire not far away.
This fire just happened to be in the middle of the road, and when you looked closely, it was a pile of unburnt street wood.
Angel squatted down and reached out slowly, trying to perceive the burning flame through contact.
"Young man, don't you think about it!" With an eager voice, suddenly came from behind.
Angel shook the contaminated Mars in his hand, stood up, and turned to look.
I saw a fat middle-aged woman dressed in fireproof cloth, hurried over, and while running, let Angel leave the fire quickly.
"Young people, you must think about a good place, even if the house is burnt, everything can be repeated as long as there is nothing wrong." The middle-aged woman is obviously well-educated, although the ugly black fireproof cloth covers her clothing , But from her apparently designed hairstyle, it can be seen that she should come from a relatively wealthy family.
It was just the face under the beautiful curly hair, but at this time it was wearing black and gray, and it was supposed to be contaminated by the dust floating on the Cypress Street.
The middle-aged woman was stunned when she saw Angel's face. The young and handsome face, combined with the apparently expensive gentry suit, doesn't look like it's like a self-sufficiency because the house is burnt.
Moreover, his mouth sipped a polite smile, and it was a standard aristocratic dress, and it was really a bit different from the surrounding Martian ruins.
"You... let me think about it, did you have any beloved paintings burnt? So you can't think about it for a while?" The middle-aged woman seemed to think that this guess might be close to the real situation, and immediately said: "You were received by the guy from yesterday Affected, right? Alas, that young man is stupid. How can a painting be more important than human life? He has to rush into the fire and almost burn himself."
"Now the descendants are devilish. All are catching up with the trend and seeing art as life."
"Actually, this road is off course."
"Oh, why did you go awry?" It was Angel who was speaking. He originally thought that this middle-aged woman was kind, so he stayed and explained to her to avoid misunderstandings; It was Angel who got a little interested.
"You come first, and I will tell you again. This fire is unusual and weird. It won't even extinguish the water when you burn it. Don't get close to these fires."
"I think you misunderstood the lady. I didn't think of suicide. I just went around here." Angler bypassed the fire and stood where the flames could not burn.
"What can I switch around here?"
Angel smiled without a word.
When the middle-aged woman sees this, she knows that the other person is not willing to answer, just think about it. As long as it is not to seek death, nothing else.
"Even if you have to turn around, don't get close to these fires. And there is a re-ignition here from time to time. There is really something that is probably burnt out."
From her remarks, Angel probably understood that she made up a play again. I guess he was regarded as a leaker?
"Why did the lady come here in the middle of the night?" Angel asked.
"You ask me, I went to see the fish over Cypress Lake... I had to feed them every night before. I couldn't come because of the fire these two days. Now the fire is almost extinguished, so I think Look at it in the past." She didn't conceal her schedule, she explained the situation in a few words, and shook the leather pocket in her hand. There were heavy pieces of bread in it.
Cypress Lake. When Angel looked down, he remembered that the Cypress Lake was not far from the gate of Yinlu Palace. He was just about to go to the Yinlu royal family. He said, "I'm going to go there too. If the lady doesn't mind, why not? Would you like to hear what it means that the lady said the wrong way?"
"Good." The middle-aged woman smiled.
On the way to Cypress Lake, Angel also knew that the middle-aged woman was called Connelly. She used to be a resident of Cypress Street. She had a son, but her son was obsessed with art, and almost gave his life to art.
"I said that their path was deviated, in fact, it was also seen from my son."
"Why is my son obsessed with art, do you know?"
Angel speculated: "Because of love?"
Mrs. Connelly shook her head: "I also hope that he loves, but it is not. He does not love art in his heart. The reason why he is so obsessed with art is because of the influence of the environment."
Connelly sighed and looked at the night scene of the bustling city of St. Sam in the distance, and said softly: "The Central Empire is also called the country of art, and St. Sam’s city is the center of this country of art. Capital. The artistic atmosphere here is very strong. Almost most people have grown up in the ears of art since childhood, oil painting, music, drama, sculpture, architecture..."
Don't look at Connelly's wealth and worry-free life, but her background is actually not good. She used to be a peasant woman. She was in contact with the poor peasant class on weekdays. Her son naturally cannot pursue art. It was only later that after her son went to school, the students around him talked about art every day. In order to integrate them, her son began to study art.
As a mother, Connelly knew her son too well. She knew that her son didn't really like art in her heart, but she became crazy about art, but she was actually stunned. Under such a rich artistic atmosphere, she brainwashed herself.
Such an example is actually not a minority in the city of San Seme.
The result of art is naturally elegant, but the process of reaching art is inherently boring, how can everyone have such patience to love art. Environmental factors are compelling.
In a society of conformity, if you do not conform, it will be abandoned and rejected.
Connelly didn't care about it before, and she didn't pay attention to it until her son almost gave her precious life for art.
"In the beginning, Queen Rowling advocated the love of art because she experienced a bitter war, and it was bleak after the war. Most people were immersed in the pain of "lost". She hopes to use art to rekindle the hope of the people."
"She may not have imagined that the art of San Seme eventually changed. Art for art is not art."
Mrs. Connelly said that at this time, they happened to come to Cypress Lake.
The sparkling lake not far away looked cold and pleasant under the stars.
"Young man, I'm here. I used to feed the fish, but you have to remember, don't be near the fire, and don't learn my son's devotion to art, it's a fool's act."
Mrs. Connelly waved to Angel, carrying a bag of feed, and walked towards the lake.
Looking at Connelly's slightly bloated and unattractive back, Angell lowered his head and smiled lightly: Connelly, who was born of this peasant woman, lived more clearly than most people in the city.
Because of the existence of Connelly...
"So, I like humans."
Angel smiled and turned around, walking towards the palace of the Yinlu royal family.
Walking briefly with Connelly and listening to the values ​​of an ordinary person is just a trivial episode. However, this episode still occupies some of the weight of memory. If Angel wants to write a wizard travel in the future, when writing to the capital of art, she may record her story.
After throwing away this episode, Angel held out his left hand, slowly spreading his fists, and a little sparking star flew inside.
Mars lifted off into a small flame in front of Angel.
"Sure enough, there is a trace of special flame power." Angel: "Although it is very light, but still has the taste of Dangros."
Angel looked at the fire, and some thoughts flashed in his eyes. Although this is just a small Mars, the residual temperature is also very good. If it really burns, the temperature is estimated to be a little worse than Ke Luo Ke Luo.
And the special meaning in this flame is not confusing. It is quite pure and can be used to smelt many magic mines that require pure fire. Nothing more, Fritz will look at Dan Gross.
"I haven't seen Dangros release the flame with all his strength before. I didn't expect it to be quite good." Angel murmured with one hand and extinguished the floating flame directly.
Then, without stopping, he strode toward the palace.
He flew to St. Sam’s this time just to bring Dangros back. Dangros, at this time, was deep inside the Silver Heron Palace.
The guards and knights who guarded along the way seemed to not see Angel at all, and allowed Angel to enter a state of no one.
After passing through a group of palaces full of design sense, Angel came to a high wall.
He could perceive that Dan Gross was now somewhere in the high wall.
This gray high wall does not have a visible door. If you want to enter, you can only enter the magic to find a hidden passage, or fly directly.
Ordinary people obviously cannot.
Inside the high wall is actually the place where the Silver Heron Royal Wizard Group is located.
Angel did not choose to fly over, because he was standing in front of the hidden passage at the moment, and he could walk in without wasting energy.
When Angel's body touched the wall, the original flawless wall suddenly undulated ripples like water waves, engulfing Angel's figure.
By the time Angel reappeared, it was already in the wall.
And, right in front of him stood a middle-aged beautiful woman wearing a pale red wizard robe.
"Nya." Angler gently called out the name of the person.
"Master Pat." Neya bowed in a hurry. She sensed that strange energy had entered the wall and immediately flew over. She thought that an enemy had broken in. Unexpectedly, it was Angel.
"No need to be too cautious. I came here this time to prepare to take Dan Gross away." Angel said.
A trace of embarrassment flashed on Neya's face. When she returned, she learned that Drew had sent a letter to Frode and said that Dan Gross had burned Cypress Street. At that time she realized that Drew told Angel about this matter, and it was estimated that he was afraid of Dangros, hoping that Angel would quickly take Dangros, the little ancestor away.
Although Neya was also a little afraid of the flames produced by Dan Gross, she really used this hint to make Angel take away Dan Gross, and she felt dull.
And she also worried that she would offend Angel.
"Actually, Dan Gross has been very fulfilled here, and he is also studying the art of pottery recently. Adults may wish to let it stay for a while longer?" Niya said a little dryly.
Angel: "Forget it, I saw the situation on Cypress Street, it was extremely tragic."
Niya: "It doesn't matter, Cypress Street burns and burns. It can be rebuilt anyway, and no one is dead."
Angel: "I'm afraid it will continue to stay, no one is holding back, and will burn most of the city of St. Sam."
After a pause, Angel said: "Let's go, since you are here, then you will lead the way."
Neya sighed softly in her heart and nodded: "Adult please follow me."
Soon, Angel saw Dangros rolling on the ground in a ruby-covered backyard.
I saw Dan Gross closing his eyes, and his whole hand was turned over and over on the essence of ruby, with a look of enjoyment. Beside it, there is an old apprentice in a fiery red wizard's robe, sitting on a stone stool, looking at a handbook, and occasionally holding a red quill in the direction of Dan Gross , Some fiery red liquid spilled over.
Dan Gross did not shy away, letting these liquids soak on his skin, and then continued to roll on the gems, moaning while enjoying his mouth, just like the addict above.
This picture is really unsightly, and Niya can't hold her face, and can't help coughing twice.
"Cough."
The old apprentice, immersed in the hand, raised his head in doubt, and when he saw Neya and the man behind her, he stood up in a moment.
"Big, big... people." The old apprentice lowered his head, his voice trembling.
"He's Fritz?" Angel asked this because he saw a title from the old apprentice's hand that was boiling red blood.
The reason why Cypress Street was burnt was that Fritz had an accident when he wanted to refine a material that was boiling red blood.
Neya nodded: "Yes. Fritz was originally imprisoned by me, but Dan Gross came to plead in the morning, so I released him again, but ordered him to stay with Dan Gross."
(End of this chapter)