"So what do you want to study?"

Dean Kempto told Julian about the long history of the various majors of the academy and the great celebrities that have produced it.

"Painting, I want to be a painter. Julian said.

"Painter?" said Dean Kempto, brushing his white beard, "what a great ambition." ”

"Go to Miss Christina Fawkes, you may have heard of her name, she is a well-known painter, and a devoted believer, who is good at painting portraits of the clan. ”

"It is astonishing that Miss Fawkes is a tutor at the Royal Academy, and I have a few religious paintings of her in my mansion in Azuchi. In particular, the statue of the Virgin Mary painted by her is full of charm and gentleness, and every time I look at her, I feel as if I have returned to my mother's arms. Julian said admiringly.

"I didn't expect you to respect her so much, although she is young and still a woman, but she has already achieved great things. ”

Dean Kempto gave Julian a map with the names of the buildings on it, "If you really can't find the way, you can ask a student to help guide you, the students here are very kind and will be eager to help you solve this problem." ”

"Thank you, Dean Kempto. ”

After stepping down from the White Tower, Julian grumbled, "I will never come here a second time." Kempto, the old man, is probably in his seventies, and it's a shame that he can afford to walk such a long staircase all day. ”

Sebas asked curiously: "Young master, why did you choose to major in painting? You chose a major that I didn't expect the most, because you didn't have the patience to sit in front of the drawing board for a few hours, but you could do it for half an hour and thank God." ”

It was not surprising that Julian would choose to study painting, because Julian's perverse and active nature made it difficult for him to concentrate on one thing for several hours, which was his flaw, and this patience and painstaking study was really needed by painters, who could even spend a year in order to draw a beautiful circle.

"When I was in Angry Waves, my mother would check my progress regularly, and she was a realist, so she naturally couldn't agree with my work. Julian raised his head triumphantly, "I'm an abstractionist, so naturally I can show my skills here." Isn't the openness of all academics and different perspectives the proudest thing about this college?!"

"Abstractionist? What's that?" Sebas has lived for thousands of years and has never heard of abstraction.

"Abstraction is not just imitation, but the creation of a new and unprecedented concept. ”

"That's pretty remarkable. Although Sebas agreed with his mouth, he didn't think much of Julian's words in his heart, I'm afraid it was the product of the young master's self-deprecation.

"And what about Miss Christina??"

"Hmph!" Julian scoffed contemptuously, "there are indeed a few religious paintings about her, stolen from Boulderder. ”

With the help of a map and Sebas's vague memory, Julian soon arrives at the house where the art major is located.

A three-storey villa, with brightly colored red bricks for barbecue, and flat walls covered with vines, does have the artist's style.

Julian pushed the door of the room, alarming the students who were quietly painting inside, and the students all looked up at the stranger's intrusion, looking curiously at Julian and Sebas.

"Who are you?" asked a woman with long, burgundy hair, about twenty-five years old, the oldest in the room, and the only one who wasn't painting, and who was just rounding the students who were carefully drawing.

It occurred to Julian that this was Miss Christina Fox. What a beauty, Julian's eyes suddenly lit up.

"You're Miss Christina Fox, aren't you?" asked Julian.

"Yes, that's right. Is there anything you have to do?" Miss Christina was obviously a little unhappy with Julian, the bold intruder, and was unhappy that Julian had disturbed her students' painting, after all, painting is a very focused thing, and if it is interrupted for a while, I am afraid that the inspiration will be interrupted, and it is not an easy thing to connect. So Miss Christina doesn't like her students being late because it disturbs others.

"I'm Julian McCarvey, and I'm going to learn painting from you today. ”

"I haven't heard of it. ”

"I have here a letter from Dean Puto. Julian gave Sebas a look, and Sebas handed the letter in his arms to Miss Christina.

Miss Christina opened the envelope, unfolded the letter and read it for a while, and said, "It turned out to be you, rude." ”

Lo and behold, that's what power tastes like. The woman who was still tall and swaggering just now immediately leaned down.

"Then sit next to Donald. Miss Christina said, pointing to the position next to a little fat man.

"Also, I want your servant to go out and wait outside. Otherwise, it will disturb the students' learning. ”

"Sebas is a qualified assistant and doesn't bother anyone. ”

"Thank you for your understanding. ”

"Young Master, I'll wait for you outside. Sebas is worthy of being a model of etiquette, said humbly.

"In that case, so be it. ”

Julian shrugged, it wasn't a big deal.

However, to Julian's displeasure, Miss Christina actually arranged him next to a greasy little fat man, and Donald immediately showed a flattering smile when he saw Julian coming over.

It is not surprising that the whole classroom was whispering because of Julian's words, the Royal Academy, although excellent, has long since lost the glory of Joffrey the Great's time, when the great nobles would answer the emperor's call to send their children to this school to study, but no matter how great Joffrey the Great was, his influence has long since faded in the three hundred years that have passed. Now for the big nobles, they can easily hire excellent tutors for their children with their own financial resources and power, and they don't need to send their children here, only the children of the small nobles and the children of the commoners gather here to study.

Lo and behold, I'm a star. Julian looked up slightly, smugly.

"Quiet!" reprimanded Miss Christina in a low voice. However, the invincible moves in the past did not get the same effect this time, but rather, the classroom became more and more noisy.