As for art, this person was a good painter, and he had just mastered the art of whiteboard painting. Then he accepted a great artist who was suspected of being one of the three masters of the Renaissance in his hometown as his apprentice, and of course he squeezed him hard... No, it was
Train each other's painting ability.
Anyway, in this place where the entertainment industry is poor, if you don’t want to study magic and programming languages all day long, drawing is the only way for someone to relax. There is no way, there is no Internet, no TV, and no entertainment to death.
industry.
When I first came to Midland, because the most I came into contact with was the nobles of the southwest peninsula of Midland, the so-called wild land, their only entertainment was banquets, eating and drinking, and playing with women or men.
There are no paintings to be handed down from generation to generation, only the so-called portraits of some nobles. In someone's eyes, they are more miserable than children's graffiti. As for the music, at most it is just the drums and the music used to accompany the juggling.
A little trick used by bards to deceive children.
Someone once thought that the level of entertainment in Lost Land was just this level.
Only when he got close to the traditional cultural development circle of Midi, that is, the central area of the Midi continent, did someone realize that he was ignorant.
Although the proliferation of paintings is far less than before someone traveled through time, they were ubiquitous in the form of advertisements. However, the paintings in Midland are no longer just for religion, and have many more contents that the painter wants to paint, or the sponsor wants the painter to paint.
content, that is, works that are only for appreciation and expression. There are even erotic paintings...
Music is not just about banging bowls and tables and roaring. There are strings and wind instruments that match each other, although they are only used for nobles or religious ceremonies. And then there are many bel canto singings with soaring high notes...
Speaking of which, although they are two different worlds, the development paths for pictures and music are very similar.
In short, the paintings hanging on the walls of my house are not only painted by myself, but also painted by Leonardo, and there are also graffiti by several apprentices, and even Ezio's group of gangsters. In addition, there are also paintings by Fen's apprentices,
As a noble, the Marquis de Balan commissioned paintings to be painted by famous artists from all over the world.
These paintings are arranged on every wall of the home according to Fen's mood. Some will be fixed, and some will be replaced depending on the mood. Anyway, the number of paintings collected in the home has been accumulated to the point where you can pick and choose.
Someone just leaves it up to the hostess to decorate the house. Arguing with a woman about how to decorate the house always feels like courting death.
Every time the blind maid of Yggdrasil, the world tree, comes to visit, she always likes to stand in front of these paintings and 'admire' them. Although Lin can't figure out what she can see. She has always had this doubt.
Someone finally wanted to ask today. He first called from behind: "Miriam."
"Good day, Your Majesty the Magician." The blade maid turned sideways and said respectfully. She didn't look like she was shocked. Lin also knew that his whereabouts had long been in this lady's attention.
.On the one hand, he himself didn’t hide it deliberately.
"I've always wanted to ask you, can you see anything when you look like this? I don't mean anything in particular, it's just your eyes, you know. Or the cloth on your face can help you see things
?”
"Sir, the cloth tied around my face is just to prevent my eyes from being hurt again. I can't rely on it to see the blue sky and white clouds in my memory."
"Oh, you could see things originally, but you couldn't see them later. Was it because you were sick? Or injured?" Lin asked.
"It was fate. At a certain period when I was young, my vision became more and more blurred, and finally it was just black and I couldn't see anything. But I got a different world."
"Well, you haven't tried to see a doctor?" someone asked with very common sense.
Regardless of the "arrangement of fate" and so on, "doctor" is not a separate profession in the current Mysterious Land. In many cases, it is part-time job with other professions, and it only serves nobles or powerful people.
If ordinary people get sick, they either try to deal with it on their own or go to those witch doctors who are nagging at you. Of course, you can also go to the life priests of the Church of Three Holy Lights. They can even resurrect the dead, so basically there is no cure.
A good disease. But there are always some unbearable costs, such as a lot of money.
But it was obvious that the elf in front of her did not receive such treatment. In other words, no one, including herself, realized that her vision changes could actually be regarded as a disease, and then tried to treat it. Miriam just showed a sweet smile
, with an unburdened smile, said: "Your Excellency, there is no need to show regret for me, maybe all this is destined for me. I accepted it, and there is nothing wrong with it."
"So, you can see these paintings?" Lin asked.
Shaking her head slightly, Miriam said: "Sir, I can't see the content of these creations. I'm just feeling the emotions attached to them."
"The emotions attached to it?" Lin never expected to hear such an answer. It seemed like some art critics who cheated and drank, irresponsibly pointing fingers and criticizing other people's works, but they also
An expression used when one is short of words. So someone asked doubtfully: "Can you feel that kind of thing? What does it feel like?"
"Sir, I'm sorry, I don't know how I should describe my feelings to you. But in every creation, as long as the author puts enough effort into it, strong emotions will be rendered in the work. This is true for general artifacts.
You can’t feel it in other places. So I like coming here very much. I can feel a lot of special emotions here and it makes people feel very comfortable.”
"Oh, is there any one you particularly like?" Lin asked curiously.
"Yes." Miriam pointed to a painting not far away and said, "It makes me feel like standing in a wheat field in autumn, being blown by the gentle breeze, which makes people feel relaxed and happy."
Although he really wanted to pretend to be stupid and think that the painting pointed by the golden elf was the picture of a cute mechanical girl with big breasts in a swimsuit that he had painted. But in fact, Lin knew very well that what Miriam felt should be the picture of Li Li next to her.
Leonardo's painting of a peasant woman's wheat field in autumn. The composition draft of that picture is the "gleaning" in someone's memory, and it is one of the earth's classics handed down from generation to generation.
However, composition is composition, but Leonardo painted something different, with a different flavor. Lin did not ask him, as an apprentice, to completely reproduce the classic painting in his memory. There was no point in doing so, and
It's not that the art dealer is creating fake products to deceive people. It's just a prank request as an excuse to hone a certain apprentice's painting skills.
But... if you put these two pictures together, someone's taste in Fen will be different.
Lin discussed some paintings with Miriam again, and it was very interesting to hear some very special thoughts from her mouth. Because her perspective is not what ordinary people see, but a feeling that is closer to the essence.
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Of course, someone who is centered on pragmatism does not chat about these interesting topics just to pick up girls. There is a branch of magic in Midland that Lin still cannot understand its principle, and that is curse. In other words,
, magic props born out of strong emotions. Isn’t this what Miriam sees in these paintings?
It’s just enough chatting. If I don’t get to the point, I guess this person will be involved forever. In desperation, Lin asked: "Well, your Majesty, do you have anything to say?"
"His Majesty said, everything is ready and we can start the next step."