13 Mink Street

"Praise Rielsa!"

"Praise the wall god!"

The two sons-in-law, Zhun Weng, sat face to face.

"Oh."

Mr. Bader sighed, and the posture seemed more natural than before.

Karen did the same, leaning back.

Eunice came over with a tray with two rolls of hot towels on it. Using a clip, she handed one roll to her father and the other roll to Karen.

Both men unfolded the hot towel with their fingers, shook them back and forth slightly, and covered them on the back of their hands.

Afterwards, Mr. Bader wiped his hair with a towel, and Karen put the towel on his face.

"Eunice, your grandfather and your second uncle are coming back soon, so prepare some towels for them."

"Okay, father."

After Eunice left, Mr. Bader hung the wiped towel on the easel, stood up, and said:

"Master Karen, I think we can talk to the study."

"Um."

Karen also dropped the towel on the easel, but couldn't hang it. The towel slipped off and smeared the middle piece. It happened to separate the people under the eaves of the painting from the middle of the auditorium in the distance, showing the effect from the picture. Look, it seems that there are two "worlds" under the same picture.

Bede stood behind Karen and exclaimed:

"This is the inspiration for art."

Karen smiled: "This is just an accident."

Bader shook his head and said: "Many artists are inspired by accidents, but they are embarrassed to say that, or, if they say it, no one will believe it."

Karen nodded: "I believe the artist's words."

The two went to the third floor and entered the study.

"Where are you sitting or me?" Karen pointed to the position behind the desk.

"Master, you must be sitting." Mr. Bader leaned slightly and took the initiative to sit at the desk.

Karen didn't refuse, and sat down behind the desk.

"So, is that why you can't awaken your blood, Mr. Bader?"

Bader nodded and said, "It should be."

Belief is exclusive;

It is impossible to say that I believe in him and in her at the same time. That is hobby, not faith.

When Mr. Bader chose to believe in Muralism, he naturally could no longer stimulate his family blood, and he could not embark on the family belief system.

After all, even if the scale and influence of Muralism have been small, while in the last epoch the Mural God Reilsa was defined as a Cthulhu by the God of Order and suppressed it, but no one can erase that Muralism is one. The fact of the "church".

"You surprised me," Karen said. "It's so hidden."

Even Pu'er didn't even find it.

Of course, if Pu'er had discovered it, it would probably not be angry because the descendants of the family had believed in a cult. On the contrary, it would be pleasantly surprised when a strange melon grew out of a group of short winter melons.

After all, it is different from the tacit encirclement and suppression of the remnants of Guangming Divine Sect by major churches today. Only Order Divine Sect is truly sensitive to Mural Sect.

After all, the wall **** Ruili Ersa was personally suppressed by the **** of order, so the two churches are natural rivals, but because even at the peak of the wall god, the relative order **** is just a small fish, so even if it is order The religious religion does not have much enthusiasm for "eliminating evil and doing everything" to the remnants of the religious religion.

Therefore, Mr. Bader believes in Muralism. As long as he doesn't go outside to preach it loudly, basically no one will deliberately ask him for personal troubles.

Oh,

But there is a family trouble here, because Karen remembers that the black coral powder production workshop under the name of the Allen family is exclusively for the Order of York City, so once this matter is exposed, it will affect the Allen family's business.

"When did you first come into contact with Muralism?" Karen asked.

"When I was very young...even when I was very young, I was very interested in painting." Mr. Bader said.

Karen nodded.

He knows that this is a kind of answer-style paving, and most people choose this answer to pave the way for the purpose of buying time for thinking about the next lies.

"Actually, my family bloodline talent may really not be high. The eldest brother and the second brother successfully awakened when they were very young. I was much slower than them, but at that time I already felt a little bit.

But Master Karen, you should understand that children like to compete with each other, even with their own brothers, especially families like ours.

Therefore, although I can slightly perceive a little bit of the ancestor blood in my body, I also understand that my talent is too much worse than that of the two brothers, so I am not very keen on this path.

Then, I found records about Muralism in the family library. I think this should be something I want to pursue.

In the beginning, it was really because of hobbies.

I started looking for those mural painters, and I would also communicate with those wandering painters, and try to integrate into their circle as much as possible;

Then, I managed to find a believer of Muralism, and he took me into the "temple" of Muralism. There, I came into contact with the doctrine of Muralism. I also saw the true **** in an illustration. The image of Ruili Ersa.

I am shocked by the doctrine, I am fascinated by Rilisa;

In the end, I was willing to follow him to believe in the Bishop.

If I don’t believe in the Buddhism, it may take another two to three years, or four to five years. When I reach adulthood, I should be able to reach the bloodline level.

However, maybe the ancestors also realized that my faith was not pure enough, so they didn't choose me in the beginning. "

Speaking of this,

Mr. Bader raised his head and looked at the portrait of the ancestor Allen hanging on the wall behind the desk.

"It's a bit ironic." Karen said while poking the desk lightly with a pen, "After all, you used to sit in this position."

The patriarch sitting under the portrait of the ancestor actually believed in a foreign teacher.

However, Karen immediately added:

"But this picture, if it is painted, even if it is painted in a realistic way without making the slightest change, it will still feel beautiful."

Hearing these words, Bader closed his eyes and took a deep breath, revealing an expression of great enjoyment;

Real artists are lonely. For them, the happiest thing is to meet a person with the same aesthetics as their own, and arouse a resonance, and this resonance can prove that they are on the road full of darkness. , In fact, is not alone.

"Master Karen, I have wanted to paint this picture many times. You are right. It is really beautiful.

When people outside see this painting, they will only think that it is a very simple picture of the patriarch’s office;

But when people who know the inside story appreciate it, they can feel the beauty of silent irony.

However, out of respect for the ancestors, I still controlled my desire to write. "

"So I'm very curious about one thing." Karen looked at Mr. Bader, "Please don't blame me for asking too bluntly."

"Excuse me."

"Can you fight?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that I am good at drawing, not good at fighting."

"Anything else?" Karen asked, "I want to be more specific."

"Without your arrival, the family will continue to face pressure from the Raphael family now. This has nothing to do with my concealment of my beliefs.

You should be clear that if I expose my beliefs, the family situation will only get worse.

Therefore, in this regard, my father and I have the same views, that is, your arrival has brought hope to the Allen family.

and,

After seeing a pool of holy water in the auditorium, we can even look forward to more. "

A smile appeared on Karen's face.

"You don't believe what I said?" Mr. Bede asked.

Karen lied: "No, I believe what you said."

Mr. Bader nodded and said: "Yes, who would watch his family be in a dangerous situation and be indifferent, just hiding himself? After all, my surname is Allen."

"Of course, you are still the patriarch."

However, what came to Karen's mind were the letter Linda had given herself and Piaget with disheveled hair.

For religious belief, Linda can leave her husband twice;

so,

Don't talk about relationships with these religious artist lunatics!

"Master Karen, how did you know about the Muralism? I mean, there are really very few people who know about Muralism. Or, how do you know about me?

It can't be because of the painting that I haven't had time to take away, right? "

Karen pointed to his forehead: "Because I have completed the purification."

Hearing this explanation, Bader showed a look of astonishment on his face and asked, "You really saw it because of my painting?"

Because he knew that Karen had just completed the purification, the only clue Karen could get was the painting.

"Yes."

"It's... magical." Bader took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, "The shock you brought to me is truly unparalleled, worthy of being the grandson of Master Diss."

"In addition, I know about Muralism because I have a good friend in Luojia. His wife is also a believer in Muralism, and her name is Linda."

"Linda?"

"Do you know her?"

"Yes, I know her. I went to visit your grandfather in Luojia. During that period, I actually met two women, one is my current wife Jenny, and the other...oh no, at that time Linda can't be called a woman yet, she's just a little girl, held by her mother's hands."

"So, are you Linda's guide?" Karen asked.

"No, it's not. I know Linda at a secret fresco gathering held in Luojia. Her parents brought her with her. Their family is all followers of frescoism.

One of her works at that time left a deep impression on me, so I took the initiative to communicate with her. She is a very cute girl. It can also be seen that she has a natural relationship with art and murals. Perseverance and appreciation. "

"Later, do you still have contact?"

"I saw it once a few years ago, but not in Ruilan, but in Wien. After I became the patriarch, I stopped participating in fresco gatherings because I was afraid that I would expose my identity and drag down the family.

But I would go to see the art exhibition. In an art exhibition, I saw Linda again.

I didn't know her at all at the time. After all, little girls will change a lot when they grow up, but men..."

Mr. Bader touched his cheek,

"Men will not change much in their appearance for a period of time."

Karen nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"Linda recognized me and we drank coffee together. She told me that she had come to Wien to study at the Art Academy. We were simply reminiscing about the past. In fact, we all deliberately avoided talking about the church.

I was not allowed because of my identity, and she was talking about a boyfriend who majored in psychology. She was in a good relationship. She just agreed to his marriage proposal and was about to leave school and return to Ruilan.

After we blessed each other in our future lives, we each drank the last sip of coffee in the cup. "

"Then do you want to know how she is now?"

"To be honest, I don't really want to know." Mr. Bader shook his head, "Because of her relationship with me, it's a long time ago, but she should be living happily, her boyfriend, oh no, her husband Should love her very much, right?"

"Yes, her husband loves her very much."

"Well, that's good." Mr. Bader nodded, "She deserves happiness."

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the study.

"It should be me." Bader pointed to himself and said, "Father should want to store that pool of holy water as soon as possible, and I still have to thank you again for the gift."

"This is what I should do."

Bader did not ask about the income and value distribution of this holy water. It was not the greed of the Allen family, but the real patriarch of the Allen family. In fact, it was Karen himself. Strictly speaking, Karen owns all the assets of the Allen family. Qualifications, so if you ask about the specific distribution, it will seem very interesting.

Karen reached out and pressed the bell on the desk, the study door was opened, and Borg stood at the door:

"Mr. Bader, the lord calls you over."

"Okay, I see, go and tell the master, I will come right away."

"Yes."

Bede stood up and bowed slightly to Karen:

"I am really grateful for your coming, which brings hope to our Allen family.

After all, although artists generally live in despair, artists generally don't like despair.

With your arrival, I can finally unload the burden and go to the palace where I am obsessed with art.

Of course, if you need to use my place, I will work for you at any time, my respect, Master Karen. "

Bede turned and walked out of the study.

From beginning to end, he did not ask Karen to help him keep the secret, because he knew that this sentence was the same as the distribution of the benefits of the holy water, and there was no need to mention it.

Karen sat in the chair and continued to turn the pen in his hand.

He didn't believe what Mr. Bader said, because Piaget had also naively believed that Linda would never leave him.

in addition,

The rule of the Immeles family is: doubt, never stay overnight!

But here,

It's Allen's house.

Karen closed her eyes and began to think and remember:

—

"I told him how Hoffen helped me perfect the super-standard **** surrender ritual of the Order of God, and also helped him make preparations. He is going to fulfill his long-cherished wish and summon a true evil god, but he is destined Will fail.

Because his strength and realm are not enough, he is destined to be turned into ashes in the summoning ceremony. The most important thing is that he does not have enough things to sacrifice. "

"Then why..."

"Because of the dream, he himself knew that he could not really summon the ancestor, but he should be able to meet the ancestor and say a few words before he dies with the altar.

…

"By the way, Grandpa, I know who the strange monster you said is going to help us with the aftermath."

"Oh."

—

With a sound of "Da...", the pen that was originally rotating in his hand fell on the desk.

Karen opened his eyes slowly.

Talking to himself:

"So, the reason for letting my wife and daughter go to Luojia City instead of myself is really to allow myself to go to the art exhibition?"

...

"Bade, you arrange these things, and you must handle them carefully. You know the value of this holy water!"

"Yes, father, I understand, I will tell people to do it right away."

"Um."

"However, it rains today. I think it is better to let someone start pumping water for storage tomorrow. In case the rain gets mixed in, it may reduce the quality of the holy water."

"Well, yes, you thought about it well, so tomorrow. Mike, you take someone to protect the auditorium."

"Yes, father."

After talking with his father and brother, Bader went straight to the basement of the castle.

Seeing his back away,

Old Anderson said helplessly: "He is going to his studio again."

Mike comforted: "This is my brother's interest."

"Fortunately, Master Karen is here now." Old Anderson patted his forehead lightly, "I won't be so angry, forget it, let him go."

…

Mr. Bader walked into the basement. There are three basements below the castle.

One is the storage room, the other is the former fortifications, and the other is Mr. Bede's studio.

"Snapped!"

Turn on the lights,

Mr. Bader walked into it, and there were many paintings covered with white cloth.

He kept walking in, ignoring all the other works, and walked directly to the deepest wall in the studio. On the wall, there was also a large white cloth hanging.

Mr. Bader closed his eyes and waved his fingers lightly. Then he walked to the small wine cabinet in the nearby painting room with a smile on his face, poured himself a glass of red wine, took a big sip, and put down the wine glass;

He picked up a violin next to it, adjusted it, and brewed a feeling with the red wine that had just been eaten.

next moment,

The melodious piano sounded in the basement;

Mr. Bader walked back and forth while pulling the violin. This is his performance alone. He is the player and the audience;

The melodious sound of the piano gradually turned into cheerfulness from the beginning,

From cheerful to high-pitched again,

finally,

From high-pitchedness to excitement that can ignite the fire in people's hearts!

"Crack!"

The last note falls,

Mr. Bader bowed to the wall in front of him for a curtain call.

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Reached out and pulled down the white cloth hanging on the wall.

The white cloth fell,

Reveals a huge picture painted on the wall;

In the painting, a man is standing on the roof of a building, holding a box in his hand, looking up at the woman in the sky above with a smile;

And the woman stretched her hand into the air while weeping;

The sky was full of dark clouds, but in the depths of the dark clouds, there was a figure of a giantess.

In the corner directly below the picture, an altar is painted.

Mr. Bader picked up half a glass of red wine, and enjoyed the mural while tasting the wine;

This is Linda's painting;

Mr. Bader suddenly smiled:

"But the painter, how can it appear in your own paintings?"