While the two were talking, Viklico had already gotten up and walked to the strange machine, looked at the barrel-like metal cylinder, and poked her head into it without saying a word.

"Little girl, what are you doing? This is our last possessions! The short Sado reacted quickly, rushed to the "barrel", and pulled Vikiriko out of her shawl.

"Oops!" Vicky sat down on the snow, she frowned, stood up and patted the snow on her thighs, "If you don't let you look at it, you can talk about it, why are you startled......"

Looking at the two beside her, Draenor couldn't help but laugh, although she was actually more than a hundred years old, Viklico's behavior always made people think that she was still a curious baby of six or seven years old.

Truth be told, though, even he was a little concerned about the intricate and bizarre machine, which looked like a miniature version of a battering cannon, and he couldn't think of any other use for a name.

Jett walked over to Viklico's side, pulled out a suede handkerchief from his bosom and carefully brushed the fingerprints around the "muzzle", only then did Draenor notice that the mechanism was not entirely made of metal, and the soft luster of glass was evident in some hard-to-reach corners.

"It's a bit rude, but I'd advise you not to touch it as much as possible. I would like to introduce to you, this is the perfect machine that my husband and I have spent six years working on, we call it 'Master of Oil Painting', and its function is to record what is happening in front of you through a lens on the front, and then reproduce the picture on the canvas with a pre-prepared oil paint through a series of complex operations...... Words always pale in comparison, take a look at these outstanding works! ”

So saying, Jett walked to the back of the machine, and took out from a wooden drawer a stack of paintings propped up by a wooden frame, which seemed to be about four or five, each of which was less than five centimeters apart.

"These are experiments left over from the past, and the amount of pigment used may be a little miscontrolled, and some places may seem a little abrupt, but that doesn't mean that they are failures."

The knightess took an oil painting from the wooden shelf and handed it to Draenor, it was much smaller than expected, at most fifty centimeters wide and thirty centimeters long.

Turning it upside down to reveal that the painting is unfolded horizontally, with a scene painted with various colors of paint, on a snow-capped mountain, a knight in red armor brandishes a thin sword and points at an eagle soaring in the sky. It does look quite imposing, but for some reason Draenor always feels a little awkward in words.

"Hahaha! Pointing a sword at an eagle? What does this mean? Do you swear that you must fly into the sky and cut it down? Vickyrico burst out laughing at the painting, which was a bit rude, but even Draenau, a layman, thought it was a bit funny.

"That's what I expected...... It's okay, laugh at me as much as you can! I'm just a bard who wants to be a true knight, and I don't even have to work hard to swing my sword, and I can't even cheat......"

"Red Knight" Jett suddenly squatted on the ground, his hands against his chin and looking at the white snowfield, for some reason, Draenor even felt a little distressed.

Jett picked up the dead branch from his feet and smashed it twice at the bear's carcass, pouting and saying, "That's why I came up with this method, keeping a bear as a pet, and then posing to fight it and leave the perfect oil painting...... Now even that idea has been dashed. ”

Hearing this, Jeanne stood up and pointed to the behemoth that fell to the ground and asked Jett, "But no matter what, isn't it too much to use bears as pets...... It was clearly going to attack you, how the hell have you domesticated it over the past ten years? ”

Hearing this, Jett and Sado lowered their heads almost at the same time, their eyes shaking from side to side as they looked at the ground together, as if they wanted to deliberately avoid the topic.

After a moment of silence, Jett finally looked up at the crowd in front of him, an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Didn't care much...... Just keep it at the foot of the mountain and give it a little food every once in a while. I wonder if this is how I can keep it pristine and wild......"

"No domestication! I knew it! Jeanne stood up abruptly and kicked the clawed paw aside with her foot, "Do you know how stupid it is?" A full-grown hole bear is enough to slap you into a pulp! In order to become a knight, you don't even want your life!? ”

"Jeanne......" Draenor turned and gently pressed Jeanne's raised arm down, no matter what he said, it was an undeniable fact that he had done something wrong with good intentions, and he didn't want to see the down-and-out bard in front of him get scolded any more.

"Do you really want to go to that place called Nagseus?" He lowered his voice and asked as he looked at the knight squatting on the snow.

"It is my dream that Nagyseus is a place where legends come together, a sacred place in the hearts of every hero. I don't just want to satisfy my vanity, but I want to do my part as a woman in this magical country and stop the Snowway's invasion of the south......"

Snowway? Hearing this word, the three of them showed surprised expressions almost at the same time, it seemed that the war in North Abel was indeed not what the royal family said. Draenor took a calm breath and pretended to be puzzled and continued to ask Jeter, "Isn't Snowway's domain very vast?" Why go to the south? ”

Jett slowly raised his head, a trace of sadness in his eyes, "Although I am not from Lycos, I have lived here for more than ten years. The Lycos of Nagseus worship chivalrous warriors, but never advocate harming innocent weaklings, and in the eyes of the Snowy, they are cowards immersed in fantasy, and Snowway, who has the eldest king, only wants to annex the southern tribes and completely wipe them out of the continent of Abel. ”

With that, Draenor suddenly thought of the term he often heard from Snowway's mouth, "canine pie", which is what they called the southern tribes. The real reason for the war was clear, and the group had seen the ambitions of the Snowway royal family, and if they had to choose, Draenor would prefer to try their luck in the kingdom called Nagseus, which at least sounded like a good place for outsiders to live temporarily.

“…… Ignore the complications for now. In other words, if you want to live in Nagseus, you must know or become a member of the Knights of the Kingdom, right? Vickyly asked Jett and Sado on the trunk, and Draenor looked at her for a moment, apparently on the same page.

"I've done my homework on this subject, and if I can create a legendary painting, we will be accepted into Nagasius and given the privilege of living there for a long time." Jett shrugged his shoulders and replied to the group.

After knowing the two people around him for a while, Draenor stood up with a slight smile, pointed to the "oil painting master" standing behind him and said to Jet: "Isn't it just an oil painting, we will find a way to send you to Nagasus." But in return, you'll need to give us a decent place to live. ”