Alwyn looked at her for a moment.

And O'Ann's eyes seemed to be smiling, "What's the matter, you don't have a little talent?"

Such a pretty girl, playing the piano so elegantly, with that simple and slim long skirt, graceful and playful, this really stunned the surrounding crowd. Who would have thought that this girl was not only born beautiful, but also had such a talent in the market, which was really surprising and delightful.

There were some good onlookers who lit up their steps, twisted their waists, and danced to the sound of the harp.

So, in the afternoon sun, a small impromptu dance party began in the middle of the town.

The music also shifted from low and euphemistic to light and melodious. The rhythm of the elf, leaping up and down, leaping from the tipe of a girl to the shoulder of a young man, then gliding, stopping briefly on the elbow of a merchant, and then swooping over the countless crooks of the legs, resting on the charcoal that Alvin had briefly set aside, admiring the work of the little-known young painter.

At this time, the young painter had been pulled out by the girl who could play the piano. One dances dexterously and lively, the other is jerky and stiff, and the two are extremely discordant, and they are quite interesting to watch each other's movements.

The lady was obviously a little annoyed that Alwyn had thrown herself on a plate, but she walked over to look at the work that rested on the easel. Alwin's delicate brushstrokes vividly capture the provocative flair between the noblewoman's eyebrows and eyes, and a noblewoman with frivolous hints is clearly depicted.

The noble lady was not annoyed when she saw it, but felt that this portrait was very much in line with her own image in her heart. The vivid and grasping eyes of desire unabashedly emphasize the essence of her watery poplar flower, but the more I look at this painting, the more I seem to have an appetite for her. But when she turned around and saw Alwyn playing with Aonien, she couldn't help but cast a resentful look at Aunian, which was a kind of jealousy for a young and beautiful woman compared to herself.

The noblewoman was still very generous, leaving twenty looneys on Elwin's easel, and ordered the maid who accompanied her to put the painting away, and then walked out of the crowd without looking back. She was clearly not interested in this "dance of demons" without class distinction.

The "freckle" missionary obviously did not adapt to it at once, and perhaps was constrained by his status, after all, a missionary's participation in such a ball would have a bad impact on the church, so he had to stand on the periphery of the crowd, and from time to time his eyes glanced at the smiling snow-haired girl, although the girl was not smiling at him, but as long as he could watch her smile from afar, he was very satisfied.

Seeing the young missionary beside him tiptoeing from time to time, the elder coughed slightly twice to remind him, and the young missionary honestly lowered his head and did not look into the center of the crowd.

However, the mercenary leader had already fallen in love with another girl at this time, happily holding someone's slender waist and immersed in the dance of the two, completely forgetting his original intention. Of course, for someone like him, it may not be much

The rich merchant was unlucky, and no one liked his pot-bellied appearance, so he walked around the crowd a few times, without any dancing partners, and even the old peasant women did not want to dance with him.

And the amorous bard was a little helpless, the lute he was carrying was snatched away, or was snatched away by such a big beauty, he didn't have a temper at all. The point is that he wanted to courtship O'Nien, but he never wanted to be ignored like this, not to mention the embarrassment, and a bit of self-inflicted humiliation, and now he was hanging there, helplessly watching O'Ann and Alvin spin around in a deep circle there.

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That afternoon, Alvin earned dozens of looney by drawing a few sketches, which he meant by his craft. As for the easel or something, when it runs out, it will be returned to the painting material store, and the rent is inevitable.

"Let's go, let's eat. Alwyn pointed to the Looney in his pocket and said, "I haven't eaten much since the morning, and I'm dizzy from hunger. ”

"yes," Onien, glancing up at the sky, "it's getting late-afternoon." ”

So the two found a tavern. It was at the door of this tavern that the people of the Holy World Sect and the Xindu Sect were arguing, and the bard just happened to come across the scene when he went out after drinking from this shop.

As soon as the two of them entered the store, they attracted a lot of attention, and the customers who were originally in the store couldn't help but whisper. After all, this mysterious and talented pair of young people is now the talk of the town.

Alvin took Onian's little hand and sat down by the window.

"What do you want to eat?" the waitress was already on the table.

"Take it easy, you have to save some money for staying in a hotel at night. O'Ann reminded as she looked at Alwin, who was flipping through the menu.

Alwin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and couldn't help laughing, "Do you know what you look like now? ”

O'Ann gave him an angry look.

Alvin looked at O'Nien, he thought that this should be the first time she worried about the so-called livelihood, and couldn't help but sigh: "You must know that this person in front of you was once a princess of a country, life, it's so interesting." ”

Naturally, O'Ann knew what Alwyn was thinking, so she pinched him the cheek.

"Superior cooked leg of lamb, two, a bottle of this... Tyrell red wine. Alvin said, glancing up at the waitress.

The waitress had been peeking at Alwyn while he was reading the menu, and after looking at him like this, she blushed and went back to the kitchen.

"Hey, no desserts"

"We still have so much money to spare?" said Orniene teased, raising an eyebrow, apparently unhappy that Alvin still had the leisure to order a bottle of red wine.

"Don't worry, you can't really be told to sleep on the streets. Alvin said with a smile.

At this moment an old man and a young man dressed in coarse linen robes also came in from outside the tavern, and sat down at Elwin's table impartially.

This left Alvin and Ornian quite confused. Alvin thought to himself that he was not so familiar with the "freckle" missionary, so he didn't need to be so close, so they both looked at the two uninvited guests with great vigilance, wanting to see what the other was doing.

The elder smiled good-naturedly, apparently trying to ease the awkward atmosphere at the table.

"I'm not religious, what's the matter?" said Alwin, politely curling the corners of his mouth and smiling at the gray-eyed elder, glancing at the young missionary who kept his head down and didn't speak.

Only then did Alvin realize that the young missionary had come out to raise the price for another purpose, and that the old man must have instructed him to do so. So he glanced at O'Nian beside him, obviously O'Ann also noticed this, and after the two of them looked at each other, they were wondering how they were being targeted by the people of the church?

"Your Excellency, I haven't said anything yet, don't be in a hurry to refuse me. The elder still said with a smile on his face, obviously not caring at all about Elwin's tone, "Besides, the gods live in the hearts of each of us, and he is there to believe it or not. ”

"Is it possible that as long as we say 'believe it,' you can let us go and let the two of us have a quiet meal?" Alvin was accustomed to hearing this set of esoteric theories, and his polite face was already impatient.

"I think Your Excellency may have misunderstood," the elder smiled and looked at Alwin, "I'm not here to persuade you two to join our universal church. ”

"Oh ... It's not a sermon, it's ... For what?" Alvin curious.

"I have just seen some of your paintings, and they are really special, so I would like to invite you to paint some religious paintings for the church of our diocese. This is the elder of the universal religion who has shown his intentions.

Alvin was a little speechless at this moment, he thought to himself that those paintings were just games, and he only regarded painting as an after-dinner pastime, but he didn't expect that this street art used to solve urgent needs actually attracted people's favor.

"Why?

Alvin came back to his senses from his stunned and sighed with a smile: "Oh, what else can I not want, I have been reduced to the point of being a performer on the streets, so why not go to the walls of the church and make a scandal? What about the remuneration?

Now it was the elder's turn to be a little stunned. The reason is that he had long found out that the identities of Alvin and Onian were not ordinary, and he was just messing around there, he thought that Alvin would refuse this kind of work, after all, ordinary nobles are very good-looking, where would they surrender themselves to do the work done by ordinary painters, but what he didn't expect was that Alvin directly agreed, and even directly talked about remuneration, which really surprised him.

In fact, even Onian didn't expect that Alvin would agree so quickly, and she looked at him with a look of surprise on the side.

"That... Your Excellency has agreed?" the elder confirmed.

"What's there to trumpet then, I've been short of money lately anyway. Alvin said.

He thought to himself that this was indeed a good thing, after all, the cost problem of him and Onian urgently needed to be solved by him, and it was much more decent to paint a few paintings than to rob a house.

He remembered a sentence he had read in a book before, "When a man has this mouth, he always has to eat." ”

"Isn't that what it's all about? He said this in his heart.

"You're going to have to pay me a deposit, aren't you?, or where am I going to get Looney to buy paints or something?" Alvin felt that he really didn't have any face to talk now, and that he had to be like an errand merchant in a small business. But his request actually sounded quite reasonable.

"How do you feel that after dancing a dance, the whole person is letting go of himself, and what aristocratic etiquette is still being paid attention to in that tailor shop? He thought to himself, and then felt that "himself" was an interesting person, "This is not until a certain moment to see what kind of character he is." ”

"This... Is there any trouble Your Excellency?" the elder asked worriedly, not in the slightest hint of teasing.

The young missionary, who had been keeping his head down, couldn't help but raise his head and glanced at Alvin and Onian curiously.

Alvin thought for a moment, not knowing how to answer, so he only replied with five words after a deep sigh: "It's hard to put into words... ”

At this time, Onian gently took her husband's hand, showing the courage of a wife who is willing to follow her husband to challenge the ups and downs of life. This superb acting skills that reacted extremely quickly really stunned Alvin.

This "couple" is really interesting.

Before the old man could speak, he was interrupted by the waitress. She brought the fragrant leg of lamb to the table.