"Rustle~" brush gently slid on the drawing board,

Charles, sitting in the port area, painted the rows of ships docked at the docks.

Cargo transportation on Hope Island has stopped, and all the output of the agricultural area is rapidly hoarding in warehouses in preparation for the arrival of the Cult of Light fleet.

"Who did you learn your style from, this colleague, and why haven't I seen it on other islands?" an old voice came from behind him.

As soon as Charles turned around, he saw the old man with a missing front tooth looking at him.

"It's you, you asked me to paint for you and your wife, but you are also a painter?" said the toothless old man, very familiarly.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Charles immediately remembered that he was the one who had painted himself and Lily before, and a forced smile appeared on his face. "I haven't studied much, so I'm just drawing completely. ”

"Oh, yes? Then I'll teach you well, although your painting style is unique, but your painting problems are quite a lot, don't worry, I was a professor at the British Isle College of Art. ”

Looking at the familiar old man in front of him, Charles didn't refuse after thinking about it, although he painted just to relieve pressure, but his skills are not pressing, and it is of course good to be able to improve.

As soon as the toothless old man entered the teaching state, he immediately became like a different person, and his tone was instantly much more stern.

"The color here is too hot, and the big relationship here has not been opened, how can these few pieces of noodles be divided into a few, no, no, there is no need to change this painting at all, tear it up and repaint!"

Although it was very harsh, Charles clearly felt that the other party was qualified to say this.

Charles's drawing ability has improved dramatically, and with his superior finger control, his drawing skills have surpassed most ordinary painters who rely on painting for a living.

"Well, this one looks much more comfortable. The toothless old man looked at the new drawing on the drawing board and nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately after, he glanced at Charles in some surprise, "Friend, your painting talent is very high." ”

But before Charles could say a few polite words, the other party's face suddenly darkened.

"Alas, what's the use of being talented, those of us with paintbrushes are getting harder and harder to do. ”

Charles was a little surprised. "What's the matter, sir, you draw very well. ”

The old man shook his head sadly. "It's useless, the photo studio has robbed us too much, the photos were black and white before, and we people are still a little competitive, but since some research institute in the Governor's Palace, a new light-sensitive material has been developed, and the camera can take color photos, we people have no way to live. ”

The news surprised Charles himself, how could he never have heard of such a thing.

"Think about it, when we draw one, the photo studio can take a hundred, think about how we can compare to them. The toothless old man said.

Charles saw the blue ticket in his chest pocket and said with some surprise, "Are you leaving the island soon?"

"yes, this island is growing so fast that I can't keep up, you see there. ”

Charles followed his finger and found a factory in the distance, with yellow walls and black tiles, and the towering chimneys pierced the greenhouse and drilled directly outside.

"I've seen this kind of thing once in the English Isle, and soon all kinds of new things will come out of it, and the whole life will be completely different. ”

"Has the Industrial Revolution started again......" Charles said to himself, looking at the factory in the distance.

Not long after he returned, the island was developing at a faster rate than he had imagined.

"Isn't life different?" Charles asked rhetorically.

"Okay, of course, new things are always better than old things, for example, cameras are better than painters, but I'm old, I can't change them, I'd rather die with the old things. The old man touched the sketchpad on his back with his hand with a melancholy expression.

"It will take some time for the new things from Hope Island to spread to other islands, at least in other places, where I can still eat in this craft. ”

Charles looked at the old painter's unthreaded cuffs and patched pants, "Old sir, weren't you a professor at the Art Academy before?"

"It was a long time ago, but Governor Swan felt that he preferred powerful steam and gears to the love and understanding of beauty, so he took over the Academy of Arts and transformed it into a university of steaming machinery, and I remember taking the students to the Doge's Palace to protest. ”

Speaking of this, the toothless old man smiled bitterly, "But now there is nothing, the whole island is gone, the governor is gone, it is estimated that it will not be long before I am almost gone." ”

After the painter finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the dock, and for some reason, Charles felt a trace of desolation in his back.

"I've heard that the academy on Hope Island has been expanding recently, and they need a teacher who is experienced in painting, so I thought you could try it. Charles said coldly.

The toothless old man looked back suspiciously. "No, I've been there before, and I don't have this major at all. ”

"You can go and see it again, maybe it's available now. ”

The old painter's face was skeptical, he had bought all the tickets, and the result came out like this, but looking at the other party's sworn appearance, it didn't look like he was lying to himself.

"Ding Ding Ding ~!" a crisp car bell rang next to Charles.

An old man and a young man in a green uniform watched them on a bicycle.

Charles knew the postman in front of him, and that was his bandage.

"Who are you?" asked Charles hesitantly

"Mother wanted me to ...... Messenger...... Then I'll send ...... Letter ......," Bandage said slowly.

As he listened to the bandage, Charles noticed something different, he stepped forward and wiped his hand on the bandage face, and found that there was no foundation on his face at all.

"The tattoos are gone, how did you get them?" asked Charles, surprised.

"It's simple...... I put ...... The whole face is dialed down ......"

Charles nodded approvingly. "You're very good at healing, it's really a good idea, by the way, have you memorized all the information on the tattoo?"

"I ...... Found someone...... , put the skin nitrated... Keep it up—" said the bandage, pulling his previous face out of his arms and handing it to Charles.

Charles touched the human skin face in his hand with his hand, and said with some surprise: "The workmanship is very good." ”

"He's a ...... Good cobbler...... Very good at nitrate shark skin......"