In the warm cabin, Garon stood in front of the forest scenery, a little impatient to move his neck, the tight bow tie and black dress made him very uncomfortable.

"Don't move, it'll disturb Miss Milani."

Hiluda sat on a wooden chair, changed into a silver-white fishtail dress, put on long gloves on both hands, and held a bouquet of bright roses, half-leaning on Garon's waist.

"It's okay, I'm still okay with small movements."

Not far from the two of them, a pale-faced middle-aged woman was holding a paintbrush and was scribbling something.

Her movements are sometimes dignified, and she deliberates on her pen; Sometimes decisive, swift sliding; Stop and think quietly.

Fog City Artist, Milani. The rumored master was no different from an ordinary woman, perhaps a little weaker.

But when she started painting, she naturally had a temperament that was different from ordinary people.

Confident, deep, persistent, delicate.

She smiled softly, and couldn't help but relax Garon as well.

"It's really hard for the two of you, you should be tired of keeping the same movement for a long time, please wait a little longer, I'll be able to finish this painting in no time."

No..... Compared to us, you're really good. Garon's gaze shifted slightly, scanning the two paintings on the side.

Being able to complete nearly three high-quality paintings in a short period of time, with only a short break in between, such a large amount of work is unbearable for ordinary people, let alone a weak woman.

"Miss Milani, don't you really need to rest for a while?"

Hiluda saw the artist's fatigue and worried.

"We can wait here, so you don't have to worry about anything else."

Beads of sweat appeared on Milani's face, but her arms did not tremble a little, and she said in a calm tone,

"No, compared to a little tiredness, the loss of inspiration is the most difficult thing for artists to accept."

In this way, the third painting took nearly twice as long to complete. Seeing Milani retract her tools, even Hiluda couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hurrah——, Miss Heroda," Milani said, rubbing her arm. "Can you help me ask the store manager what snacks he has prepared, I'm a little hungry."

"yes, okay."

Watching Hiluda leave, Milani picked up a cup of cold black tea and took a sip.

Since she didn't want to be disturbed while painting, Milani took the store manager and the maid away, otherwise she wouldn't be in the current situation, not even a cup of hot water.

"Great painter, it's better to do what you can in the future, if you continue to paint in this situation, you won't live long."

Garon unbuttoned his coat, tossed it aside, and sat down in a chair and said to Milani.

"Sir, are you a physician?" Milani blinked, curious.

"No, in a way, it's the opposite." Garon shrugged, "But it's not difficult to infer the condition of your body from your physical signs. ”

Garon paused, clasping his hands together.

"For example, your physique needs to rest the most, and fatigue will accelerate the wear and tear of the body, otherwise...... Whether it can survive three years is a question. ”

Milani was stunned for a moment, but did not show fear or anything like that, but exclaimed,

"You're amazing, that's what my former friend said. By the way, he's a doctor. ”

This woman, knowing that she is still so reckless, should she be looking for death? Garon looked at Milani strangely and fell silent.

"Well, sir, please don't show what you think in your heart, okay?"

Milani said with a wry smile,

"Don't look at me like this, I'm also a very life-loving person."

She took a sip of cold black tea and met Garon's gaze.

"It's just that life is a luxury for me that shouldn't be wasted. Otherwise, even if I have a long life of more than 100 years, I am afraid that I will die of boredom. ”

"You're such an extreme person."

Garon stood up and walked towards the painting on the wall, "But I probably don't understand this idea. ”

Milani lowered her head, "Really?" I thought you were the same kind of person as me, sir? I know it, there's a deep confusion in your eyes, and I've had it before. ”

"Confused? No, I think you're mistaken, I'm doing well now. Garon crouched down, seemingly admiring the painting, and replied briefly.

"Is that really the case?"

Milani looked up at the ceiling,

"I, ah, have always thought that it would be enough to live a rich life, but I only have a little idea about such things as painting, and I never dare to put it into action. Because I knew that no one would allow me to become a painter. However, the few lives left after the serious illness made everyone give up on me. It couldn't have been worse anyway, so I was able to pick up the brush and go all the way to this point.

Sir, it's the first time I've seen you, but I can see who I was when I was there.

I don't know how to choose, I don't know what the outcome of the choice will be. ”

Garon's gaze remained on the canvas and did not respond to Milani. The great painter didn't care, smiled and stood up.

"However, if you do nothing, nothing will happen, and all that remains is regret."

Outside, there was soon a chattering discussion.

Inside, only a soldier looking at the painting remained, thinking about something.

- Dusk,

"Alright, I'll send it here."

Garon looked at the mountain dwelling not far away and said to Heroda.

"What else do you have?" , Hyluda asked, slightly dissatisfied.

"Well, it's supposed to be the last one." Garon said lightly, "When things are done, you can go back to your previous life." ”

"That's ...... it",

Hilda's resentment was gone, and she nodded in satisfaction and took a rectangular package from Garon's hand.

"By the way, give it to me."

"What's inside?" Garon raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Secret." Hiluda did not mean to answer, and trotted towards the mountain dwelling.

Garon stood where he was, and did not turn away until Heroda entered the mountain dwelling.

It's been too long, and hopefully it's still too late.

His steps were light, and he was quick to walk through the winding mountain paths, through the narrow lanes, and in the darkness of the night, he soon returned to the heavily guarded place.

This time, he had no intention of contacting the leader of Fog City.

It's much easier to manipulate an officer than it is to risk to a city lord. Using the intelligence he received in the morning, he quickly identified his target.

Handing things over as usual, Murford descended the seven steps, checking the passing sentry from time to time.

"If you do nothing, nothing will happen...... Is it? Garon said lightly, it is indeed not a good way to wait.

Fingers raised, he leaned down and prepared to strike a single blow.

"I'd advise you not to do it, you'll die."

Behind Garon, a pitch-black shadow slowly emerged.