Full of doubts, Werther led them to the street in front and soon found a dessert shop.
He turned around and looked at the grandfather and grandson behind him, and asked: "Is this the store you are talking about?"
"Ah, this is it. It's cheap and delicious. Your Highness, the great prince, you are such a good person!" The old man immediately showed an excited smile, and took Witte's arm and walked inside, "I have lived in Nightstone Town for so many years.
, I like to eat the snacks they make the most, come and pick some with me."
Why did his attitude suddenly become so good? Werther looked at him in confusion, and then at the young painter, who was looking at him with eyes full of meaning.
"What's wrong with you? You were clearly treating me just now..."
Just as Werther was about to ask something, the young painter raised his index finger in front of his mouth, signaling him not to speak.
They watched the old man carefully select desserts, and soon he picked a large bag, and then handed it to Werther happily: "Your Highness, I really can't pick it up, and my grandson's strength is too weak, so why not
Please help us take it home."
"What, you actually let me help you carry the bag, and also agreed to let me go to your house?" Werther was so frightened that he almost jumped back a meter, his mouth twitched in surprise, and he could no longer speak.
"What's wrong with you, Your Highness?" The old man took two steps forward and looked at him with a smile, "You are so powerful, can't you even satisfy my small request?"
Werther couldn't help his curiosity and asked directly: "Old sir, taking the bag is just an excuse. In fact, your real purpose is to let me go to your house, right?"
"Huh?" After learning that the other party had read his mind, the old man opened his eyes wide in shock, raised his eyebrows, and then said with a smile, "My black tea is delicious, I will take you to try it."
Then he took the bag of desserts himself, without intending to give it to Werther again.
The young painter smiled awkwardly, took the bag from his grandfather, and whispered: "You must have bought too much. Although it is not very heavy, we can't finish it in a few days."
"It doesn't matter." The old man shook his hand and said with a smile, "I still have my friends and the eldest prince to help us eat."
"What?" Werther was even more surprised, "You still want me to eat your dessert?"
"Hehe~" the old man narrowed his eyes, "I just gave you a few tests, and you passed them all, so I think you are a good person. Although you are from a noble family, you are kind to the common people. You are different from the people I have met before.
Same."
Werther broke into a cold sweat helplessly: "Is this really the case?"
"Of course. Let's go back quickly. I can't wait for you to see my table."
"Since you invite me like this, then I will go." Werther thought to himself that since he has such a good attitude towards me now, he might agree to teach in the school.
At this time, Cavenrolle's grandfather and grandson were walking like flying, which was very different from before. Werther couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, thinking that the reason why they took such small steps just now must be because they didn't want to leave. Maybe the young painter was
He couldn't bear to leave me, and maybe the old gentleman really wanted to test me.
While on the road, he heard a growling sound in his stomach, and now he felt a little hungry.
Seeing him touching his belly, the young painter asked gently: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Did you not have lunch?"
"Yeah." Vittor nodded, "I haven't had time to eat yet, so I don't know what time it is now."
The young painter raised his eyebrows and said: "My grandfather and I came out of the house after having lunch. It was already half past twelve, and we walked around for about half an hour.
After meeting you, another ten to twenty minutes passed, and now it's probably past one in the afternoon."
Werther raised his head, squinted at the position of the sun, and whispered, "Maybe it's really already afternoon."
"In that case, Your Highness, please stop by my house for lunch. We have some food left at noon." The young painter smiled shyly.
"You kid, how can you let the eldest prince eat our leftover food!" The old man scolded him angrily, "Since you still like me, can't you cook some delicious food for me yourself?"
"Grandpa, I agree with what you said about preparing new food for him, but who said I like him?" The young painter blushed with embarrassment, stomped his feet desperately, and said quibly, "I don't like him at all.
"
"But your behavior is too similar." The old man said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. I will cook with you later and make some barbecue and soup for the eldest prince."
"However, I would rather make food for the eldest prince myself. Please don't help me today." The young painter took the old man's arm and said with a smile. At the same time, his eyes unconsciously looked at Werther, but he quickly avoided it.
.
Werther knew that he was a good boy, but he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. He thought to himself, listening to their conversation, it felt like he was more like a woman disguised as a man, and he might have a little crush on me. Alas, too many people
I like it but it’s also very distressing.
"I want to know whether your grandson is a boy or a girl?" Werther asked directly the doubts in his heart.
"Don't ask anything." The old man said, "Don't try to inquire about what happened to our family in the past. You will know it naturally when we are sure that we can let you know. You only know our surname is Cavinroll.
That’s it.”
"Well, okay then." Werther closed his mouth and continued walking forward.
After a while, they arrived in front of the house from last time. The old man took out the key, opened the door, and made an invitation gesture: "Your Highness, come in."
Werther walked in and found that it was very artistic and every place was quite beautiful. He couldn't help but be stunned and looked at every detail carefully.
He was even more surprised when he walked to an unpainted wooden table and saw lifelike peacocks, pheasants and hedgehogs painted on it, as well as many fruit trees, bushes and grasses that were so real that they seemed to be touched.
He turned around and asked: "Old sir, did you draw this?"
"This is not a painting, I carved it on it." The old man stood next to him, smiling with squinted eyes.
"It's actually carved!" Werther swallowed his saliva in surprise and stared at the picture. "These animals seem to be alive."
"This is not difficult for me, it just requires a lot of energy and time."
"He is indeed the most powerful painter around here." Werther asked, "How long were you there?"
"A month," the old man said, "I carved this ten years ago. In order to carve this pattern, I didn't take any orders that month. I was very satisfied after it was carved."
Werther couldn't help but admire his craftsmanship and continued to admire the pictures on the table.
"Your Highness, please sit down." The young painter said from the side, "I will get you milk. You drink it first. Lunch will be ready soon."
"Well, thank you very much." Werther said with some emotion.
"It's a joke~" the young painter smiled sheepishly, touched the back of his head and said, "I used to help my grandfather, but recently my grandfather and I cook together, and the food we cook every time tastes pretty good."
"You can both draw and cook. You are already very capable."
"It's not difficult at all. Your Highness, just wait."
He first brought a glass of milk to Werther, and then walked into the kitchen with confidence.
After a while, the sound of plates falling came from the kitchen.
The old man looked worried and asked loudly: "My child, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Grandpa, I can take care of the broken plate just now. Just sit there and wait for me!" The young painter's voice came from the kitchen, "You can let the eldest prince eat some dessert first."
"I'll put the dessert on the plate now." The old man held a cane and stood up from the sofa.
"Wait a minute, old gentleman!" Werther said hurriedly, "You don't have to take it for me. I'm worried that I won't be able to eat lunch after I eat dessert."
"That's right." The old man nodded, sat down, and continued to look at Werther with a smile, as if expecting him to say something.
Werther thought to himself, maybe I should say something now. It would be a bit embarrassing if I just sit like this.
He raised his eyelids, looked at the other person, and said straight to the point: "Old sir, what do you think about teaching in my school?"
"Ah, Your Highness, how did you know that I wanted to teach in school?" the old man asked in surprise.
"I think that since your view of me has changed, you might be willing to agree to this." Werther said with a smile.
"Yes, I promise you, I am willing to teach students painting and sculpture. But I am not doing it for money. I just hope that more people can learn the skills I know. My family has been teaching skills at home for many years.
There is little opportunity to teach these knowledge, skills and experiences to more people. It would be a pity if they were lost in the hands of a certain generation."
"What you said makes sense." Victor nodded, "I have seen your grandson's painting skills, but I never thought he could draw such a portrait at such a young age. Your level is far above him, and you can definitely draw better.
I am more experienced in painting.”
"That's true. I am willing to teach students my lifelong experience." He looked straight at Werther, his eyes serious and firm, his tone calm and confident, "I feel like this is my mission."
Werther smiled happily and said, "Because you are a very good painter, I will give you more wages."
"No, no, no." He waved his hand hurriedly and said, "Actually, I should thank His Highness for giving me such a good teaching opportunity so that I can realize my dream. You just need to give me some silver coins appropriately, otherwise I will feel
This is weird."
"That's nothing strange, sir," said Werther.
"But in my eyes, I'm not used to this. How about this, you only give me two silver coins every month."
"How can this work?" Werther said with some surprise, "The amount of money you mentioned is too small. The big bag of desserts you bought costs two silver coins and several copper coins."
"Then just think of it as the dessert money I earn for a few days." The old man smiled and said, "Don't try to persuade me anymore, I will only use this amount of money."
Seeing that he was stubborn, Werther said: "Okay, but I will compensate you in other ways."
"No need at all." The old man waved his hand, moved his upper body in front of him, and whispered, "Do you know how many gold coins I can earn from each painting?"
Werther shook his head and looked at him curiously.
"My paintings can be sold for between fifty and five hundred gold coins, and several times a year they are sold for hundreds of gold coins. I only paint one painting every month, which can make me and my grandson rich."