The store owner brought a large bag of heavy gold coins and handed it to Werther. Werther put the purple pearl away, took the gold coins, said goodbye to the store owner, and walked out.
At this time, the voice of the parchment came: "After getting four hundred and ten gold coins, you can build the school. Later, you have to walk first and pay attention to the pedestrians on the street."
He wondered in his heart, would I meet someone special today, or would I encounter something bizarre? Forget it, since the parchment guided me like this, I would just follow it.
He led the horse and prepared to go to the forest to pick some magic energy fruits. He didn't meet any special people or things on the way. He put the two fruits in his pocket and walked towards the castle.
When he just walked out of the woods, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind. The voice was a little childish and the tone was gentle. He couldn't help but look back and saw a young man wearing a beret and a purple plaid coat helping him.
There was an old man with gray hair and a brown woolen coat. The young man was saying something to the old man.
Isn't this the young painter and his grandfather? Werther was surprised that I met them here. Could it be that the parchment is about them?
Due to his magic training, his hearing has also improved a lot, and he can clearly hear the words of the two people behind him. However, they did not notice him, nor did they recognize that he was the eldest prince, and continued chatting.
"Grandpa, how long do you plan to walk today?" the young painter asked, "should we go back?"
"I have to walk for two hours today." the old man replied.
"Ah, has it been too long? You have been painting at home for several months and have not gone out. Today, you suddenly walked for such a long time, which may make you uncomfortable." The young man's expression was slightly worried.
"What's wrong with this? When I was young I could walk all day."
"That was when you were young. Now that you are getting older, it's better to be careful." The young man continued to advise, "We have been walking for half an hour. Let's go back now. We can walk for just an hour."
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"No." The old man took his arm out of his hand and said firmly, "I haven't moved my body for a long time. I have to walk for two hours today. Besides, I don't need you to accompany me. If you have other things to do, just go
Just do it.”
The young man's face was a little anxious: "Grandpa, what do I have to do now? I'm not worried about your health. If you insist on walking for two hours, you can also split the time. Walk for an hour now and then walk for another night.
Hour."
"That seems okay." The old man thought for a while and said, "Then let's go back now and go shopping in the evening."
"OK."
With that said, they walked diagonally forward and passed by Werther.
Huh? Werther thought to himself, they really didn't notice me, and they just walked past me! No, I still have to look for them to see if the person the parchment mentioned is their grandfather and grandson.
Werther followed them, quickly passed them, turned around and looked at them: "Mr. Painters, it's me."
The young painter looked at him, with ambiguous emotions in his eyes. He looked at the young man opposite him dreamily, and whispered: "It's you, Your Highness. I can't believe that I meet you here. How can I meet you?"
You know, I have been to Daybreak Town many times, and even if I want to meet you by chance, I can't achieve it."
Werther looked down at her shy expression, opened his eyes in surprise, and thought,
She couldn't really be a girl, otherwise why would she have such an expression?
But now was not the time to think about this matter. Werther gathered his mood and was about to say something.
At this time, the old man showed an angry expression, looked at him with obvious anger, pointed the crutch in his hand at him, and said loudly: "Huh, I remember you, you are the big prince!"
Unexpectedly, he still hates me so much. Werther thought to himself, is it really because Werther came from a royal family? What happened between him and the royal family?
At this time, the old man took a few steps forward, holding the crutch tightly with veins on his hand, stretched the crutch under his nose, and said angrily: "Originally, I just agreed to let my grandson go to your castle to paint.
Let him exercise, and he will never forget you after he comes back. I wonder what kind of ecstasy you gave her!"
The young painter blushed with embarrassment, tugged on the old man's clothes and said, "Grandpa, don't talk about this. I haven't been thinking about the eldest prince all day long."
"And you!" The old man looked at him angrily, "I told you not to get involved with the royal family and nobles, and you still think about him like this!"
"But I really didn't look for him again. I was just looking forward to meeting him by chance." The young painter pouted aggrievedly and looked at the ground. "Even if I meet him, I won't talk to him."
"But you already talked to him."
"I know I was wrong, Grandpa, let's go back." With tears in his eyes, the young painter glanced at Werther reluctantly, then he took his grandfather's arm and walked towards home.
What the hell is going on! Werther is messy in the cold wind.
"Wait a minute, old sir, I'm curious, why do you hate the royal family and the nobility so much?" he caught up and asked.
The old man turned his head to one side and said, "I don't want to tell you, please leave quickly and don't pester my grandson."
"I'm not pestering him, I'm just..." At this moment, Werther realized that he didn't know what he wanted from them, and he didn't know what reason to explain.
"Hmph, maybe you want to take advantage of him!" The old man glared at him fiercely, then walked forward with a cane.
Could it be that they weren't the people the parchment was talking about? Werther wondered, but seeing the old man's reaction, his curiosity became even more intense.
The old man said to the young painter: "If you practice your painting skills seriously, you will be able to paint very well soon. Grandpa is old and cannot let you live a relatively wealthy life. You should learn to support yourself as soon as possible."
ah."
"I know, Grandpa, I have been practicing every day recently." The young painter said hurriedly, "And Grandpa, you are in good health and can live for several decades. I should make money as soon as possible so that you can enjoy your life.
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"It's enough for you to have this filial piety." The old man nodded and said, "Actually, there is something else I want to do, which is to teach some students and teach my skills to more people."
"That's not bad, of course, if you have the energy." The young painter said with a smile.
Werther saw that they were walking very slowly, much slower than before. He was wondering when he suddenly heard them saying this. He was surprised and thought, wait a minute, the old gentleman just said that he wanted to teach students! Could this be a parchment?
The purpose of reminding me is to persuade the old gentleman to teach painting in school! He couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
"Grandpa, are we going home like this?" The young painter's voice sounded a little disappointed.
"Are you blaming me for not letting you meet the eldest prince?" The old man's tone became gentle, "My child, he is a high-ranking prince, and you are just a commoner. It is impossible for you to be together."
"Grandpa, where are you talking about?" The young painter became even more shy, "I don't want to marry him. And he should have already fallen in love with someone, a vampire girl."
"The Vampire?" The old man said in surprise, "The Vampire is naturally noble. Even if he really wants to marry that Vampire girl, no one will object. But you are different. Don't think about having anything to do with him."
"But, he is my friend." The young painter bit his lip and slowly stopped.
"You can't make friends with him. You should imagine him as a devil, so that you will be safe." The old man warned, then he remembered something, turned around and said, "The dessert shop is open today, you know?"
Come with me to buy some cakes and biscuits, I have some old friends coming to our house this afternoon."
"Okay, Grandpa."
Just when they changed directions, they saw Werther standing two meters behind them. They were extremely surprised.
"His Royal Highness, why are you still following us!" The old man became even more angry, "Did you hear everything we said?"
"No, I didn't move at all just now. Your steps were just too small." Werther smiled sheepishly, "I did accidentally hear a few words of what you just said, but I quickly thought about it.
It’s your own business.”
"Did we really only walk two meters?" the old man asked his grandson.
The young painter looked at it and said, "It seems to be true. We only walked two meters."
"Okay then." The old man looked at Werther again, "Humph, I don't care how much you hear, I hope you stay away from us."
"Old sir, I just heard you say that you want to teach students and pass on your skills to more people." Witte suddenly said, "I think this is good."
"What does it have to do with you?" the old man said excitedly, "I will find students myself. Even if you find a hundred students for me, I will not teach them."
"Don't be so excited yet, old sir. I really don't mean any harm. My school is still short of a painting teacher, and I think you are very suitable."
The old man closed his eyes angrily, pulled the young painter forward, and said: "Your Highness, you'd better go back. I think it's better if we don't meet again."
Seeing his resolute attitude, Werther sighed inwardly and thought, maybe he really doesn't want to have anything to do with me. I can go find them after a while, so why not go find Wile and go back to the castle now?
"Sorry to bother you today, I'm going back first, see you later."
When he was about to leave, the old man suddenly said: "Oh, we seem to be lost today. We need someone to tell us how to find that dessert shop."
Werther looked at them and said, "I remember seeing a dessert shop when I came here. I don't know if it's the one you mentioned."
"In that case, then take me to see it!" The old man took his arm and said with a smile, "Excuse me, Your Highness."
"It's okay, it's just a little effort."
Werther was extremely confused at this time. Why did the painter suddenly change his attitude and asked him to take him to a dessert shop?
The young painter lowered his head and smiled, with a blush on his cheeks.