There aren't usually many people who patronize art shops, and it's not so much that they don't know how to appreciate them, but that they don't know how to appreciate them. Many people www.biquge.info are running around for their own livelihood, and they don't have much leisure to admire like the aristocrats, just as beggars never go to the high-end restaurants of the West Coast.

There were magic lamps flashing in the shop, and apart from Lorien's shop, perhaps only in the art shop could you see a magic lamp with such a soft light. There is an unwritten rule on the West Coast that the Academy of Magic will only provide magic lamps to art shops. No one knows why, and they're sure it's for some boring reason.

The shopkeeper didn't greet him, and he was quite a literate man, so he just stood behind the counter and said very respectfully, "Welcome, two gentlemen." ”

"Well, can we just take a look?" asked Marcos.

"Of course, sir, you are free to enjoy as you please. The shopkeeper pushed his glasses and made a very respectful gesture.

It's an art shop, and even if you don't have a penny on you, you can enjoy some art that you may not even understand the meaning of. Of course, for some people, simply strolling around can kill time when they have nowhere to spend.

Maffeo and Marcos stopped in front of a wall of works by unknown artists, each with a corresponding price tag underneath, even though the number was too large for the two men. The paintings depict the thoughts of many unknown painters, and in this way they want to convey them to people, both good and bad, but it is a bit extreme to evaluate only the good and the bad.

In short, this is a window to their hearts, and in any case, when they touch the paper with the tip of the pen to finally complete these works, I believe they will have a sense of accomplishment from the bottom of their hearts.

"Look at these ......," Maffeo narrowed his eyes at the works. "It's incredible. ”

"After all, this field is too new to you and me, isn't it?" replied Marcos.

"Yes, a realm far away that is impossible to reach in a lifetime. ”

"Please, don't be so pessimistic, we're not going to be completely finished. Marcos stabbed him hard, trying to sober him up a bit.

Maffeo paused, then responded with a punch from Marcos. "You're right. ”

After walking around the store, their attention was inadvertently drawn to a work that did not provide the artist's name. To be precise, the painting was too strange for the two of them to be true, and most painters would not have included such a strange monster in this painting in their work. An orange-red octopus occupies almost the entire painting, with spikes of different sizes on each antennae, which looks quite lethal. The teeth under the head are so sharp that you can trust them to tear through any flesh with ease.

The creature also had three terrifying eyes on its head, a deep sky blue, and the one in the middle was three times the size of both eyes. The visual signal from the background of the whole painting can be said to be as deep as the sea of the sky, but it is too dark than the sea of the sky. To be honest, the two had never seen such a strange creature, and they had never seen such a huge octopus before, and they would not even have the impression that this guy existed.

"Shopkeeper, whose gentleman is this painting?" Marcos gestured to the painting.

The shopkeeper sighed, and seemed reluctant to mention the painting: "There was a strange fellow who asked me to show it, and she gave me a good sum of money. ”

"Did you see his face?" asked Maffeo hurriedly.

"No, she's covered in a black hooded robe. She also said at the time that the painting was a prophecy for some people, hell boy, I couldn't understand what she was talking about. The shopkeeper whispered.

Marcos and Maffeo looked at each other, and although they thought that the incident would not have anything to do with them in itself, they had a strange feeling when they saw the painting, as if they would sooner or later encounter the monster in the painting, but they did not know whether it would be in a dream or reality.

Based on the information provided by the shopkeeper, the two were at least certain that it was something akin to a prophetic painting, although this was scoffed at by most people, and it was uncomfortable that neither wanted their future fate to be revealed through a painting. So in the Delos Empire, the guys who usually painted the prophetic paintings often ended up with the same fate as witches, and were burned at the stake, which was considered heretical.

Maffeo's heart was finally touched when the mysterious woman he had foreseen at Huttonmar Cathedral more than a year ago seemed to match all the traits of the strange creature described by the innkeeper, and he began to wonder if it was the same person. If it is, then at least it can be proved that he may be the person the other party is referring to, and this painting is a prophecy for himself.

Marcos noticed that Maffeo was strange, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Maffeo replied bluntly that he wasn't going to tell Marcos about it, as he always thought it was a bad omen.

"Strange guys, strange paintings, it's crazy. Marcos spread his hands.

Maffeo nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes." ”

"If I could, I could sell this painting to you at a cheaper price, because I really don't want to hang it in my shop. The shopkeeper pointed to the painting, which he really didn't have a good idea of.

"If you're worried about it affecting people, then why don't you put it away?" Marcos wasn't reluctant to pay for the painting, but he believed that at least the shopkeeper could do it.

The shopkeeper shook his head and said dejectedly, "You think I haven't tried? That's useless, no matter where I put it, it will always inexplicably rehang back on the wall the next day." As if manipulated by some kind of magic, I also asked the magicians of the School of Magic to help me investigate the painting, but in the end they couldn't come up with a single result, which seemed to be beyond their understanding. ”

"Can you believe it?" Maffeo asked Marcos, his expression incredulous.

"I don't know, but I think it must have happened for a reason," Marcos mused. ”

"Can I do you a favor? I'll only charge you 800 gold coins, which is a very cheap price for a painting. There was a hint of pleading in the shopkeeper's tone.

Marcos pondered for a moment, then finally nodded. But this time Maffeo struck first, and he quickly removed the gold coin bag from his waist, and took out a full 1,000 gold coins from it and slapped it on the shopkeeper's counter. This made Marcos look at him in surprise, he had the impression that the other party would never spend so generously, let alone buy something he had never been interested in.

"Good......" Marcos said slowly.

"Thank you. The shopkeeper expressed his gratitude, and as he could do what he could, he took the painting off the wall and handed it to the two of them.

Maffeo gripped the painting tightly with both hands and muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "Let me see what you're trying to say." ”