Chapter four hundred and sixty seventh painting shop
The number of magicians staying here is only more, not less, than that of the district branch headquarters. And with a large number of magicians gathered, of course there are a considerable number of shops and various services in the city, so magicians will inevitably be the main group. And then
Coupled with the prosperity of various types of trade in the river port itself, the business form here is different from the headquarters of several magician association branches that Lin has seen before.
The biggest difference is that there are an unimaginable amount of art here. If you see something like this in a general branch headquarters, your first thought is to be careful.
The works of art that appear in the magician community are usually magical objects with curses or other strange effects. They are all things that are difficult to explain or imagine with common sense. Here, they are just ordinary works of art.
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But now, what catches someone's eye is a small portrait. To compare it with the standards of the earth, it is the style of the Renaissance, with changes in light and shadow, use of color, and you can see the delicate texture and texture.
Before that, Lin Suo had seen the paintings that some unknown aristocrats were proud of in their homes. They were like mosaics, with monotonous blocks of color pieced together into meaningful patterns. In the mouths of those aristocrats, each painting was like a mosaic.
The value lies in the fact that the more people are drawn on it, the more valuable it is, because the more lines there are, the more complex it is.
Someone just looked at a painting that was the same as an Egyptian mural. At most, it had more trees and mountains in the background, and was sold at a high price by a group of nobles. Just like the earth, so-called art is a thing created by speculation.
"What, do you know this woman?"
The lich's voice came faintly from the side, causing a man who was immersed in art to break out in a cold sweat. He quickly said: "How do I know her? I was looking at the technique of this painting."
"Techniques? It's just a painting. What kind of techniques can there be? Wouldn't it be more realistic to use the photos you mentioned, or the images recorded with the Arcane Eyes?"
"No, no, no, these are different things. What's more, even if you take pictures, there is still a difference in the photos taken by those who can take pictures or those who can't. You have also seen the miserable situation of those product photos in the Forum Mall.
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"Indeed." After pondering for a while, Fen asked, "What's the difference?"
Lin seemed to have opened up a conversation box. From the angle of the light source, the position of the shadow, the processing of distance, and the presentation of the three-dimensional sense, these are all knowledge in photography. I at least used a professional camera for a period of time when I was on Earth.
I have learned more or less relevant knowledge. When it comes to painting, there is also the choice of colors, the difference between warm and cold colors. This is knowledge in a different field from photography.
There are various opinions, because I am not an art major, so I can only bang my head here and there, and say whatever comes to my mind. Even if there are mistakes in it, no one has any way of knowing. In the end, I can sum up one sentence, this painting is good
.The previous nonsense is actually just a more specific discussion to explain what is good about this painting. In the end, feeling this kind of thing is quite subjective.
After finishing this seemingly level discussion, Lin realized that a bunch of people had gathered around him, staring at him in astonishment. At the same time, standing in front of him was a decent man who had taken care of himself very neatly.
, judging from the badge printed on his body with the same imprint as that of the painting shop, he should be the owner or clerk of the painting shop.
Seeing the other person looking at him blankly, and occasionally looking at the portrait in his hand, Lin smiled shyly and said, "Ah, I'm really sorry for holding this painting of yours for so long. How much does it cost?
Please give me a price and I'll buy it." After saying that, Lin picked up his money bag and prepared to take out the coins.
"No, no, no, Your Majesty the Magician. I have learned a lot from your explanation. This painting can be given to you directly, but please tell me more." The owner of the painting shop originally relied on his vision and
When it comes to eloquence, the former is not so much about the value of things as it is about people. The latter is very important no matter what you do.
The master in front of him is wearing a magician's shawl, tied with a golden thread. The pattern on his shoulders is a very rare shape, consisting of three-headed monkeys made up of many small squares.
The shop owner is not sure about this person's reputation in the world of magicians; but in the world of businessmen, this person is recognized as an apostle of the God of Wealth, and may even be a saint walking in this world. There is such an opportunity.
How could he not try and work hard to ask for advice or even get closer?
Someone was still wary of such inexplicable enthusiasm. And the most important thing was that he was not expecting it. If Lin explained the mathematical formulas of celestial motion to this shop owner, he could guarantee that he would not be able to finish his explanation for seven days and seven nights.
But when it comes to art, the explanation I just gave to Fen was a perfect display of my unique skills, and I didn’t hold anything back.
So how could someone expose his own shortcomings? He smiled, took out a few gold coins, and said, "I will accept the painting. The money will be regarded as the price for asking you to learn about the author of this painting."
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"This..." The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then immediately turned into a smile, and said enthusiastically: "Please wait a moment, the account book I purchased will record who bought this painting from. Even if it is not the author of the painting, it must be
It will matter."
After a while, the shopkeeper who entered the painting shop quickly ran out holding a large account book, followed by a clerk. The shopkeeper used the clerk as a temporary bookshelf and let him hold it, while he flipped through it on the spot and quickly found it.
He found the original purchase record of this painting and said: "The person selling this painting is a wandering magician. He claims to be Leonardo, the son of Piero, from Wenxi Village. An unknown magician,
He is on a completely different level from Mr. Tripwood." The shopkeeper pointed out someone's name with a smile and gave him a small compliment.
But when someone heard this name, he felt a lingering sense of familiarity... But seeing more and more people gathering around him, Lin felt like he couldn't leave now. He grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed them into the shopkeeper's hand.
In his hand, he said: "Thank you for informing me. If you can meet that magician again, please convey my respect."
The group of people finally squeezed through the crowd, and Lin was enjoying the small portrait in his hand. At this time, Harumi's plaintive voice came, saying: "Teacher, you never taught me this."
"Uh." The blond girl is very talented in this area, which is even higher than her magic talent. It is an example of why it is a pity to be a magician. But for whatever reason, I never told her this knowledge.
It is also true. With a roll of his eyes, Lin opened his mouth and said: "It's not because you have your own ideas about painting and other creations. If I tell you too much instead of you figuring it out yourself, then it will just make you
Just shape it into what I imagined. It's better not to say anything and let you express yourself freely and break out of the framework I know. My expectations for you are higher than what you feel."
"Really." The blond girl giggled without any thought. How could the few people nearby who were familiar with the world of people not understand that someone's words were just words of deferment. However, the girl actually believed it to be true, and everyone was moved by her.
Worried about the future.
After finally getting through the test safely, Lin laughed and prepared to go back to the hotel where he was staying to have a good rest. However, when he turned around, he accidentally bumped into someone else. Fortunately, neither party was knocked down.
, were not injured, so after greeting each other, they separated.
Uzov and his companions who were following someone were well-informed. How could they not understand this routine? They grabbed the man who was suspected of being a pickpocket and said loudly: "Trip
Mr. Wood, I think something is missing from you. Maybe you should look for something quickly."
Lin still had a smile on his face and said: "How could I have something missing? I am so alert, who can take something away from me? It's okay, don't hurt anyone, let him go."
As soon as he received the victim's confident words, the man sneered secretly in his heart and shook off Uzov who was grabbing him. After saying a few innocuous words, he got into the crowd and left quickly.
However, even if they didn't notice it immediately, most people could tell that something was wrong. Only the person who might have had his money bag taken away still smiled and looked at the direction the man was leaving. Although everyone was puzzled, they didn't
Ask more.
For Uzov and others, they were not familiar enough to question each other. A few straightforward silver-bearded dwarves could not understand that two apprentices would not question their teacher on something that was not theirs to do.
But lichs are not included in this category.
In fact, Fen was quite aware of that little trick. And being able to integrate most of the functions of the Arcane Eye into her almost instinctive system, it was impossible for someone to not notice it. So she asked: "What do you think?
What? Giving money away for free? That’s not how you do charity, right?”
"Didn't we master the curse of the God of Disease before?" Someone said very implicitly. And the magician has mastered part of the power of the divine power through various methods and rituals, which is not a big news. Facts
The things he has mastered are much more advanced than those. "──So I made some gadgets about plagues and curses. But I haven't tried it to see if it works. I'm a good person, how could I do it casually?
Just let this kind of evil go out and harm people's lives. Didn't you just meet a man who was looking for death? He brought it to the door by himself. It was not me who wanted to harm him. So what happened to him in the end has nothing to do with me. How many times have we waited?
God, let’s go see his miserable state again and verify whether the effect of my magic experiment is as expected.”
Suddenly, the man who should have gone far magically appeared on the road where everyone was walking. He greeted him warmly and held a money bag respectfully. That was when someone was buying a painting in an art shop.
He took out a bunch of gold coins in a zip-top bag. The man said: "Mr. Magician, you are really careless. I found that you dropped your wallet. Why don't I bring it up to you right away?"
"Oh? Is this really mine?"
"It must be yours, it must be yours. I saw it fall out of your arms with my own eyes."
Lin took the money bag suspiciously, took out a green coin from it, held it forward, and said: "Thank you for bringing this back. Then this Kir (gold coin) will be treated as a condolence payment."
You're fine."
If he was still suspicious, after seeing this strange coin, the pickpocket would not dare to take it. He shook his head and hands, said he didn't dare, and ran away in a flash.
"Tsk!" Lin exclaimed, and regretfully took the things back into his arms and put them away. At this time, those who were following behind and watching the whole show were all sure of one thing, this man was a rip-off!