But it was rare for Zhi Ji to see Annan... plus she had a very poor sense of time, so she spent most of the day wandering around like this.
Although Annan has hinted it many times, otherwise they would go see Yaweng first and then go out with her...
But Paper Princess is quite clingy.
Annan wasn't even sure whether Zhi Ji was shopping with him or he was shopping with his "aunt"...
Zhiji kept buying all kinds of snacks, clothes, and accessories for Annan. She took Annan almost in a circle in Denisoya, and kept stuffing Annan with things she thought were delicious. The most outrageous thing was that she also bought Annan.
I bought a villa right next to the headquarters of Zhiji Church.
Yes, Paper Princess also has her own church in Denisoya. And its scale is quite large... After all, more painters want to be taught by Paper Princess than Yaweng, or have been helped by Paper Princess.
The greatest reward these painters can give... is to try their best to help Zhiji run her church. Zhiji will also give them a certain amount of Holy Light Seal as a salary.
Therefore, while Zhi Ji did not run her own church at all and had been traveling around the world selling "limited edition magic paintings" to earn living expenses for those painters in difficult conditions, many more people were promoted to "bishop" for no reason.
believer.
When Annan and Zhi Ji were shopping on the road, they would often see people saluting her on the roadside.
Those who can look directly at the beauty of Zhiji without having their rationality broken...thus those people who are allowed to see her by Zhiji are almost all Zhiji's bishops.
They were a little surprised when they saw the intimate gesture between their god Zhi Ji and Grand Duke Annan - however, their professionalism as excellent painters allowed them to clearly detect the similarity in the faces of Zhi Ji and Annan at a glance.
.
As a result, they suddenly had a little more respect for Annan.
Annan suddenly understood...
The reason why Zhi Ji chose a day to take her out for a walk.
She was probably trying to get the bishops from her own church to come over and "recognize her" so that they wouldn't look at her and cause trouble for Annan. She was also using her connections to pave the way for Annan.
But later, Annan realized that he might have thought too much.
Zhi Ji may simply be because she hasn't seen Annan for a long time...after all, she still went shopping until she lost track of time.
When she hurried back to Yaweng's house with Annan and Isaac, it was almost dusk.
"It's so miserable..."
Zhiji let out a mournful cry.
Annan calmed down instead: "It seems that Yaweng is really not in a hurry..."
Otherwise, I would have probably lost my patience and called them back.
Speaking of which... Yaweng's body seems to be a dove?
Like his three sisters, Yaweng is a "winged creature" and a "son of the night". And his true form should be the world's first dove.
Those who are pigeons will be like pigeons.
This is also very reasonable.
To Annan's surprise, Zhiji took out the key from her arms.
Just like opening the door of an ordinary person's house, he used the key to open the door very normally. During the whole process, Annan did not feel any trace of extraordinary power.
No one alive was seen on the first floor of the villa.
There are only some sculptures and wax figures placed randomly.
But how to put it...
Just like those sculptures made by "Man in the Mirror".
These most outstanding sculptures look unmistakable for living people.
Annan has seen wax figures from the "Beauty of Imbalance" collection.
Those are top-notch works at the level of mortals. They look as if a living person has been directly sealed with wax. A glance at them will even scare the faint of heart.
He had also seen the sculptures made by Michelangelo in the past.
Those sculptures gave Annan the feeling that they were not so "real" but "more distinctive".
The movements and expressions of those sculptures have transcended the postures that ordinary people should have. They are no longer "like living people", but "like characters in myths".
It is the kind of person who can immediately tell with just one glance that the person depicted in this sculpture does not exist as a real prototype.
The sculptures and wax figures made by Ya Weng also gave Annan a similar feeling.
But unlike the sculptures made by Michelangelo...
These sculptures and wax figures by Ya Weng give people a sense of "this is definitely not real", but at the same time they also give people a sense of fear as if "they will come alive immediately".
It's like the feeling you get when you enter a ruined temple on a rainy night with lightning and thunder, and lightning suddenly flashes from the sky. The Buddha statue is illuminated for an instant, showing an expression that is half-smiling but not smiling...
It's as if...these sculptures have souls.
It is not that someone's soul is sealed in the sculpture, but that the sculpture itself generates its own sanity.
"Yo... I'm back."
Annan followed Zhi Ji upstairs. Before he reached the third floor, an old voice slowly sounded from above his head.
I saw an old man sitting peacefully in the tea room in the hall, holding something in his left hand, holding a slender carving knife in his right hand, and carving something in the palm of his left hand.
He was an old man with a hooked nose, a beret, deep eyes, and a thin face. His skin was slightly wrinkled, and he wore thick glasses on his face. He looked like an old scholar.
He looks a bit like an older version of Zun, and also looks like a thinner Osamu Tezuka. But what makes people care about him are his fingers.
From an artist's point of view, his fingers are too fair and slender. There are no calluses, but they are very stable.
Because Yaweng squinted his eyes and concentrated on carving something with a straight face, it was impossible to tell what his mood was.
The old man just glanced sideways at Annan and Zhiji who had just gone upstairs: "Do you still know about coming back?"
Then, he nodded slightly to the chair next to him: "Sit."
"Why……"
Zhi Ji responded nonchalantly and subconsciously moved closer.
Yaweng suddenly glared: "I didn't let you sit down! You stand aside and reflect first - child, you sit down."
"OK, thanks."
Annan sat down next to Yaweng neatly.
He didn't ask directly what he wanted to ask.
He just tilted his head and looked at Yaweng's work at hand.
That's just a human finger bone. It's a complete middle finger.
But Annan didn't need a magnifying glass to see steam engines, gears, firearms, and machine springs in the extremely precise patterns on it... Just looking at it, it was as if he could see an entire era.
Annan even had the illusion that if Yaweng let go of his hand from this finger bone, the steam engine carved in this finger bone would be able to run on its own!
"This is a bone sculpture."
Ya Weng said lightly: "An art that is tabooed by people."
As he spoke, he blew gently and placed the phalanx in front of him.
Annan then noticed that there was a right hand made of brass placed in front of his desk. The details of this right hand were extremely realistic, but the back of the hand was opened, revealing the continuously rotating gears inside.
Its thumb is a living plant, the index finger is a gem, the ring finger is wood, and the little finger is jade. They are wrapped around the back of the brass hand, without any sense of disharmony, but with a strange incomplete beauty.
Ya Weng placed the carved human bone middle finger on the only missing middle finger of the mechanical right hand.
The mechanical right hand suddenly made a fist on its own.
In an instant, it became "the perfect thing."
As if it had been given life, it floated on its own.
Yaweng no longer paid attention to the bone sculpture that he had just stared at with great concentration, but waved his hand in disgust.
Then the "hand" bowed to Yaweng and flew away on its own.
"A random gadget I made while I was waiting for you."
Yawen noticed Annan's gaze and explained casually: "If you like it, take it with you when you leave."
Having said this, Yaweng glared at Zhi Ji.
Zhiji made an embarrassed hehehe sound.
In front of Annan, Zhi Ji was like an elder, but in front of Ya Weng, she was like a little girl pretending to be well-behaved in front of the teacher.