"Wow, Mr. Bede, look, this is an amazing composition."

Piaget was currently lying on the balcony of a house outside the mansion, looking ahead through the railing.

He was covered with a black leather blanket with a special pattern on it, which was considered a special mark to identify ourselves and the enemy. Without this thing, lying here would easily be shot by the falcon knight above.

Mr. Bede next to Piaget received the same treatment. The two of them lay there, like "war reporters."

This was of course specially arranged by Alfred, because he knew very well the persistence of these two "artists" in art, and he also knew that the lunatics of the Wall God Sect could really do anything;

For Alfred, no matter how perfect the plan was, it would be a complete failure if the young master's best friend and future father-in-law were sent away together.

Mr. Bede asked: "Isn't this the painting you drew?"

"Really?" Piaget frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head firmly, "No, it's different."

"What's the difference?" Mr. Bede moved towards Piaget. "Look at Karen in the sky. Isn't it the image of the seraph in the painting? The lava flowing below, the remaining fire of the undead and the

The corpses wearing black divine robes and armor are exactly the same."

"No, that's not the case, I don't think so." Piaget said firmly.

"Oh?" Bede felt a little excited. He had a premonition that Piaget was about to realize something.

"Mr. Bede, it's true that I painted that painting, but just because I happened to have this picture in my mind at that time, my hands suddenly felt an indescribable desire to paint it.

Come out, you also told me not to resist that feeling, but to cherish it and hold it well.

But in fact, the real designer of this painting is not me. I just made a copy. If you hadn't recognized it, I wouldn't even know where I painted it.

I am not the real creator of this painting. That painting is soulless in front of me, no, in front of everyone, you know?"

"Soul?" Mr. Bede pursed his lips that were a little white due to excitement. "Soul, what is it?"

"Soul..." Piaget paused and did not spend too much time thinking, but quickly gave an answer, "For a painting, its soul should be able to allow the viewer to understand it.

What exactly is it painting?"

"However, what some genres pursue is to improve the difficulty of understanding for the audience. They believe that only in this way can they distinguish the audience and thereby improve the level of their works."

"I think this is a very stupid behavior. Really, Mr. Bede, it shouldn't be like this. I don't want to draw such a picture again in the future."

"But……"

"As his first copyist, I feel that I should have the best chance to understand it. If I cannot deconstruct a work and gain my own understanding, I will burn it immediately after painting it.

"

"But what can you do if you understand it? Whether you understand it or not, it will still happen. You see, you have successfully completed a prediction of the future. You should be happy and proud."

Piaget shook his head and said: "What if my prediction is just a part of the future?"

Mr. Bede was silent.

"Mr. Bede, have you ever worried that the so-called mural prophecy may turn out to be wrong, ridiculous, and a false dream?"

"I don't."

"I have."

"Then what?"

"As long as it's interesting." Piaget changed from lying down to facing up. "Some things are meaningless if you lose the result, even if you win the process, but for some things, the result is secondary. You just need to enjoy it.

process."

Mr. Bede followed Piaget and made the same action. He is now very happy.

"Mr. Bede, there is something I have never told you."

"What's up?"

"I have been dreaming about this for a while."

"Dream about your wife?"

"No, no, I always dream that I walk into an artistic palace."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Bede's eyes immediately opened wide.

Piaget continued to describe: "I am impressed by its sense of design. Every time I dream about walking in, I can detect new details about it. I know that it has never changed in my dreams, but...

…Maybe it’s because my dream can’t fully contain it.”

"What did you see inside?"

"I saw many murals, but they were all burning and I couldn't get close, so I couldn't see clearly what was painted on them. But on a huge wall at the deepest and most central location, there was a mural that didn't

Burning, I can appreciate it for a long time every time..."

"What is the content of the mural?"

"It's a person."

"Who is it? A god?"

"It's not a god, it's a person."

"Who is that?" Mr. Bede turned sideways and grasped Piaget's hand with red eyes.

"I know that I have carefully admired it for a long time every time, but every time I wake up, I will forget the content of the painting. I only know that there is a person on the mural, a person I am very familiar with, otherwise you can't explain why I

I will appreciate it for so long... You know, I am not very interested in those religious murals, and the images of those ancient gods cannot excite me."

Mr. Bede's eyes suddenly narrowed and asked: "Why are you saying this now?"

"I……"

Piaget was silent.

"Are you touched?" Mr. Bede looked at the sky in the distance, "Are you touched by the scene in front of you, no, by that person?"

"I have no idea."

"You don't have to hide it from me, Piaget. If Karen is really involved, he is my future son-in-law. How could I harm him?"

Piaget turned to look at him and said, "You love your faith more than your family."

Mr. Bede's expression froze.

"However, you are right. At this moment, I have a similar feeling, haha, it seems..."

Piaget stopped talking again.

Both of them were silent.

Mr. Bede was hurt and ashamed for a moment because Piaget revealed the disguised scar in his heart.

Piaget vaguely sensed a negative emotion. As he recalled that feeling, he vaguely noticed that the forgotten mural in the dream did not seem to depict anything worth being happy about...

Otherwise, I would not have observed it carefully for so long, and every time I woke up from that dream, I would have found that the bedding had been soaked in cold sweat, and my mouth would be dry at the same time.

This is a symptom of long-term anxiety.

After a long time, when the Whip of Order team began to enter, Mr. Bede breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are right, I am a selfish person."

"Ah, Mr. Bede, I don't mean to accuse you. Please don't take it seriously."

"If I really cared about my family in my heart, I wouldn't have expected to paint the picture of the manor being burned; if it was really for the good of my family, I shouldn't have taken you wandering, I should have

Stay in the manor, or stay with Karen, my son-in-law, I should go and help do something so that my daughter can be happier.

But I didn't do that...

My heart has always rejected these emotions.

In addition, what you probably don’t know is that Karen’s delay in getting married is not because he is unwilling to give up and is still eager to pursue some kind of freedom in love. He is really busy, and maybe he is also dangerous and urgent, so he can only

Let’s put some things on hold for now.

And I...actually don't want to see my daughter marry him."

"Why, Mr. Bede?"

"Haha..." Mr. Bede laughed.

In his mind, he remembered that afternoon, standing in the study on the third floor of a single-family villa on Mink Street.

Behind the desk in front of him, there was an old man wearing priest's clothes sitting. The old man put down the tea cup in his hand and glanced at him.

Just this look made him almost unable to breathe.

At the same time, he, who has faith in his heart and is extremely aloof, can even be said to be lacking in emotion, actually feels a surge of joy in his heart. It seems that being able to stand here, standing in front of this old man, is a moment in his life that is worth recalling and painting.

Highlight picture.

"Your daughter is my chosen granddaughter-in-law."

The old man's decision has been affecting him to this day. Even his grandson will not disobey him.

But what really shocked him was the way the old man looked at him next.

This gaze seemed to have a penetrating power, penetrating through his heart, and vaguely, he could even feel a sense of sarcasm... No, to be precise, it was not sarcasm, but emotion.

This is for yourself, and this is for your future.

As a believer of the Wall God Cult, in the afternoon of that day, I was predicted by the eyes of an old judge of the God of Order Cult...
To be continued...