But there is no magic wave in the portrait, it is really just two oil paintings.
"Being able to freeze the brilliance of this moment...is really...a regrettable talent." Matthew murmured, his eyes full of unbearability.
In his opinion, the person who painted this painting had a talent that even wizards admired, but it was sad that this talent appeared in a fragile mortal.
"So, you came here today just to admire my two paintings?" The clear voice spoke again, teasing.
Matthew Cullen finally reacted.
The only person who can speak freely in this lounge is the owner of this room, his famous cousin, Friedman Black Cullen.
Matthew raised his head and glanced quickly.
Not far in front of him, in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window, there was a large maroon wooden table.
The desk is filled with thick magic books, various exquisite magic instruments, and an hourglass for timekeeping that is doing somersaults happily.
There was a thick armchair next to the table, and a tall figure was lying lazily on the armchair, swaying slightly. He held a book in his left hand, and from time to time his right hand reached into the fruit plate next to it to pick up a fruit.
At this moment, the owner of the house leaned forward, revealing platinum blond hair and a pair of light blue eyes.
These eyes happened to meet Matthew's gaze.
Matthew quickly lowered his head.
"It's a great honor to meet you, Sir Friedman." Matthew put a hand on his chest and saluted stiffly, his voice trembling due to nervousness: "On behalf of Count Angele Cullen and Lindsay O.
Countess Brian Cullen, greetings and good day."
Angelé Cullen is Matthew's father, and Countess Lindsay O'Brien Cullen is Matthew's mother.
For these rigid pure-blood vampire nobles, you can't expect anything else useful in their rigid minds other than these complicated etiquette.
Hearing the guests' greetings, the owner of the room reluctantly put down the book in his hand, stood up, and walked to Matthew.
"Father, I hope everything is well." The owner of the house, Sir Friedman, stood up, held Matthew's hand, and gave him a firm hug.
His tall body blocked the sunlight outside the window and cast a heavy shadow in this spacious living room: "Seeing you, I can't help but think of the scene of participating in the winter hunting in Badmington last year. Everything seems to have happened yesterday.
."
"Yes, Sir." Matthew didn't expect that he would get such a hug at all, and his face turned red with excitement - this is rare for vampires: "You were killed in Worcester Lodge
That demon fox left a deep impression on everyone."
"If you stay at the First University for a few years, I believe you can shock the eyes of more antiques in your family." Jazz said witty words that did not match his status, scratched his platinum hair with some annoyance, and complained.
: "Ah, these dull guys will not take the initiative to entertain guests when they come... They will have to be sent to the Alchemy Research Institute for modification later."
Matthew raised his head in surprise.
"Please forgive me, Cousin Karen, I don't want you to feel that I am rude before talking." Sir Friedman looked at his cousin apologetically: "The house is a bit small, and the servants are not professional enough...
"
"In a harsh place like First University, it is very difficult to find a spacious living room and a few well-educated servants...especially the living room, when you are under the strong restrictions of First University,
Very few people can use superb space magic skills."
"Besides, the school has too many rules and we are not allowed to bring our own servants, so we had to use these dolls to make it happen."
Matthew looked stunned and shook his head repeatedly, indicating that it didn't matter.
A servant brought a high-necked glass bottle and two burgundy glasses. The bottles contained a bright red viscous liquid.
Another servant brought a high-backed chair decorated with a coat of arms, took the coat from Matthew, and quietly left.
This chapter has been completed!