Chen Lun and Floy followed Noah to the gallery door, followed by Walsh.

"Mr. Noah from the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce, welcome."

Beckman greeted him warmly.

Noah squeezed out a smile very embarrassed, obviously uncomfortable with the title.

"Mr. Beckman, I am very happy to be here for this exhibition, and I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Because Noah was too large, he could only bend down slightly and stretch out his hand.

Beckman chuckled and shook his hand.

"Then I can guarantee that you will not be disappointed in this exhibition...... Tell you a secret, there is one of your works in the exhibition.

Please also ask Haihan to hang your paintings without your permission. ”

Beckman looked apologetic.

"I really can't bear to see a good work buried, it should be seen by more people."

"Oh! Is it! ”

Noah looked excited, his cheeks flushed and he was a little shy.

"Which of my works is it?"

"I would like to ask you to look for this in the gallery yourself, maybe it will surprise you."

Beckman said with a mysterious expression.

Noah had a happy smile on his face, and a tiger tooth was exposed.

The group passed by Beckman, whose gaze swept over Chen Lun and Floy, but did not linger on them.

Chen Lun glanced back and saw that Beckman had already begun to receive the next guest, and the Countess and Councillor Lawson stood beside him, trying their best to release their enthusiasm.

A chaotic mist flashed in Chen Lun's eyes.

"Jazz ...... in Oil"

Turning his head, he muttered the name to himself and walked in as if nothing had happened.

Beckman turned his head as Chen Lun's figure entered the gallery and stared at the latter's vanishing back.

"What's wrong, Beckman?"

The Countess noticed her lover's movements and asked curiously.

"This exhibition seems to have attracted a lot of interesting guests."

Beckman meant something.

But the Countess didn't seem to understand what he meant, and thought that Beckman was lamenting the strength of the line-up of guests.

Chen Lun enters the gallery.

The interior is decorated in red, with the walls painted in crimson paint, and the carpets, decorations, chandeliers, and sofas are all uniformly red.

The noble tone is mixed with a hint of demonism.

"Dad, look at this painting, it's so beautiful!"

Chen Lun heard a familiar voice and turned his head to see that it was Rebecca, who was excited, pulling Viscount Pompeii to leap in front of a painting of blooming roses.

"Be quiet, Rebecca."

Viscount Pompeii reminded his daughter in a low voice, and Rebecca pouted aggrievedly.

Not far from the father and daughter, Madame Pompeii was alone admiring other paintings.

Rebecca suddenly turned her head, a familiar figure flickered in her sight, she showed surprise on her face, and the words "Mr. Jack" just came to her lips before she realized that she recognized the wrong person.

She sighed a little frustrated, and most of her original interest dissipated.

Mr. Jack should be fine......

He's so powerful, nothing will happen!

Chen Lun didn't step forward to greet the Pompey family, turned around and followed Noah away.

The works on display in the gallery are all first-class, and Noah is constantly admiring the front of him, and from time to time he will stop to comment on his favorite paintings.

Chen Lun and Floy were silently on the side, listening to his explanation, and many details that were ignored or even completely unseen were pointed out by him. Only then did I understand that in a seemingly simple work, there are still hidden deep thoughts and connotations of the author.

But Floy couldn't see the paintings, so she had to hear. Chen Lun was worried that she would be bored, so he used verbal descriptions to make her understand what she was drawing.

But it's too pale, because you can't put it into words, so it's like asking you to describe red, how do you phrase it?

You can only compare other red things to other red things, and nothing else.

Red silk and blood are also roses...... But these, if the other party has never seen them and has no impression in their minds, then they are all like talking to themselves. Or if the other party has seen these things that are different from what you have seen, then the color formed in your mind is not the red in your eyes.

Chen Lun felt something and sighed secretly:

"Floy, a person can't hear what others hear, can't see what others see, and everyone perceives the world differently...... Perhaps this is the reason why there is no real understanding between people, and there are different joys and sorrows. ”

Floy tilted her head and quietly "watched" at him, thoughtful.

There are many guests around, but they are all quiet and appreciative, whispering and communicating. They are generally noble, rarely loud and noisy, and they are very elegant in their gestures.

Chen Lun felt that the time should be almost up, so he said hello to Noah, used the excuse of going to the bathroom, and left halfway.

Before leaving, he whispered to Floy beside him:

"You wait here for me, I'll be back soon."

"Hmm."

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Inner City.

The Red Apple Church, two blocks away from Bradley Square.

The tall Gothic church stands on its own, separated from the surrounding buildings. It's not Madame Rose's Sunday, and not many people come to Red Apple Church.

A dozen or so worshippers were scattered on wooden benches in the church, and the middle-aged monk was preaching on the prayer platform, slowly telling the story of Rose's love for the world in a soft and low tone.

Suddenly, he looked up.

Five young men and women walked into the church.

Just as the monk was puzzled, one of the men at the head raised his arm and pointed a strangely shaped musket at him.

"-Guard!!"

The monk was suddenly overwhelmed and roared in fear.

Boom!!

With a series of muffled sounds, dense small steel balls came out of the chamber and sprayed on the monk's body.

The latter's body burst out with blood flowers, and he fell down in response.

"Ahhh

The believers screamed in terror and fled in panic, chanting the name of the Rose and asking for protection.

Polaris and his party are not psychopaths, and they did not kill these ordinary people for no reason and let them leave.

"Anyway, the next step should be a high-intensity combat session, right?"

The centaur also took out a trumpet gun and said in a deep voice.

"Definitely, yes, after all, one of the Empire's greatest transcendent forces...... Be careful, our task is simply to attract attention. ”

Polaris glanced at the muskets in the hands of the three centaurs, and secretly said that he was stupid.

What precious musket to shoot a wyvern?

What old dude for years?

You still bring wholesale?!

"My musket is hungry and thirsty! Hurry up! ”

Kotou Jin looked excited.

It seemed that the sky was as people wished, and as soon as his voice fell, the sound of dense footsteps came.

Behind the prayer table of the church, the side doors on both sides were slammed open, and a group of guards in fur coats rushed out of it.

The two monks at the head had cold faces.

"Blasphemer! Don't even think about running away! ”

But in the next second, his face changed.

Because the five young men not only did not run away, but rushed forward even more excitedly.

"The great husband has made great achievements, right today! Kill! ”

The strange words shouted by the dog-headed gold made the monk fall into confusion.