Chapter two hundred and sixteen, the life of Carlos Hart
finally?
Has he been waiting for me?
Or...cp0 is waiting for me, this is a trap!
Seeing the shock in the bear's eyes, Carlos Hart said: "No need to doubt, they don't know your identity, my ability is not that simple, they only see what they need, and they don't know the secret."
Hearing this, Xiong restrained his murderous intent slightly and asked: "Why do you do this?"
"Because they ruined my dream!"
The hatred in Carlos Hart's eyes when he said this did not seem to be fake, and Xiong instantly remembered something.
"So...the plagiarized news published in the newspaper before is fake?"
"That's right!"
Carlos Hart closed his eyes, his face full of pain.
He was once an orphan and suffered a lot since childhood. An old man who set up a stall on the street in Shampoo to help tourists draw paintings to support his family adopted him. Under his influence, painting became his only hobby.
Before he died, the old man called him over and told him that what he regretted most in his life was not that he chose the path of painting because he had no talent.
But in order to chase the dream, I gave up too many things.
When I was young, I left my hometown regardless of opposition. I failed to live up to the expectations of my parents and my lover. When I wanted to go back after my head was broken and bleeding, I found that my hometown had changed. My parents died in a shipwreck and my lover married into a woman.
Kneeling in front of his parents' graves, he felt remorseful, painful, and even wanted to cut off his own hand to repent.
But he was afraid of the pain and didn't take it seriously.
waste!
The old man said this about himself.
He saw that Carlos Hart also liked painting, but he was afraid that he would follow his own path, so he gave him a question and made an appointment with him. If he couldn't do it, he would find a job to live a stable life.
, don’t have any big spring and autumn dreams.
The old man thought it was impossible for Carlos Hart to solve this problem because he wanted him to draw hope.
How could a child who was only a teenager at the time have that kind of understanding of life?
But Carlos Hart agreed.
I locked myself in the basement without eating or drinking, and used the simplest paints and brushes to draw my own answer.
It was an ordinary realistic picture of shampoo. Except for the sophisticated technique, which was not what a child could do, there was nothing special about it.
In the distance, the endless ocean reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, and the warm light falls on the roots of the mangrove trees in Xiangbodi. Together with the flow of people coming and going, it shows the magnificent prosperity of the Xiangbodi Islands.
But this is impossible!
The Red Earth Continent divides the world into two, and the night comes very early in the Chambord Land.
There is no red earth continent!
The old man instantly understood what [hope] was in this painting.
Looking at Carlos Hart's dirty hands, the old man patted his head, said nothing, and passed away peacefully that night.
From that day on, the residents of Chambord discovered that the old man who set up a stall in Tourist Street to help people draw had disappeared and was replaced by the young man beside him.
When they learned that the old man had passed away, the acquaintances nearby expressed a few sighs, but then they never took the matter to heart again.
"Sir, do you want to draw?"
"Beautiful lady, do you want to paint?"
Beside the old painting stall, the young boy had a smile on his face and warmly invited every passing tourist. Day after day, year after year, he grew up little by little from unfamiliarity to proficiency.
"This painting is really good!"
On this day, a passing Tianlong man suddenly saw his unfinished work and was surprised.
"Little devil, come and help me draw one too."
Carlos Hart, who was lying on the ground like the others and didn't dare to look up, had a look of astonishment on his face.
"I?"
"Nonsense, who else besides you?"
Young Saint Charles said impatiently: "Hurry up, I have to attend the auction, don't waste my time!"
This is a Celestial Dragon!
Nobles of the world!
How could he like my paintings?
But who dares to refuse the request of the Celestial Dragons?
Carlos Hart gingerly pulled off the unfinished work and laid out the paper again.
This time he tried his best, taking out the precious paints he had finally collected, and carefully sketched out the appearance of Saint Charles little by little, and beautified it "slightly" so that he would not look so stupid.
, quite majestic.
Not daring to waste time, the painting was completed quickly.
Saint Charles took the portrait and looked at it, feeling even more satisfied.
"Not bad, the painting is good!"
"Take it to Elsa and ask her to hang this painting in the living room. The old man is actually unwilling to marry his daughter to me. With this, I don't think anyone but me would dare to marry her!"
"yes!"
A man in a white suit walked out of the crowd acting as bodyguards, took the portrait and walked away.
Immediately, St. Charles continued to move forward with a big belly, and of course did not mention payment.
I thought this storm would be over.
But a few days later, another man in a white suit came to the painting stall.
"My lord is very satisfied with the last portrait. This is a reward for you!"
Taking the box with a confused look, Carlos Hart asked subconsciously.
"Why?"
In response, Bai Sui said indifferently: "Princess Elsa has married Lord Charlos and became his seventh wife. This is all due to you."
After saying that, he stopped talking and turned around to leave.
Carlos Hart is silent.
After a long time, I packed up my things and closed the stall early to go home.
The dignified princess of the franchising country actually married a Celestial Dragon because of a portrait picked up from the roadside. This invisible and heavy depression made Carlos Hart a little breathless.
Then he opened the box and was shocked to find that inside was a devil fruit that was gray and colored like a pencil!
At least 100 million beli!
Carlos Hart is silent again.
After a while, he laughed at himself and said, "Now I understand why you wanted to cut off your own hand to repent, old man."
"Because, I am the same!"
Naturally, it was impossible to exchange the rewards from the Celestial Dragons for money. With tears in his eyes, Carlos Hart ate the Devil Fruit one bite at a time, in order to punish himself and gain peace of conscience.
This fruit is the sketch fruit.
In fact, Carlos Hart has always had a flaw, which is that he was malnourished as a child, which caused physical disease. When his palms are still, they will tremble and become paralyzed uncontrollably. The arc is huge and cannot be restrained no matter how hard he trains.
If you insist on taking this path, no matter how talented you are, the final result will most likely be the same as the old man's.
Of course the old man knows this.
But seeing Carlos Hart not eating or drinking, immersed in painting in order to win his own recognition, the old man finally gave in.
He remembered that he was not like this back then.
However, after obtaining the Sketch Fruit, the stability brought by the fruit's ability allowed Carlos Hart to finally overcome this flaw, and his painting skills instantly reached their peak.
As a talented painter, in just a few years, he left the Shampoo area and became a world-famous portrait master in the sea.
The royal families of various countries are crazy about him and are proud to ask him to paint a portrait of themselves so that they can compare and show off. Even the Celestial Dragons have repeatedly invited him to the Holy Land to paint for them.
Everything looks so beautiful.
But since he gained the fruit ability, he is no longer a simple painter.
Also add the identity of a devil fruit ability user.
It's a talent, a gift, and a curse.
The curse broke out after he developed the Devil Fruit to the point of awakening.
People with outstanding talents and talents will get the fruit of sketching and develop to an unprecedented level of awakening in just ten years. Then, disaster will strike.
That day, he was helping a princess of a certain country paint...
Flirting by the way.
We are all adults, and with the aristocratic atmosphere, it is very normal.
The princess said she had hidden the brush and asked him to find it.
But Carlos Hart did not run around, but picked up a branch and drew the shape of his paintbrush on the garden soil.
The princess was dissatisfied and said, "Your fruit ability can take out the things in the painting, but that doesn't count."
Carlos Hart smiled confidently and replied.
"Of course not. This is the ability I have recently developed. As long as I draw something in my mind, I can know where it is."
Then he reached out and grabbed the princess's skirt, and took out the hidden paintbrush from her chest amidst the exclamation.
Needless to say, that night was romantic.
In order to pass the trial.
Then, there is no more.
He was kidnapped in his sleep and a group of "pirates" locked him up.
At the same time, in the outside world, another "Carlos Hart" appeared in front of the world.