Before seeing Paper Princess in person, Yummy Feng Ge felt that the artist's paintings were really awesome.
He could even taste a hint of magic from the portrait - just admiring Zhi Ji's face and figure, he could keep Yuan Feng's eyes fixed on it for a long time.
Delicious Wind Goose believes that the editor of the newspaper must have thought so too. That’s why he put this painting on the front page of the newspaper.
But after seeing Paper Princess with his own eyes, Yummy Feng Goose knew the truth...
It turns out that Zhi Ji's appearance, just reproduced intact, is already a top-notch "magic painting". Even the extraordinary willpower of Delicious Wind Goose is completely unable to resist.
Although I don't know why, the passers-by around me didn't seem to see myself and Zhiji at all... and just walked on the road as usual.
The so-called "famous painter" Nigel Elliott painted a portrait of Paper Princess that looked "like a human being".
This may be a bit strange to say...
Although the appearance is about 90% similar, the indescribable beauty, the meaning of "the anchor of beauty", is not expressed at all.
Not only extraordinary people like Delicious Wind Goose, but even ordinary people will never be fascinated by this painting.
This can no longer be described by ordinary "shrinkage".
This is serious "dry stuff" - the kind that can expand several times after soaking in water.
"Actually, he has worked very hard."
Zhi Ji just chuckled softly, and while touching her drawing board from behind, she explained: "He is not an extraordinary person, and he accidentally saw my face... When he regained consciousness, I had already left.
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"He recreated the image based on a short moment of 'impression'. I have also looked at his paintings, and they are actually quite good. And his observation skills are also worthy of praise... he is able to scan the images at a glance.
Refining and restoring the hazy impressions produced in the past is enough to show that his talent is quite good."
Zhi Ji excused the painter seriously.
Although the other party was not here, and it was absolutely impossible to hear the conversation, Zhiji did not have any harsh words or criticism towards the painter...
It should not be directed at that painter, but at the love of all painters.
——Zhi Ji is attached to the painter.
That’s why she’s called Zhi Ji...
For some reason, Delicious Wind Goose is reluctant to use "He" to address this goddess.
"Stop talking about that, let's take a look at your paintings."
Zhi Ji pulled out a painting.
She smiled and handed the painting to Delicious Wind Goose.
...What can I look good at? I see too much when I look at myself in the mirror...
Delicious Wind Goose complained in his heart.
But he took the painting obediently and unfolded it politely.
But after he saw the painting clearly, he was suddenly stunned.
It is indeed his own appearance. Delicious Wind Goose can tell at a glance.
But other than that…
——Not the same at all.
He was wearing the uniform of a city guard, which was painted into a shabby but clean red monk's robe by Paper Girl. He stepped on the snow with bare feet, and his feet were full of scars.
His eyebrows were stained with white frost marks, and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed, revealing endless distress and hesitation. His back was straight and straight, his shoulders were stable and broad, there were subtle scars and abrasions on the top of his head, and his expression was silent and his eyes were firm.
His left arm hung down inside the monk's robe, and his clenched fist could see the entanglement and wavering in his heart. In his right hand, he held a handful of dark red blood and placed it in front of his mouth, but he did not drink it.
He stared at the rippling pool of blood in his hands and fell into memories and contemplation.
Behind him was a huge, setting sun and snowy scene. The shadows hit the side of his face, outlining the outline of his chin.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion…
Delicious Wind Goose looked at this "self" and could even vaguely feel "what he was thinking". It was as if he was really a monk holding a cup.
...What kind of divine art photo is this?
Delicious Wind Goose was greatly shaken.
His first reaction was to take a screenshot.
"...If I want to buy it, how much will I have to pay?"
He asked hesitantly: "And...are my feelings so intense?"
"My rule is always to give. But you only have one chance."
Zhi Ji said gently: "I won't tell the buyer how much each painting is worth - I will only sell it to you if the price you ask is higher than its true value. But if the price you ask is less than the price, I will sell it to you."
I won't charge you money...but will give you a free copy, the value of which is equivalent to the souvenir you asked for before.
"As I said before, I'll give you a 50% discount - as long as you ask for half of its true value, I'll sell it to you. This painting doesn't have a name yet. If you name it
If you get my approval, I will give you another 50% discount.
"As for your emotions...of course they are not that exaggerated.
"This is an appropriate fiction. In order to better display the beauty I have seen, I extracted, abstracted and purified the conflict between emotion, desire and will. The final effect is like this -
It is the crystallization of your desire and will. If you gaze at this painting and meditate every day, your willpower will also be improved by feeling this pain."
Zhi Ji showed a beautiful smile and said calmly: "The so-called painter is a profession that captures the ubiquitous 'beauty' in life, refines it, and embodies it.
"Works should have their own life - that's what I think."
"...You are truly an amazing painter."
Delicious Feng Goose praised sincerely.
This was his first face-to-face conversation with the gods of this world.
He was also deeply impressed by Zhiji's magnanimity and freedom.
If he hadn't known anything about painting, he might have devoted his loyalty to Paper Princess by now...
Are all the gods in this world such charming beings?
Delicious Wind Goose thought of the Fufu and Silver Siren he had met before.
There is no need to say more about Sir Silver.
Even as an enemy, as a "monster", Fu Fu, although the delicious wind goose was unable to look directly at him due to his power, he still felt the entangled elegance, calmness and kindness in him.
"But I...I don't have much money."
Delicious Wind Goose said helplessly: "Can I pay on credit? Or exchange it for items of equal value?"
"No credit, but barter is allowed - under the witness of Sir Silver, I will recycle it fairly and at its due value."
Zhi Ji said with a smile and urged: "Let's give it a name first."
"...I can't think of a good name."
Delicious Wind Goose was silent for a long time, and then answered honestly: "This is the only thing I can give -"
He said, patting his belt.
There were ten metal bottles the size of lighters stored there.
"Ten bottles of demon blood..."
Zhi Ji, however, frowned slightly as if she could see through the delicious goose.
She thought for a moment, then asked again: "How about you try to come up with a name first?"
As soon as she said these words, Delicious Feng Ge felt something was wrong in her heart.
The value of ten bottles of devil's blood should be more than the 2.5% discount of this painting, but less than the 50% discount... although I don't know how it is calculated.
The purchase price of the devil's blood is less than ten pounds, but a bottle can be sold for eighty pounds in the royal capital; and these ten bottles are given as a deductible salary of three hundred pounds to the delicious wind goose...
But no matter what, it is a good thing to ask for a higher price.
If you can't buy it, you can get a gift of equal value.
Rationally speaking, compared with a painting of unknown use, exchanging it for a gift is a more rational and stable choice.
But I still want to try the delicious goose...
"..."Monk in Front of the Cliff", is that okay?"
He frowned and looked at the painting, pondered for a long time, and then asked tentatively.
Zhi Ji tilted her head and thought for a while.
"If the title of this painting was given by someone else, I would not sell it."
She squinted her eyes and showed a cute smile that made Yummy Wind Goose suddenly think of Annan, and laughed softly: "But since you said it yourself... the name itself is another contradiction. From this perspective, it
On the contrary, the value of the painting has been enhanced by enhancing the value of the painting itself.
"In terms of equivalent conversion...I will accept the gift you gave me without any hesitation."
Zhiji said, reaching out and touching the belt of Delicious Wind Goose.
The next moment, Delicious Wind Goose felt that all the bottles on the inside of the belt suddenly disappeared.
"I'm leaving, little brother... I'll see you later."
At the same time as Zhiji's voice fell.
Her figure disappeared like a dream.
The moment Yummy Feng Goose's eyes left Zhi Ji, Yummy Feng Ge noticed that the impression of Zhi Ji's appearance in his mind was quickly fading... In the blink of an eye, not even a trace was left.
...This may be the brain's "lowering" process for self-protection.
Delicious Wind Goose was silent and carefully rolled up the scroll.
The passers-by around also cast curious glances at the delicious goose wearing city guard uniforms and holding a scroll.
——No more patrols for now.
In short, let’s find the monster teacher and the others first to help hide this painting...