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An ordinary puppy trotted weakly down the street, followed by two young men.

"Hey, stop me!" one of the men threw a stone at the puppy.

"Ahh

"Damn! The two used the dog as a toy to play with.

"You guy still dare to run away!" said another man's stone hit the weak puppy.

"Ahh

"Great! deserve it!" After hitting the shot, the two continued excitedly.

"Next is the aiming head!"

"Got it!" Just as they were about to continue, a beautiful young man with blond hair and blue eyes immediately pounced, grabbed the puppy and protected it in his arms.

"Smack!" the stone hit him in the forehead, and blood ran down his cheek.

"Please stop!" said the young man weakly.

"What, a woman. "The boy's appearance is extremely exquisite, and it is no problem to dress up a little as a girl.

"Ah, I know this guy. The one who lives in the orphanage on the edge of the village, and who goes to the church in the town to learn how to paint, is a strange fellow. The two looked at him with unhappy expressions and said.

"Hey, hand over the dog!" one of them picked up the dog.

"Ahh

"It's a punishment for stealing our lunch, and you can't see it without coloring it. Another young man raised his fist at the puppy and threatened.

"Please don't do such cruel things to such a young dog. The boy shouted, please.

"You have an opinion, it's not easy to earn money for lunch. One of them squinted at him and said.

"Well, please exchange this red paint for the puppy. He hurriedly took out a bottle of paint from his backpack and said.

"Huh?" the two looked at him strangely.

"This is what I bought yesterday in town. If you sell it, you will definitely be able to exchange it for a lot of bread. "It's really rare to find a good person of this level in a hundred years.

"Well, if you can buy bread in exchange for this little thing, it's a good deal. Hearing that they could exchange money, the two were in a good mood and left the puppy aside.

The puppy humanized into the boy's arms, and the warm, slippery little tongue licked the boy's bloody cheeks.

"Hey, I'm a little thirsty. ”

"Go buy some milk. The two of them chatted as they walked with the paint.

"Great. The boy lowered his head and hugged the puppy and said reassuringly.

At this time, a discordant voice interjected, "It's not good at all!"

"Bang!" a brown-haired boy slammed the young man holding the paint into the air, crashing into the debris.

"Pegasus!" the boy looked at in surprise.

"What are you thinking, stupid man!? You bought that paint after working so long! You're going to teach painting again......" The boy named Tenma rebuked.

"Damn!" said one of the two young men who had been attacked, picking up a wooden stick and swinging it at him, left and right.

"Bang, bang!" was just a Pegasus, smashing the two sticks with a punch and a kick.

"Uhhhh

"Uhhh

"Hmph!" Tenma held his arm and looked at the two of them demonstratively.

Who would have thought that the bullied teenager would fight for the two young people, "It's too much, Pegasus! They're just because they don't have money, and I hate to solve problems with violence." ”

"Got it, I'm sorry. And Pegasus, who was obviously strong enough, apologized reluctantly.

"Hmm!" the boy smiled happily.

"Damn, you give me a memory. ”

"I'll settle accounts with you!" the two young men beat up, and before leaving, they said harshly.

"Accompany me at any time!" Tenma replied to the two of them unconcernedly, hearing the other party's challenge.

"Wow!!" The two who had just received the "education" quickly put aside in fear.

The next day, the boy went to the church he frequented and continued his creation.

"Your drawing skills are better than the rumors!" a heartfelt admiration recoiled behind him.

"Huh?" the boy turned confused.

"It's like it's infused with blood!" the visitor said again, looking at the boy's painting.

"Who are you?" asked the young man, looking curiously at the priest in front of him, who had given him a strange feeling.

"Let me introduce you, this is a priest from the Great Sanctuary of the Forest. I was very interested in what you had painted, and I came to visit. The priest of the church explained after him.

"Forest Sanctuary?" the name was familiar to the boy.

"You come to our Great Chapel often, don't you?" asked the priest.

"Ah, yes!" replied the boy honestly.

"You want to see the painting of the saint that has been preserved in the depths of our Great Church. The priest said, looking at the boy.

"Well, because it's not open to the general public, I've been kicked out. But the painting is so beautiful that no matter what kind of sinner it is, one glance will repent of his sins. Tears from the bottom of my heart, the so-called magic painting. My biggest dream is to be able to look at that painting. The young man said with a wistful look.

"Sinner's tears?" suddenly flashed a strange aura on the priest's body.

"Well, just now?" the young man looked at him suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong.

"Anyway, why is the angelic eye in the center of the painting not painted?" the priest changed the subject, continuing to ask about his painting.

"Ah, that's because I can't always get the color I want. Red, I want to bring out the kind of red that shines through like the sunset. Although I tried a lot of reds, I always didn't work. The boy said regretfully.

"That's because there are boundaries to the colors that people create. Colors that can be recognized by people are only the illusion of refraction of light. In other words, those are false colors and not real colors. The priest gave him a new theory.

"False colors and real colors?" I've never heard of that.

"Yes, who can be touched by a painting depicted in false colors? If you want to find real colors, then go to the hills north of town. There were angels with broken wings, red flowers and fruits fed by blood. That's the truest red in the world, the real color. The priest's words prompted the boy to embark on a journey in search of his true color.

"It's such a deep mountain, does this kind of place really have real colors?" It's just that the sloping uphill slope is a bit difficult for him, who is quite weak.

"Ah, hey, you're going to get lost!" Unexpectedly, the puppy he saved found something and rushed forward first.

The boy climbed the hill and felt as if he was in another world. "What a beautiful place, like a paradise on the shores of the Lethe in Greek mythology. Only those who have been approved by God are allowed to enter, as if in Elysium. ”

Then he noticed the red flowers growing around the pillars, "Is this the real red that the priest said? ”

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, the artistic cells began to move again, "Na, it's hard to get a place with such a beautiful scenery, so let's draw a picture for you with such a beautiful scenery as the background." ”

"Despite what the priest said, I still like the colors reflected by the light. Even there are many kinds of red, gorgeous red, soft red, and pleasant red. Isn't it nice to be able to see all kinds of expressions reflected in the refraction of light? I like this kind of world like to see all kinds of different colors reflected in the refraction of light, and my favorite color is ......" When he got all his tools ready, all the animals around him gathered around him, from a small bird to a large black bear, came to his side to see him paint.

"Ah, what's the matter, everyone?" It's just that before they could write down, the animals scattered in fright.

"Woooooooo

"If it's you, you can get all the colors in the world. Did you know that if you mix all the colors that light refracts, it will end up dark. My name is Pandora. "A beautiful girl in a long black dress thought of him, and her graceful figure and beautiful facial features made her look so perfect.

"Wang!" but the puppy felt danger from her.

"Bang!" the girl just glared, and the puppy flew out.

"Ahh

"Why?" asked the young man as he picked up the puppy's body sadly and trembled.

"There are no hateful people. I've been looking for, our king. I saw the girl with a satisfied look on her face, and slowly lowered her posture to perform aristocratic etiquette.

"What are you talking about?" the boy didn't understand what that meant.

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