It was just dawn, and Rosen woke up early. After meditating, he immediately started preparing breakfast.
The milk from last night was already stale, so it wasn't a big problem for him to drink it himself, but naturally he couldn't use it to serve his mentor.
Fortunately, I still had a dozen coppers in my pocket, so I took it to the milk merchant in the south market to exchange it for a small can of fresh milk.
After returning from the market, the flour that had been prepared in advance had just finished fermenting, so I shaped it into a bun shape and put it in the steamer. Then I made a few light and appetizing side dishes.
While preparing breakfast, footsteps were heard on the ceiling, indicating that Thrandis had also woken up.
Soon, breakfast was ready, Rosen quickly went upstairs, stood in the entrance hall and knocked on the door softly.
"Teacher, do you need me to help you get up?"
An indifferent response came from the door: "Have you forgotten what I said last night so quickly?"
Rosen nodded: "I agree."
"That's right."
Harrick also nodded: "A pig like you finally has a conscience. That's okay, I'll join!"
Rosen no longer had any worries. After going upstairs, he immediately started mixing paints. While doing so, he searched for materials in the harem.
"There are already four unlucky ones. Although they are all strangers, it has not caused any panic. But you must be careful. Once it gets dark, never leave your mentor's house."
After speaking, Chabolai waved his fist vigorously.
"Although it behaves strangely, it is generally safe. Your mentor has been in Silver Moon Castle for more than two years and has never hurt anyone, let alone harmed anyone."
"One time I went to look for her, and I saw her leaning on the balcony alone, arguing with herself. When the argument got fierce, her left and right hands actually started fighting each other."
"This is the identity ring of House of Thrandis. Wearing it, you can enter and exit this wooden house freely without being blocked by the home protection spell."
Xia Bolay slammed the table: "Then, let's start work now!"
Harrick smiled and said: "Sounds good. But didn't you say you wanted to change your career to a bounty hunter? How is the investigation of the murderer in Chengnan Market?"
"What makes Thrandis such a beauty? That face, that figure, tsk tsk tsk. Even if I die on her bed, I will be willing to do so."
Harrick was reliable and saved him a lot of time.
"Selling paintings? What kind of paintings are sold?"
"Uh~~~Tsk~~~~Uh~~~"
Harrick also nodded: "This name is indeed good, it fits the theme of the painting, and it is straightforward and atmospheric."
Chabolai immediately shouted: "Okay, this name is resounding!"
Rosen immediately changed his mind: "Tutor, breakfast is ready. Do you want to go downstairs to eat, or should I bring it into the room?"
There was no trace of pride on Rosen's face. He walked over to Chabolai and sat down.
"Just prepare some food. There is no need to make a big fuss every day. After all, it will take up a lot of your time and energy."
"Finally someone can control this rogue pig like you, hahaha."
Upon hearing this question, Xia Bolay rushed to say: "I will tell you."
As if afraid of scaring away Rosen, Chabolai quickly added.
Compared to his bohemian appearance yesterday afternoon, he looked like a completely different person.
If you have enough money, you can hire a servant to do these chores.
The breakfast was rich and tasted very good. Thrandis was very satisfied, with a faint smile of satisfaction on his indifferent face.
Rosen ran downstairs with a bang. Naturally, he couldn't eat first, but stood at the dining table and waited.
Thrandis's behavior was so strange that he felt very curious and needed to know more about it.
Rosen understood that her mentor most likely had a very serious schizophrenia.
He secretly sighed in his heart: "A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea."
Rosen is very happy.
"As for the market murderer, this guy is a bit cunning, but it doesn't matter, I will always catch her!"
"Of course it's a painting of romantic beauties. I've already thought about it. Rosen will be responsible for painting, and you will be responsible for finding a buyer. As for me, I will be responsible for dealing with those blind bastards!"
"Understood, I will prepare it for you, and you can just take it back when you arrive."
Harric continued: "But Shabolai's offensive lasted for less than half a month and ended because we all found that Thrandis was very abnormal."
Chabolai was speechless and hesitated for a long time before finally straightening his tongue again.
Chabolai quickly continued: "As soon as I saw her, I felt that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life, so naturally I pursued her at all costs."
This hasn't changed.
Rosen got up and walked towards the studio upstairs. After walking a few steps, he remembered something again.
Back to topic.
Charbolet rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly.
Seeing that Chabolai's words were getting more and more outrageous, Harik interrupted him.
Chabolai raised his hand and patted Rosen's shoulder.
"I remember."
Rosen's hair started to stand up when he heard this.
His eyes flickered between the two sub-files "Quite Charming" and "Rare and Excellent", thinking about how to choose.
After saying that, he turned to look at Harrick: "I said Red Hound, your shabby hotel has no business at all, why not come and help sell paintings."
"That's because I specifically turned off the spell, otherwise there would be no way for existences below high level to enter my house."
"Very good, then you go and do your work. I also want to continue studying spells."
After finishing breakfast, Thrandis took a tablecloth and wiped her lips reservedly.
In short, keep your distance, ignore the other person's madness, stop meddling in other people's business, and just focus on learning spells.
That's great, but there's one little thing.
"Tutor, do you want me to arrange lunch for you?"
He sighed deeply: "I, Xia Bolay, consider myself a warrior, and I pursue beauty even without regard for my own safety."
Business in the hall was as slow as ever, and there was only one freeloader, Chabollet.
"I am still a mage in my profession. I need to worry about some reputation and am not suitable for public appearances. How about opening an anonymous studio and calling it "Stunning Beauty"?"
Soon we arrived at the Hound House.
"From now on, our teaching classes will be held between 6 and 9 o'clock after dinner. At other times, you are free to arrange as you wish."
Harrick had a look of contempt on his face: "Are you pursuing? You are just messing around!"
Chabolai didn't care and laughed strangely.
When Harrick saw this scene, he couldn't help pointing at Chabolai and laughing.
Chaballet laughed with satisfaction.
"I see."
"Very good, I forgive you."
Not to mention, further training in magic in the future will cost a lot of money.
Rosen immediately came back to his senses: "Mentor, I will prepare it for you as soon as possible."
"This was two years ago."
Selling paintings for money is a long-term job.
His face was serious and he said solemnly: "Uncle, we have fought side by side. I respect you, but I also hope you can respect me!"
"I was wrong, Rosen. I apologize to you. I will never make fun of your crazy mentor again."
Harric added: "That's Miss Thrandis. She said she came from Winter City and wanted to find a cheap and comfortable place to stay."
Rosen raised his eyes and looked over, and saw that her hairstyle was not messy, her clothes were neat, her expression was dignified, and her body was held reservedly, as if she was a lady who had received an excellent aristocratic education.
Xia Bolai chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter, after all, blind bastards don't happen every day."
Harrick was worthy of being a business boss and immediately began to offer suggestions.
Well, this woman may have completely changed her face.
"Rosen is a painter. His importance is self-evident. Learning spells will be expensive in the future, so he will take half. For the remaining half, you will get 30% and I will get 20%."
Rosen naturally thought about it.
‘Hey hey hey~~’
Xia Bolay laughed: "That's natural. They are all the best goods, and they are all placed in your room."
"Of course Thrandis is great, but she's also crazy."
Thrandis waved his hand, turned and left.
Rosen said seriously: "No matter how Ms. Thrandis behaved in the past, she is now my magic instructor."
Chapollet also told a strange story.
"One day at two or three o'clock in the morning, she went to the hotel lobby to dance alone, giggling while dancing and ignoring anyone. After dancing, she went to sleep by herself, as if she was possessed by an evil spirit.
"
After saying that, Thrandis stood up and walked towards the stairs, walked a few steps, then walked back and handed Rosen a shining silver ring.
Chabolai had already thought about it: "Listen to my proposal first."
After all, Thrandis is now his serious magic instructor, and if friends want to get along for a long time, they must set a bottom line for joking with each other.
He went out to buy milk this morning and didn't feel anything unusual.
Harrick also became serious: "How to divide the money?"
"As her apprentice, I cannot sit back and watch you insult her reputation. Just like I will never insult your aunt in front of you!"
"By the way, Harik, I have to rush back later to prepare lunch for my tutor, remember to remind me."
"Two uncles, can you tell me how you met my mentor?"
Rosen understood: "In other words, he fell into a death trap after being seduced by sex."
There are ten times more materials in the former folder than in the latter one, so it stands to reason that the former should be used.
"But seeing this weird look, I actually felt flustered. Although I was reluctant to give up, I had no choice but to give up."
Thrandis's voice came from beside him: "Don't stand and watch, let's eat together."
He couldn't help but think: "There will be more and more places to use money in the future, so we must make money quickly."
After Thrandis sat down, he sat down opposite.
"One day two years ago, I came to the Hound House to apologize to Harrick, but I saw a beautiful red-haired girl staying in the hotel."
Rosen put on the ring, quickly put away the tableware, and hurried out the door.
After he finished speaking, he took a big sip of ale, burped, and then started talking.
Rosen asked hurriedly: "What about?"
This is obviously not the answer Chabollet wanted.
"Time is precious, don't delay."
In this case, he will have a lot more personal time.
"As far as I know, she has never left a man to spend the night at home. Nothing happened while you stayed in such a small wooden building, huh?"
It's really weird.
"Yes, from the current clues, the murderer is a young woman. In every murder, young men die, and they were in a very excited state before death."
Thrandis was slightly startled, pursed his lips and thought for a moment, as if he wanted to refuse.
"Not bad. Thrandis is indeed an excellent spell instructor."
As soon as Chabolai saw Rosen, he winked at him and gave him a strange smile: "Hi~ How were you last night?"
Seeing that Chabolai kept talking and became more and more explicit, Rosen felt that he could no longer stand by and watch.
"I said, can't you, a breeding pig, think of something else in your mind?"
But in the end, she nodded.
"Since we are going to sell paintings, we must have a resounding name. Rosen, do you have any ideas?"
Rosen raised an eyebrow: "She?"
Fortunately, Thrandis didn't keep him waiting for long. Five or six minutes later, she also went downstairs.
Harrick also became interested, threw away the rag in his hand, walked over and sat at the table.
Thrandis's voice came over again: "By the way, Rosen, don't forget the oil painting you promised yesterday."
"I'll be down in a moment."
"Yes, mentor."
"Uncle, you must have prepared oil painting tools for me, right?"
But he also feels lucky that he is here to learn magic after all, and he will rely on magic to start a family and build a career in the future. Being in the same room with a young and beautiful female instructor, a lady is much better than a slut.
Xia Bolay was stunned for a moment: "Rosen, why don't I respect you?"
"Homeland Protection Technique? Is there any?"
When I walked into the hall, I saw Harrick cleaning the house.
Xia Bolay turned to look at Harrick again: "In a word, do you want to do it or not?"
However, to sell a painting at a high price, not only does the painting need to be good, but it also needs the support of fame.
If a new studio wants to gain fame, it must produce some excellent works to support its appearance.
Since the studio is called "Stunning Color", let's have a stunning look.
Therefore, Rosen finally chose to look for material from "Rare and Excellent".
