In the middle of the night, someone who had been feeling the same familiarity got up and took out the portrait again. This is an oil painting on a wooden panel, and with my own perception of art, I can only judge it to this extent. The woman in the painting is certainly not recognized, and there are no obvious symbols or markings on the painting that would indicate the identity of the creator.

Look at it head-on, look backwards, zoom in, and try to parse the different layers of paint to see if there is any picture-in-picture. All of this proves that this is a painting that has no secrets. And then someone quite easily flipped over the engraving and looked at the back......

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"Whoaaaa

Someone let out an unknown strange scream, and directly woke up the lich on the bed, who didn't know what kind of nerves came to sleep with today. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, saw someone holding the painting, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why, it's not enough to do with me, I'm excited when I see that painting, right?" ”

"Yes and no. Alas, what am I talking about. Lin hurriedly flipped over the back of the painting, pointed to the signature and said, "Look at this, look at this." ”

"You can get excited when you look at a strange word, weirdo." After scolding, Fen closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

Well, I guess that's normal, after all, this lich doesn't recognize the birdsong of the earth. Although the Lost Land is also written in pinyin, the most basic alphabet is completely different from the alphabet inherited from the Latin language family. And when Lin was presiding over the compilation of the P language, he did not have to invade the culture and bring the alphabet of the earth, except for some specific Arabic numerals and mathematical symbols.

In other words, the person who signs the back of this portrait can only be the man, or at least someone who knows the man, if not the two Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Leonardo da Vinci, one of the three great masters of the Italian Renaissance, the most unprofessional painter, the polymath, and most likely the earth's time-traveler or reborn, a man with countless mysteries. I don't know if he wears the earth through the earth, or if the alien wears the earth, or if he wears it out and wears it back.

Reminiscent of the conversation with Earth Consciousness, it is speculated that this kind of 'exchange student' occasionally appears between different worlds. Originally, I thought that this was just one world to another world, and as long as I found a way, I could still return to my hometown.

But if the magician who left this painting is really that one. And he's still alive, in the same era as himself. Does this mean that the time travel between the two worlds is not only the transformation of space, but also the timeline? So there is this kind of picture of Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong and Zhang Fei fighting Yue Fei.

According to the owner of the shop, it was a magician who claimed to be the man who went to his shop to sell paintings. By the time the shopkeeper opened his account book, someone had already recorded all the information and also saw the purchase price of the painting. For an ordinary person, a painter, the money is quite high; But for a magician, that amount of money is really nothing.

Is it because he is so poor that he needs to make a living by selling paintings, or is it actually someone else who takes his paintings and casually exchanges them for a few dollars?

Try to think about the method of dating a painting, but unfortunately I am not a connoisseur, nor an author, and I have no relevant knowledge to judge the age of the print in my hand. The only thing that is certain is that this painting is not of the kind where the ink has just dried.

There may be a chance to meet the legend, and Lin is lying to say that he is not excited. But there is another thought in my heart, I hope to see him is not him. When the gap of more than 500 years was filled, I couldn't imagine what my hometown would be like when I returned to Earth.

Is it the end of the world after Skynet has been raging, or the Earth Federation that has entered the interstellar society in the StarCraft War. Or is he going back to a certain dynasty in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties?

In the midst of countless unknowns that could not be answered, someone held the engraving in his mouth and looked worriedly at the starry sky outside the window.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, almost waking up the entire inn. It was like something falling and smashing to the ground, triggering a chain reaction that smashed a room full of things.

This time, it was replaced by Lin Ming. The lich, who had been woken up again, glared hatefully at some blind man, and said, "What's the matter?" ”

After thinking about it, Lin said, "It's been stolen, I guess." ”

After saying that, Lin got up and prepared to go and look at his pile of belongings. But Fen said indifferently, "Oh, that's probably not going to be ours." I have the anti-theft device turned on. Then he fell into a deep sleep.

Hearing the 'anti-theft device', Lin shrugged his shoulders and sat back in his seat. In order to prolong the life of the eggshell, whenever possible, Fen will open the eggshell containing part of the body of the unspeakable. The strange aura that leaked out was absorbed by the World Tree seeds that were put together.

A harmonious balance has been struck. Eggshells made of expensive materials don't have to be sealed alone, and the erosion rate will be slowed down, and things will not break down too quickly. But this balance is limited to the fact that they cancel each other's breath out of each other, and do not change each other's status quo. At least they won't destroy each other, even if they touch each other.

In other words, if someone is curious to touch the indescribable thing, unless the other party is a person of the same level as Fin, the result will only be eaten by the octopus feet.

And among all the curiosities, who wouldn't be curious about something in an eggshell?

If you miss out on some priceless treasures and take only some ordinary things, you will be a thief in vain. What's more, it's a magician who stole it.

Lost thieves are adventurous, and if they don't have the guts, they really can't do this profession. So who would bypass the eggshell and take only something else? At least a few times I fed the unspeakable, and the belongings I carried with me were not short. On the contrary, there are often more small props used by thieves, which are left at the scene.

Hmm~ Should the lives of these people be counted on their own heads? Lin was thinking about such a question, but such trivial matters were quickly put to the back of his mind. Now someone only has feelings for what he has done with his own hands, and he is not hung up directly because of himself, and he has not gathered a division, but also the number of people in a brigade. To be responsible for them, he would have gone back to his hometown to sell salted duck eggs a long time ago.

The thing I was thinking about was still more worrying.

Sleepless nights.

The next day, still waiting for the boat. Lin took to the streets. It's not that men don't like to go shopping, it's just that the things they shop are different from those of women.

And yesterday when I went shopping on the street, there were nearly 20 people behind me, like a big brother with a younger brother, collecting protection money along the street. How could it be possible to continue yesterday's gameplay today, so I gave two apprentices and four dwarves a little pocket money and released them.

As for Uzov and the others, perhaps they realized that a group of ten people walked together by chance, which was really abrupt. And Lin would have allowed them to follow yesterday, also because they were unfamiliar with the place, and it was much better to have someone with them than to break in by themselves. Today someone politely and firmly declined them to continue on the same path.

Don't listen?

What confidence do they have not to listen?

To be honest, they were able to keep up, more or less because of someone's tacit approval. If Lin really pulled up a face and let them go as far as they could, would they dare not leave? Could it be that there are ten of them, that is, they are tougher than the hundreds of people in the Hanen Society? Not to mention that if someone leaves directly with the flashing technique, everyone else except Fen can only be dumbfounded, what else can they do.

Fen was the only one who could keep up with Lin, not only because she was capable of doing it, but on the other hand, she didn't know what to do if she was shopping alone. At her level, ordinary items no longer arouse her interest, even rare items may not be. So it's not so much that she's hanging out for the sake of hanging out, it's that she just wants to look at the man and see what he does that is unexpected.

The Silverbearded Dwarves are keen to find anything that will grow and strengthen their race. Technology, knowledge, goods, culture, institutions, methods and, of course, the most important resources, especially those that can be used to repair and build peace forces. The peace armed forces that are still lying in their nests can be said to be the pain of the silverbearded dwarves.

The number of peace armed forces has been declining for a long time, on the grounds that there are no materials to build them. As for the materials they needed or could be substituted, they had also consulted the magician. I don't know if someone has too little knowledge, or if those rare resources have been exhausted, or if it's just because of the different times, the name has changed. All of this needs to be confirmed by their own eyes.

Needless to say, two young girls. They have their own interests, and they are happy to explore their own preferences, and choose some good things that they will regret if they miss them. If you follow their teacher's ass, it's tied hands and feet, and it's inconvenient to do anything. So they're happy to shop for themselves.

Somebody went straight to the shop where they bought their paintings yesterday. Yesterday it was a crowded art store, but today it is packed with people looking at paintings.

Art has always been like that, and there are far more people who join in the fun than can really understand it.

Yesterday I inadvertently helped them think of a bunch of advertising words, and it seems that they have taken advantage of the momentum well. But it also caused some trouble. Lin looked at the small shop full of people, and was thinking about whether to see one by one, and threw it all away with the exile technique of another dimension.

"Ah, Lord Tripwood." The sharp-eyed shopkeeper shouted, and the crowd lined up from the shop, and came to the two magicians with great difficulty. He bowed his head respectfully and asked, "You two are coming to the shop again, and I don't know if there is anything I can help with." ”

"Do you have any other paintings from yesterday's creator?" Lin asked straight to the point.

As for yesterday's painting, which attracted the attention of this magician, the shopkeeper had already checked his inventory, and even the records of past sales. But the conclusion was regrettable, and he could only say truthfully: "Your Excellency, that magician sold us only that painting. There is nothing else. ”

"So, have you ever seen a work with such a mark?" What Lin showed, of course, was Da Vinci's signature in Italian.

The shopkeeper did not dare to slack off on such a request, saying: "I am not very familiar with this part, but I have servants who specialize in the management and maintenance of the paintings." Shall I ask him to come over and make sure? ”

Lin nodded. The shopkeeper, who returned to the shop, quickly brought out a shrewd-looking little man from the crowd. After looking at the autograph displayed by the magician, he quickly found several works from the shop, large and small, and all with some plausible marks.

However, none of these marks came from the earth's writing, and in someone's judgment, they may just be ciphertext used by some of the more secretive sects. In this regard, Lin only regrets.