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Chapter 515

Balsa returned to his studio with his carriage.

It used to be the studio of Master Vallo, and is now inherited by him.

I took out the key and was about to open the door when I was suddenly startled.

Did you see something strange just now?

Looking up and diagonally to the left, I saw a man in armor sitting on the outer edge of a window four or five meters above the ground, much higher than an ordinary building, using a sword in his hand to pry open the window.

"Armor Monster!"

Naturally, the other party's reputation made Balsa immediately recognize the person's identity. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground and lost his grip on the key, falling aside.

Ren finally "noticed" that the owner of the studio was back, so he put away the "Frustration" sword and had something else in his hand: a window.

"Ah~ turns out someone lives here."

Renn said hello to Balsa - holding up a window in his hand.

In fact, he followed Balsa all the way, but he arrived a little early after confirming his destination.

Seeing Balsa sitting on the ground, looking at him in shock, Renn looked at the window in his hand and suddenly realized: "Oh, sorry, I forgot, I'll put it back on for you."

After saying that, he pressed the window against the frame, but immediately after letting go of his hand, he let out an "Oops!"

Balsa couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear the sound of things falling to the ground and breaking from inside.

When he came back to his senses, the armored monster was already standing in front of him, looking down at him, and even bent down and stretched out his hand, which scared Balsa and backed away.

But the expected pain did not come, and the armored monster just picked up the key that fell aside.

"take it easy."

Ren opened the door and said, "I just heard that Master Valo's "Life" series has a new work, and I want to see it."

When Balsa mentioned the painting, most of his fear suddenly disappeared, and he asked alertly and eagerly: "How do you know? What are you going to do?!"

After saying that, a strong fear came over me - this is a weirdo in armor!

Especially the armored weirdo didn't answer, but said "wait a moment" to him, then lowered his head to find the key and opened the door.

Balsa even considered taking the opportunity to escape.

But when he struggled internally for a long time and was finally ready to leave, "Kacha", the door opened.

Ren opened the door and entered the room, casually as if it was his territory. He looked back at Balsa who was still sitting on the ground and extended an invitation as a guest: "Won't you come in?"

Balsa almost cried, but he didn't dare to say no, so he crawled in with help.

Ren looked at the situation in the room while answering the previous question.

"Since you have recognized me, you should also know that I have said before that I am a treasure thief." Ren was walking, and suddenly turned back, startling Balsa: "By the way, I was

what do you say that is?"

Seeing that Balsa couldn't explain it, he didn't care: "It doesn't matter, it's just made up casually anyway. Anyway, I like treasures very much, so I came here to appreciate Master Vallo's final work."

"no!"

Renn looked down at Balsa's hand that was reaching towards him, and became more interested in the painting: "You care about this painting?"

….

After noticing Ren's gaze, Balsa retracted his hand violently, his whole body trembling, but he defended himself: "It was created by the teacher before he died. As the teacher's only apprentice, I must protect it."

, let the world see the teacher’s talent, and prevent this painting from being buried.”

Ren waved his hand and said indifferently: "This is not a big deal. If you tell them that the armored weirdo stole it, everyone will know how excellent this painting is."

"But...."

Ren interrupted Balsa and stopped outside a door: "This should be the right place."

He opened the door and went in. Inside was a small warehouse with some wooden shelves and old and worn painting tools. The floor was also dirty enough, with various things scattered on it.

There are various paints and many footprints.

Directly below the window on the inner wall is the window that Ren had removed earlier.

What has been broken cannot be broken again.

What worried Ren was that there were many rolls of drawing paper piled on a wooden shelf.

He walked over, picked up a roll at random, flattened it out and saw that it was a simple drawing, and the drawing style was quite sloppy, and he could only tell that it was an old man.

The strange thing is that the eyes are not drawn.

Renn took another roll, which also showed an old man without eyes.

Checking the others again, they all have similar content.

"what are these?"

Balsa tremblingly replied: "The teacher's self-portrait, the teacher has often painted this kind of thing since... since he got older, saying that he can see himself clearly. They are all painted casually. In addition to the ones here, there are actually many more.

Once disposed of, it’s worthless and just piled here haphazardly.”

[It has been running stably for many years. It is comparable to the old version of the book chasing artifact. It is used by old bookworms, huann. 】

Seeing Ren looking towards him, he quickly added: "Of course you can if you want, you can still sell it for a little money."

That was not what Ren was concerned about. He pointed to the painting on his hand: "Is this a self-portrait of your teacher? Is he blind?"

Balsa shook his head: "Of course not. Although blind people are not completely unable to draw, my teacher is a master. What's more, he is best known for his extreme use of color. How could he be blind?"

Ren roughly understood that it was only what he saw that was like this, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Before leaving the room, Balsa suddenly remembered that the teacher once said that he was blind.

But that's what the teacher was talking about, and how did the armored weirdo figure it out?

With an anxious mood, Balsa continued to follow Ren.

Not long after, the two stopped in front of a painting.

"Is this the "Field"?" After asking, Renne realized that "The Field" had been sold, so of course this one was not authentic.

"This is my imitation, and it has been approved by the teacher."

When Balsa said this, he was still a little proud. This painting was the one he had most successfully imitated - he considered it.

He told others that Master Vallo was very satisfied with it and allowed it to be exhibited.

In fact, this painting had been kept for a long time, and it was only allowed to hang in the studio after Master Varlot's death.

"But this is a little different from the real ones I've seen before."

Ren stepped forward and looked at the picture carefully. He didn't understand this very well, and he had never even seen the original painting live, but he could clearly feel the difference between the two paintings.

In his impression of the original "Field", the colors used for the wheat fields in the painting were withered and yellow, lifeless.

"But in your painting, the paint seems to be much brighter."

The difference is visible at a glance. After all, the emotion that this "Field" is meant to express is "joy."

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