He left the castle and walked quickly to the town, until he reached the place where construction was under way. Although he walked for about half an hour, he did not feel tired at all. He took a brief look and found that the houses in front were well built.
The cracked wall cracks were filled, and the roof that was missing tiles was re-covered.
"It's really well done, everyone worked very hard!" Witte praised with a smile.
While praising it, he started working with the workers himself.
Unknowingly, a few hours passed, and the setting sun shone on the broken walls nearby, making the house in front of me even more beautiful.
The house has been repaired, all the workers cheered, and Werther was also very happy. He and the long-term workers discussed the construction tomorrow for a while, and then prepared to return to the castle.
Before going back, he looked back at the broken wall and asked a passerby curiously: "What was this place originally?"
A passerby glanced at him doubtfully: "You don't even know this place, are you not from Dawn Town? That was the house of a wealthy family. Later, they felt that Dawn Town was too poor, so they moved to Duck City. They moved
Before leaving, I told everyone that everything left in this house, including bricks, could be taken away at will. So everyone took away everything they could."
"How long ago did it happen?"
"About ten years ago."
The passerby finished speaking and left. Werther looked at the broken wall thoughtfully.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of horse hoofbeats came and stopped behind him. He didn't notice at all that his carriage was behind him. Wile's voice came loudly: "Your Highness, what are you doing here?"
Only then did he realize that he had been looking at the broken wall for a long time. He couldn't help but turn around and look at Wile's excited face and the slightly trembling silver hair.
"You're back~" Werther said, "Have you found the painter?"
"Found him, Your Highness, he is in the carriage now. Do you want to see him?"
"In this case, why not send me to the castle, and I will sit with the painter."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Wile immediately got out of the car, opened the door for Werther, and the painter appeared in front of Werther.
The painter seemed calm, but in fact he was extremely nervous. He just stared at Werther and held his drawing board tightly in his hand.
At this time, Werther was holding his hands on the car and was about to get into the car. After seeing him, he was surprised for a few seconds and began to look at him carefully.
A large brown coat wrapped his small body, and a gray scarf was tightly wrapped around his neck, covering his mouth and chin. A pair of purple-red eyes looked at him helplessly and panicked. He even raised his hands unnaturally.
He pulled his scarf to make sure the bottom of his nose was covered.
Contrary to what Werther thought at first, judging from his hands and eyes, he seemed to be just a boy in his teens.
"Are you the painter?" Werther asked curiously.
First there was a loud swallowing sound, and then he stuttered in reply: "Yes, yes, you, are you the lord of Dawn Town, your highness?"
"It's me, that's right." Werther smiled softly, trying to ease the boy's nervousness, then easily walked into the carriage and sat next to him.
When the painter saw him sitting next to him, he became even more uneasy. He kept rubbing against the car window until he was close to the car wall and ten centimeters away from Werther.
Werther looked at him curiously and asked: "I don't know if you
Isn't it convenient for me to tell you something about you, such as your name and age?"
"I, I am sixteen years old." The painter glanced out the window and breathed carefully for fear of making too much noise.
"I heard that Wile would find a very powerful painter. I thought it was an old gentleman. I didn't expect you to be so young. I'm really surprised."
"The painter they said was very powerful in Duck City is indeed the old gentleman, my grandfather." The young man seemed to be somewhat accustomed to the conversation with Witte, and suddenly stopped stuttering, "It's just that my grandfather doesn't want to take your business.
.It happened that I learned that you asked someone to find a painter, so I decided to come and help you paint."
"In that case, your craftsmanship is pretty good, right?"
"Although it's not as good as my grandfather's, his painting skills are passable."
"I don't know your name yet."
"Please forgive me, Your Highness, this is my family's rule. Try not to tell others my name before I am twenty years old. But you can know my surname. My surname is Cavernroli. Of course, it is the same surname as my grandfather."
." The painter looked at the ground with a mysterious look in his eyes.
In this case, Werther didn't want to ask any more questions and just nodded lightly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Cavernoli."
"It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness."
The two were silent in the carriage for a long time, and the carriage had already traveled several hundred meters away from the castle.
Werther suddenly remembered something important and hurriedly turned his head and asked: "How much do you charge for a portrait painting?"
The painter plucked up the courage to look at him. It looked like he opened his mouth, but then closed it.
Just when Werther was confused, he melancholy put his head against the wall of the car and whispered: "Our family has been painting for generations. According to family rules, young painters like me do not charge money.
You don’t start collecting money until you are twenty years old.”
Witte was surprised: "Do you really not want an iron coin now? Just paint for me for free?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
"But in this case, wouldn't you take away the business of other painters?"
"I won't take it away, because I only paint for people who are destined to be together. My grandfather also paints for people who are not destined to be destined." The painter looked out the window, "However, my grandfather charged a high price, and a simple painting is enough."
It costs dozens of gold coins. His painter is the best in Notland, so it is appropriate to charge this amount of gold coins."
At this time, the carriage had stopped in front of the castle.
Werther was shocked by what this young man said. He could be so cool and unrestrained. This is a family with personality.
"Why do you think I'm destined?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Don't get me wrong, Your Highness. When I say a destined person, I don't mean someone with a deep connection. It's just a chance encounter. Based on what I know and see, I think this person is worthy, so I help him paint."
"Then is your grandfather better than the palace painter?" he asked with interest.
"Yes, Your Highness, if you don't believe it, you can ask around in Duck City. The painters of the Cavernoli family all have unique skills and are quite famous among the people."
"Well, I think I believe you. It's just that your family is so talented, why don't you go to work as a painter in the palace?" Werther raised his doubts.
"Well...actually I don't know." The painter scratched his head and said, "Maybe it happened a long time ago."
At this time, Wile opened the car door and looked at them curiously: "Your Highness, you
What are you talking about? You look bored."
"Wyle, don't say such things." Werther said helplessly.
"Okay, I'll just leave it alone."
They were helped out of the car by Wile and walked into the castle.
Tom greeted them with a smile and took the coats of Werther and the painter: "Your Highness, Mr. Painter, come in quickly and I will pour you coffee."
"Wait a minute, old gentleman!" The painter suddenly grabbed Tom's arm, looked down at the floor, and said with a blush, "I don't like coffee, there's no need to pour me anything, I'm not thirsty, and I don't want to take up your cup.
"
Werther saw the embarrassment in the painter's heart, so he said softly: "You don't have to be polite. If you have to paint in the castle for a long time, you will definitely feel thirsty. In addition to coffee, I also have other drinks here, such as milk and black tea. If you want to drink
Just tell Tom directly. If you want to drink milk tea, you can ask Kath to buy it."
The painter still lowered his head, opened his eyes slightly, and tightened his hands on Tom's clothes: "In that case, I'll drink milk. Drinking milk can make me grow taller."
Werther smiled happily and said to Tom: "Uncle Tom, bring him a glass of milk, and bring me some coffee."
"Yes, Your Highness." Tom replied gently. He was about to bring the drink, but found that his sleeve was still firmly grasped by the painter.
He lowered his head and looked at the painter with a smile, and said softly: "Sir, I'm going to bring the drinks."
The painter raised his head and looked at him in confusion. After a few seconds, he suddenly realized what he was doing. He quickly let go of his hand and kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just forgot that I was holding you."
"It's okay, sir." Tom smiled and left.
Werther took him to the reception room, found a table, and looked around: "What do you think of this place? Is it suitable for you to paint?"
The painter bit his lip and nodded: "It's okay here. The atmosphere is quiet and it won't disturb my heart."
"In that case, let's start now. I don't know when you can finish the painting. If it takes longer, I will keep you at the castle for dinner."
"Thank you, Your Highness. I will pay for the dinner. I brought two gold coins today. I don't know if they are enough." The painter lowered his head and rummaged through his money bag hidden in his clothes to see if he really brought two gold coins.
I took out three gold coins and found that I had three of them.
Werther looked at the shining gold coins and asked curiously: "You actually brought so much money with you. Do you rely on your grandfather for your daily expenses?"
"Yes, Your Highness." He put the money bag away, "My grandfather earns dozens of gold coins every month. Since I was fifteen years old, my grandfather has given me one gold coin every month as pocket money. I usually don't
I like to spend money, and the tools I use for painting are also prepared for me by my grandfather, so the money will be saved. Now I have saved more than a dozen gold coins."
"Is that so..." Werther couldn't help being surprised, "Don't you have anything you want to buy on weekdays?"
"It's not that I haven't bought anything before, but it's rare to see something I want to buy." The painter looked at him again, "How much does dinner cost, Your Highness?"
"Well, there's no need to pay. It's already generous enough for you not to charge me any money." Werther smiled, "I can repay you by allowing you to dine in the castle."
The painter smiled shyly, took out the drawing board and brush and put them on the table, lowered his head and asked: "Your Highness, what do you want me to draw?"
"Well, I almost forgot, I'm going to ask Kath to bring Bonnie over," he said.