Later, even the city's most powerful people, the Count of Ornein, brought his family to the Cathedral of Sainte-Fei to see the paintings.

This is something that the people of the universal religion did not expect.

At that time, it was the family of the Count of Onen, who were received by the bishop of the diocese and the elders of Ria.

This family is all laymen, where do they know how much oil painting, they are here to join in the fun. The only one in the family who knew some art was the Countess. However, her level is at most higher than that of a layman, so naturally, she taught these daughters to be inferior to her.

It is also quite interesting to talk about the Countess of Aunein, who is a "third sister" in her generation and a "third sister" in her daughter's generation.

Fortunately, the church does not need to buy the accounts of these nobles, let alone a church like the Ecumenical Church, which does not rely on the support of the aristocracy.

Therefore, although the bishop of the diocese had a smile on his face, he did not have much stammering. After all, he also knew that this family all believed in the Holy World.

The elder also had a polite smile on his face, but he was standing there like a Roman column, with no intention of interpreting the painting.

The Count of Aunein was very energetic, and his oily face was full of unconcealed curiosity, and when he caught the two of them asking questions, it felt as if the earl's soul had been converted to art the moment he stepped into the church. But even so, he should go to Xindu Sect and accept the edification of art, instead of chatting with the two in front of him here.

In fact, Count Aunein just wanted to ask more questions, so that he could have more conversations at the nobles' gatherings in the future. The aristocrats seem to have such a stinky problem, and they obviously know a lot of things, but they all like to express their "unique" opinions when there are many people.

Of course, like Count Onein, who has no goods in his stomach, can only come here and return with "knowledge".

Even if the Earl had put down his body, the bishop of the diocese would not have understood the painting.

The bishop glanced at Ria in embarrassment, but the old man looked at his nose and nose and his heart, and lowered his head to carefully study the rubble tiles under his feet.

Seeing such an attitude of the ecumenical people, the Earl's daughters were immediately displeased. They didn't really want to come to this kind of place, and when they saw that they were being poured cold water, they began to raise their voices and scold. Of course, they don't look down on this so-called universal religion in their bones.

"It's rare, isn't it just a broken painting that I don't know about, and I really take myself seriously. The eldest daughter, Alyssa, said disdainfully.

"That's it, it's really a treasure. The second daughter, Mena, said helpfully.

Only the youngest daughter, Fia, was the most self-aware and did not say a word. Although she couldn't understand what the painting was about, she still understood in her heart, "This is not a broken painting." This technique, this level, is already much higher than the oil painting teacher at home. ”

To say that the minds of the eldest sister and the second sister are really impressive, this doesn't indirectly scold their father. If it's really a famous work, then your family still comes to hold stinky feet?

The bishop and the elder Ria looked calm, as if they had become accustomed to such cynicism, as if they had heard someone say something from their hearts.

So to speak, in the Traleste Mountains to

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North, these aristocrats have had a deep-seated contempt for ecumenical religion for centuries, and the congregation of ecumenism has long been accustomed to it. In addition, the bishop and Ria are also well-cultivated people, so naturally they don't care about these things, and they just think that the wind is blowing in their ears.

The Count glared back at the two daughters, and under the persuasion of the Countess, the two unruly daughters stopped.

Seeing that these two of the Ecumenical Sect were not interested in explaining more to themselves, the Count did not force it, and he was not a strong person in the first place.

Then the conversation turned to the hand of the person who made the painting.

After all, this curved dome has been empty for so many years, which master has been caught this time? In fact, not only the earl, but many people in this city of Zandz have an infinite interest in this mysterious genius painter.

Many people think that the universal religion can't get an honorarium, so they can't find celebrity painters for so many years. Actually, it's not, it's really as Ria said, the reason is just that you can't find the right person. Ecumenism is not as poor as people think.

As for the author of the painting, Elder Ria only mentions lightly, "He is a young painter, not very famous", and does not even mention the name.

Count Onene nodded helplessly.

His eldest daughter and second daughter felt a burst of disdain in their hearts: "Sure enough, it came from the hands of some unpopular painter... ”

Ria may have done this out of the protection of Alven, after all, he didn't know if Alwyn had any intention of becoming famous, and of course maybe he simply didn't want to explain so clearly to the earl.

But when he was in Nabelamar Town, he didn't know that Alvin was a showman.

Of course, this is also to blame for Alvin himself, who even forgot to sign his name after finishing the painting.

Even though the ecumenical clergy were tight-lipped and didn't say much, that Rusty Philodi had seen Alvin. So when the story of Zandz reached Tyrell, the eldest son of the Philodius family gave the name "Alwyn Ferret".

Of course, when Rusty talked about Alvin with others, his mind was full of the painter's beautiful wife.

As a result, the unfamiliar name "Alvin Ferry" was passed back to Zants.

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And our protagonist, who seems to enjoy this game of "hide and seek", continues to play his trick of "real people do not show up".

Because of the "Believer", the Ecumenical Church has added a lot of honoraria to him, so he doesn't have to worry about Looney anymore in the near future. Alvin generously took a portion of it out to help him.

After resigning, he took it, after all, the taste of being cold and starving was not so pleasant.

Besides, Alvin is new to the city, and he also needs such a follower who knows the inside story. After all, Chi Yan had a little relationship with the baroness, and he still knew a little about the Marquis of Eru and the Count of Ornein.

And with Alwin's understanding of Chi Xuan, that bit of a relationship is not so easy to decide.

In addition to Alwin's generosity, what made Chi Yan admire Alvin more and more was that this nobleman from the south seemed to be very indifferent.

He had thought that Alvin was the kind of person who loved to be in the limelight, and would take advantage of this fame

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Successfully entered the aristocratic circle of Zantz City, but Alwyn didn't care much about this at all.

What he didn't know was that with Alwin's background and experience, he had long had nothing to say about any aristocratic circles that were not in circles.

Besides, Alvin is the kind of lonely crutch character who doesn't take advantage of people's wishes, and there is still a careful mind of "waiting for the price to sell" in it, so naturally he will not show up easily.

But there is another reason why our great painter has rarely gone out lately.

It's just that Ornian doesn't know what's wrong with her, she always locks herself in her room to study magic, and refuses all invitations from Elwin.

The partial Alvin is the kind of person who is not to be left behind, and when he sees O'Ann working hard, he is embarrassed to go out for a stroll. At the same time, he also vaguely felt that O'Ann was using this way to warn himself that the two of them still had a lot of shoulders and didn't have so many sunny days to waste.

Besides, without the great beauty of Onian to accompany him, it is not interesting for him to have fun by himself. If there were Laiwu and Chenzhu's "fox friends and dog friends", he would be happy, and if he took a slack by himself, he really couldn't have any spirit.

Thinking of Lai Wu and Chen Zhu, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then thought of Kaiba, who was still in Te Waddan.

"Heh, the Quartet Mercenary Group is really 'scattered in all directions' now. He sighed with a wry smile.

Alle, in Onian's way, locked himself in his room. He was at a loss for what to do in front of him in front of him.

He carefully recalled the details of the battle with the giant ridge ice dragon that day, remembered his inference that "space in a state of time standing still can be deformed", and the bottomless black fog that sent him to the north, there were really too many things that he couldn't understand.

"So what's going on?" Alwyn thought in surprise, "Obviously, that ice dragon also uses space-time magic, but how can these monsters in the Traledes Mountains also use this kind of magic?"

Alwin picked up the ancient book and flipped it in his hand for a long time, "How did the monsters learn? ”

"How did the black fog that stirred up produce spatial displacement? Could it be that two space-time magics collided to have such an effect?Also, how was the ice dragon's forelimbs cut off?" As long as he thought about the events of that day, it seemed that endless mysteries haunted him.

"Alas, I don't want to, I don't want to, my head is dizzy. Alvin got out of bed, lamenting that he had spent another afternoon in vain, without any progress.

In fact, he may have fainted from hunger.

"Eat, go buy food. He knocked on the door of Onian's house, and walked straight out of the house, regardless of whether she answered him or not.

He walked down Flying Deer Street to the bakery a block away, and by this time it was dinner time, and the street was mixed with the smell of all kinds of dishes, stimulating his sense of smell. Alvin swallowed, feeling his "hunger" deeply.

While the sense of smell has become more sensitive, somehow, the sense of hearing seems to be much more sensitive.

In the sound of "times" when the ingredients were put into the oil pot, he heard a different sound coming from an alley. The sound was like a slender cigarette arm, hooking his ears and pulling him into the alley.

You must know that this kind of soft panting sound can generally only be heard in Fireworks Willow Lane.

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