Originally, he had always had concerns in his heart, although his father was a fifth-level demon master, but the Dark Eagle branch was connected to the north with the white rat branch and the Thunder Bear branch, and if he couldn't keep it, more powerful demonic beasts would flow over one day.

Although it is not for the time being, the risk will accumulate as long as this possibility exists.

Maybe one day it will erupt, and it will be a shock to the whole territory.

The last time he saw the fifth-order Shadow Tiger being killed by his father, he kept thinking in his heart, what if it was a sixth-order demonic beast?

Now it seems that there is no need to worry!

At this moment, knowing that my father had reached the peak of an intermediate magister and his strength had reached a big step, my heart unconsciously relaxed a lot.

High-level demonic beasts are rare even in the Thunder Bear branch, and the probability of flowing to the Dark-Striped Eagle branch can be said to be very small, and with his father's combat power, the sixth-order demonic beasts should not be afraid.

Rely sincerely congratulates:

"Congratulations to my father on becoming the pinnacle of the Magister, presumably the threshold of the Great Magus is also within your reach!"

The corners of Leiter's mouth curled, and he said with a smile: "Ruilai, I just broke through, and it's best to keep this matter a secret." ”

Ruilai's eyes lit up: "I understand, Father. ”

Leiter looked down at the drawing board again, and said regretfully: "This painting is very beautiful, it would have been nice if it had appeared earlier." The first part of Panlong, which is about to be released, has been set by the Daotun Chamber of Commerce on the cover. I promise you that this painting can be adopted in the latter parts of Panlong. ”

Ruilai's heart moved, "In this case, I will take the time to improve this painting and strive to continuously improve it." ”

Father and son clinked glasses of red wine.

Then, Ruilai put down his wine glass, thought for a while, and asked, "Father, if "Panlong" is a big hit, this must be another good income, what do you plan to do with this wealth?" ”

Ray fell into deep thought, knowing that Ray Lai meant that he was actually asking him for guidance on the next step in the territory.

"Since Felix's arrival, our Demon Plant reserves have been running out of stock. Acquire mature magic plants for a short period of time, and buy medium or higher magic plant seeds for a long time. Reitt said slowly.

Now the alchemy department in his territory is beginning to take shape, in addition to Henk and Felix, two experienced veterans, who can steadily provide a batch of alchemy potions every month, Thales is also catching up, and there are two other apprentices who have just started to improve steadily.

With the increase in refining manpower and the acceleration of refining speed, the supply of demon plant cultivation fields cannot meet the needs of one year, and needs to be purchased separately.

Ruilai nodded: "Understood, when I finish learning the painting from the white hat in the past few days, I will go to President Carlton to discuss." ”

Reiter smiled: "Come on, you will do better!" Strive to add more artistic cells to our family. ”

At night, the full moon hangs high.

At this time, the lumberyard is quiet, the carpenters have long been asleep, and the ground can be seen one after another triangular piles of wooden piles, and tools are neatly arranged in the corners.

Relai was standing on the edge of the Darkhawk Lumberyard.

In front of him, the White Hat quietly watched the two orcs who were sleeping soundly.

Call~

Call~

The rough snoring sound spreads to every corner of the lumberyard, and there is no need to domesticate a guard dog, and this terrifying purring alone can scare off ordinary thieves and thieves. …

"Drawing training, start now.

My first assignment for you is to copy these two sleeping orcs. ”

The white hat's faint voice floated in.

Ruilai's expression moved, his eyes were slightly thoughtful, and he took out the necessary tools such as the drawing board, pen holder, and modulation plate, and condensed some watery seasoning to prepare for the pen.

When all was ready, the white hat, who was watching, said:

"Before I begin, I'd like to ask a question."

Ruilai looked up and met the white hat.

"Do you think... What is painting? The white hat's eyes were a little more serious and serious.

Under the white hat's gaze, Ruilai fell into thought, and in a few minutes, he replied seriously:

"For me, painting is a vivid way to record the beauty of the world when I was lonely and lonely as a child."

The white hat nodded flatly, as if in approval of this answer, "Then let's get started......

Relai's breathing slowed, turning his attention to the two orcs, concentrating on every detail, and then began to pick up watercolor pens and paint heavily on the drawing board, outlining lines, filling in colors, and perfecting details.

An hour later.

There were two more sleeping orcs on the drawing board, the bronze horns of the minotaur were sharp, and they turned inky black in the night, and the pig-headed man's belly was swollen like a pink hill, and their respective characteristics were vividly depicted.

Raylai's gaze swept over every inch of the canvas and confidently twisted it to show it to Whitebeard.

In the night, the pattern on the drawing board clearly fell into the eyes of the white hat, but in exchange for a calm face, his face did not fluctuate.

"Whitebeard Mentor, what are the other flaws in my painting? I hope you can point me across. "Ruilai humbly asks for advice.

"Well, first of all, you can see that you have not received professional training in painting in the past, and it is not easy to do this on your own." Whitebeard said slowly: "A rough sweep has a high degree of restoration, but whether it is color mixing, line outline, or hierarchical structure, these basic skills are the basis for us to integrate into our personality, if we don't even have the ability to perfectly restore the things in the world, let alone mix with our own understanding, we will not be able to touch the profound realm of painting." ”

"The high level of painting? Blend in your own personality? Ray listened carefully, this was the first time he had heard such a statement.

"That's right." A smile appeared at the corner of Whitebeard's mouth: "I just asked you about your understanding of painting, and you also said that it was your choice when you were lonely and bored." The art of painting, which comes from the hands of painters, must be subjectively influenced by the painters. Things are objective, but the beauty of things and the characteristics of things are subjective in our eyes, and in our eyes, the impression of anything may be different from its own image. ”

Ruilai nodded thoughtfully.

"In other words, when the basic skills reach a certain height, they can give things so-called 'personality'?"

Whitebeard smiled: "It depends on the degree of care, basic skills are only a necessary condition, not the key to success." ”

Ruilai nodded approvingly and touched his chin: "Well, I'll try to do this!" ”…

"Hehehe, you have talent and are willing to work hard, I believe you can." Whitebeard smiled and put the sketchpad down: "Let's do it again, remember your shortcomings just now......"

Half a month later.

Spring goes to the summer solstice, and there is a hint of scorching heat in the air.

Under the clear sky, on the green meadow, Leiter strolls through the manor with a baby in his arms.

This is his fifth grandchild, Tucker's second daughter.

Babies who are not yet full moon are still vulnerable, and a light mist covers them above them to prevent them from direct sunlight.

LTECH brought up the system panel.

[Head of the house: Leiter. Green]

[Second generation member: Tucker. Green, Raylai. Green, Thales. Green]

[Three generations of members: Dick. Green, Carres. Green, Kazena. Green, Abel. Green, Tracy. Green]

【Text Simulation】

【Realistic Simulation】

[Fate: 173]

There is an extra name at the end of the three generations of members.

The baby, who was born only a week ago, was eventually named Tracy at Vanessa's insistence.

Leiter maintained the posture of holding his granddaughter Tracy with his left hand, and his right hand swayed naturally, strolling leisurely, deliberately showing a kind smile.

The bright sunlight shone on his face, quite holy and kind.

It's like taking a photo album.

In fact, it was similar, in the other corner of the lawn, the second son Ruilai calmly waved his pen and quickly sketched the scene in front of him on a drawing board.

A majestic man, with a dignified and amiable look, holding a young baby in his arms, stepping on the green meadow, bathing in the sun, behind them were flowers, and behind the flowers was the tall dark rock castle.

"Okay, no, Raylai." Leitt's posture remained the same, but his voice drifted forward.

He's been in this position for two hours.

Of course, this is also his request, and he hopes that this 'grandfather and grandson photo' will be perfect.

"Right away, just a little bit, just about half an hour longer." Ruilai hurriedly soothed, and at the same time changed into a red watercolor pen to decorate the flowers on the grass.

LTECH was still thinking in his mind at this time, he should shoot another day... No, it's a family portrait, since you can't draw yourself, but you can ask a white hat painter to help.

Well... It's a good idea.

"Good news, good news!"

A loud and hurried shout came from the stone path.

Tucker, who rushed in from the gate of the manor, was in a hurry, and when he saw Leyter's position, he made a sharp turn and leaned over.

He is very fast, a distance of a few hundred meters can be reached in a matter of seconds.

Leitt's brows furrowed, and when he saw his eldest son rushing over, he hurriedly stopped:

"Tucker, don't move, we'll talk about something later."

"Alright, Father!" Tucker stopped with a sudden brake, touched the back of his head, and pinched a beautiful book in his other hand, the cover of which was a picture of a mountain forest, with the word "Panlong" printed on it.

Realizing that Raylai seemed to be painting for his father, Tucker waited patiently, looking down at "Coiling Dragon" from time to time, and there was always a flash of amazement in his eyes.

Half an hour past the fun.

"Alright, Father, you're free to move around." …

Ruilai's voice fell, and he also inserted the watercolor pen into the pen holder, looking at the work in front of him with satisfaction. Since studying with the white hat half a month ago, although I have not understood the so-called integration into the personality, under the guidance of the famous teacher, the shortcomings of the basic skills are basically made up.

Reiter was finally able to break free from his static posture and began to pace left and right on the grass.

At this time, Tucker rushed up again, holding the book, "Father......

"Wait!" Leiter waved his hand without squinting, looked at Ruilai, and said with a little expectation: "Ruilai, let me see how my painting and Tracy's painting is." ”

Tuck:.

Ruilai stepped forward with a smile and handed the sketchpad to his father: "I tried my best, I played ten points, this is already the limit of what I can create, if there is anything dissatisfied, my father will bear with me." ”

"Haha, not bad, not bad!" Leiter smiled rarely, held the drawing board in his hand, and exclaimed: "Oh, I seem to have seen myself and Tracy standing together, it must be a beautiful picture, Ruilai, your painting skills are so amazing!" ”

"There's still a lot of room for improvement." Ruilai said modestly.

"No, no, no, in my opinion, this painting is a work of love and concentration, and I am quite satisfied." Reiter shook his head absently, and then, as if he had finally remembered Tucker, he urged, "Tucker, I've given you a task, you go and hang it in the center of the hall on the first floor of the castle, in the lower position, I want to see it every day." ”

"Huh? Father, I have something to tell you. Tucker said aggrievedly.

"I'll talk about it later, so let's go." Rett slapped Tucker on the shoulder and nudged.

Tucker's eyes were a little resentful.

"Ahem, ahem." Ruilai watched from the sidelines and interjected, "Father, this watercolor painting needs to be exposed to the air for a while to make its colors more solidified. ”

"Oh? Is that so......" Rett was stunned, pretending to be abrupt, the hand that was pushing Tucker's shoulder was raised, turned to pat, and smiled: "By the way, what were you going to say just now?" ”

Tucker blinked, his eyes blank, and for a moment he suspected that he was not biological again.

He muttered dissatisfiedly: "Father, it's your "Coiling Dragon", which is on fire in Dark Eagle City, and I'm here to tell you the good news!"

You don't know, when I inspected Dark Eagle City just now, I found that many people were talking about the plot in "Panlong", and I went to the Daotun Chamber of Commerce to take a look, and the queue was lined up in a long line, the scene was too spectacular!

Tucker's eyes were bright, and the more he spoke, the more emotional he became, and he quickly put the unhappiness behind him and looked at his father's face full of pride.

"Well, that's ......," Reiter nodded, not too surprised.

"Father, did you already know?" Tucker looked at his father.

At this time, Ruilai added on the side:

"Generally, before the release, we will ask a lot of people to try it out, and based on the feedback effect, we will get the effect of the first release. My father must have been prepared in advance, and he had expected today's situation. ”

Good son, you have a good reason for your father...... Leiter glanced at it and pretended to be profound: "That's right, that's ......"

Tucker and Rylai looked at their father and adored them once again!

On the outskirts of Dark Eagle City.

"McCroft, tell me something, I'm going to patrol quickly." Vicky said as she looked at Mycroft.

Vicky is wearing a fiery red mage robe today, outlining a bumpy figure, a plump figure, and slender and straight long legs. Although she doesn't look young, she always exudes the charm of a mature woman.

"Don't waste your time, Vicky, thank you for inviting me to drink last time, so I brought you a gift today." Mycroft smiled softly and pulled out a beautiful book from his bosom.

2-in-1, long wait