Early the next morning.

After breakfast as usual, Rosen hurried to the drawing room of the Hound House.

When I got to the ground, I found that everything was business as usual.

Harrick was wiping the table, Shapole was rubbing his meal, but Olekjah was nowhere to be seen.

Rosen was a little surprised: "Uncle, didn't you stay at the House of Roses?"

Shapole waved at Rosen with a gloomy face: "Go, go, go, don't mention that place to me."

This reaction was really strange, and Rosen turned his head to look at Uncle Harrick, who knew everything.

Harrick gloated: "He's useless."

Rosen was stunned and asked rhetorically: "What does this mean is useless, is it that useless?"

"Which one else is useless?"

"But why? I didn't get hurt yesterday. ”

'Bang! ’

Xia Bolai slapped the table hard, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly

"I don't believe it!"

"It must have been too tired yesterday, I'll try again today."

With that, he finished a few bites of bread and rushed out the door in a rage.

Lawson thought things were weird.

But seeing the uncle's vigorous appearance, it shouldn't be a serious illness, so he withdrew his attention.

After saying hello to Harrick, he walked briskly to the studio on the third floor.

Urekja said that she was coming today, but she was not seen, so Rosen naturally did not wait for her.

Uncle Harrick had thoughtfully propped up his sketchpad, put away the paints and tools he was going to use, and wrote down the user's request on a slip of paper.

Nowadays, in the glamorous painting world of Silver Moon Castle, the stunning gallery has become somewhat famous, and some people have begun to take the initiative to ask for paintings.

When it comes to selling paintings, user needs come first.

Open the note and peruse it.

'I want to see a maiden as pure, beautiful, and effeminate as a newborn lamb, being wantonly bullied by a few strong, ugly, wild males, to inspire pity in my heart. ’

From a benevolent gentleman who concealed his identity.

The minimum remuneration is 30 CZK, and additional remuneration is provided for good quality.

Lawson was speechless: "This gentleman is really merciful."

So, is there such a thing in "My Harem"?

There must be, and there are a lot of them, and the choice is very wide.

Considering that there are more moral gentlemen in the other world, the world he has seen is not wide, and his psychology is fragile and easy to be impacted, Lawson chose a relatively subtle one in the material library.

After choosing, the idea moved, and the hands of multiple mages were activated together, and they began to draw quickly.

When he reached the eight or nine points, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, and his heart moved, knowing that Olekjah had arrived.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, I heard a mocking voice suddenly coming from behind me.

"Rosen, your imagination is truly amazing, no wonder your visualization is so efficient."

It was Urekja, standing a meter behind her, listening to the tone of voice, she was watching him draw.

Rosen was mentally prepared, and he was not surprised, and the brush in his hand was not messed up at all.

"I'm an ethical artist, I offer what my clients need, and I do the best I can."

"Hmm, this picture is so real, it seems that you can even see the skin lines, you can't have seen it with your own eyes, right?"

"It's all imaginary."

"Well, your imagination is admirable."

After a pause, Olekia smiled again, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

"I want to ask a lot, but you certainly won't answer me."

After a pause, Rosen suddenly thought of Shapole, and his heart lit up: "Uncle won't be useless for you, right?"

'Giggle~'

A mischievous laugh came from behind him, telling Rosen that he had guessed correctly.

He was a little worried: "Can you recover?"

"Of course it can, it's just a little spell called 'Sage's Heart'. After more than half a month, the effect will naturally fade. ”

Rosen was relieved: "Having said that, uncle should indeed be restrained."

There are many ways to indulge in self-defilement, so why bother to hang on the girl, it costs money and hurts the body.

After a while, the painting was finished, and Rosen named it "The Lamb Who Fell into the Cave".

Set your work aside to dry and replace it with a new canvas.

"Miss Olekja, it's your turn...... You'd better close the door. ”

'Bang Dang'

The door closed and locked, the curtains were drawn, and the room became very dark.

Rosen thought about it and used a constant light trick against the ceiling to light up the room.

Olekjah walked up to Rosen, spun back and forth a few times, and asked with a smile, "So, what pose should I pose?"

At this time, she was only wearing a thin skirt similar to silk, and the hem of the skirt covered about fifteen centimeters above the knee, revealing a pair of white long legs like jade pillars.

On Earth, this dress is normal, but in terms of the morality of this world, it is already comparable to the debauchery of a prostitute.

It is estimated that the other party is only wearing a thin skirt, and Rosen can't help but think a little about it.

Of course, business comes first.

"What you pose and what you wear depends on what kind of verve you want to show."

"The heroism of the warrior, the freedom of the traveler, the mystery of the mage, the holiness of the temple maiden, and so on."

"So, what do you think the transcendent should be?"

Rosen thought about it carefully: "Mysterious, indifferent, lonely, and powerful."

"Well, everything else is an illusion, but loneliness is real."

Rosen somewhat understood: "Then look in the mirror with a lonely face and admire your beautiful and flawless immortal body alone?"

"Mirrors?"

"A large part of the composition of the painting is the technique of playing light and shadow. The mirror is a master of light and shadow, and it is also a prop with a natural mysterious temperament. ”

"In addition, through the reflection of the mirror, in a painting, you can show both your front and your back,"

"Aha, you're really professional, but there's no mirror here...... But it doesn't matter, I'll do some illusions. ”

She snapped her fingers, and a high-quality floor-to-ceiling mirror appeared next to her, looking exactly like the real thing.

"It's better to be in a house with a good decoration to set off the dignity of the transcendent on the side."

"No problem."

With a snap of your fingers, the room is golden.

In the end, Olekia looked at the thin skirt on her body and fell into hesitation.

Lawson didn't rush, just waited patiently.

After a few seconds, the skirt was still gone, and then she looked in the mirror with her back to Lawson.

She asked, "Is that okay?"

Rosen felt that the angle was wrong, and he felt less, so he asked, "Do you mind if I change the viewing angle?"

"Let's change, but you'd better not make me feel anything else."

Rosen stood five meters away, looking at it from all angles, looking for the most flavorful angle.

From time to time, he would use a light technique to change the light, and he would also make a statement to ask the other party to adjust their posture.

When changing angles, Rosen noticed a strange thing.

Through the golden points of light in his body, he seemed to be able to vaguely feel the power fluctuations in the other party's body.

Through fluctuations, you can vaguely perceive the other party's emotions.

It seems to be a mixture of shyness, excitement, and excitement, and it is very complicated.

After about a quarter of an hour, Rosen nodded, "It's okay."

At this moment, in the splendid palace, a powerful and mysterious transcendent daughter was standing in front of an antique mirror, looking at her delicate and flawless body with a stunned gaze.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, time seems to freeze, and in an instant it becomes eternal.

As a professional gentleman painter, and for the sake of his own safety, Rosen resolutely withdrew his gaze lingering on the other party, returned to the canvas, and closed his eyes.

It seems to be contemplative, but in fact, it is comparing the advantages and disadvantages of each screenshot in the adventure log.

After a long time, he chose the one that had the most feelings, and opened the painting.

Olekjar had reverted to her dress as a warrior in studded leather armor and stood behind Rosen as he painted.

After looking at it for a while, she suddenly spoke: "I want to know how you keep my power in your body."

The tone was flat, with some curiosity, but there was no blame.

It's normal to think about it, Rosen doesn't threaten her at all, so naturally he won't care.

Rosen thought about countermeasures last night and was mentally prepared.

"If you don't know, I don't know. My personal guess is that your medicine is not ready. ”

"Besides, this power has no effect on me, but I can sense your proximity at a certain distance."

Olekia put one hand around her chest and one hand on her chin, her face full of contemplation.

"Didn't you have the medicine...... Well, I can't rule it out, after all, I'm not a professional alchemist. ”

Rosen asked tentatively, "Why don't you take your power back?"

"If I could take it back, I wouldn't ask you. The power in your body is strange, like mine, but not like the whole ...... It's probably a combination of the power of you and me. ”

"What then?" Rosen only threw questions at the other side.

He was now only an apprentice and had limited knowledge, so it made perfect sense.

Urekhaya didn't think of a way, thinking that it didn't seem to be a big deal, so she waved her hand.

"Forget it, forget it, it's not harmful anyway, so be it."

Rosen breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face: "Miss Olekjah, this really scared me, for fear of being punished by you."

Urekja chuckled, "You think of the transcendent as too terrifying, too powerful, far less terrifying."

At this time, the general outline of the picture has begun to appear, and it can be vaguely seen that it is very well drawn.

Olekjah was very happy: "Well, it feels completely different from looking at myself in the mirror, and it is indeed much better than my usual appearance."

"For the sake of this picture, I'll pay you some too."

As she spoke, she reached into Lawson's shirt and stabbed him in the back with her fingernails a dozen times.

Lawson felt a tingling pain in his skin, and he was so pained that he almost drew crookedly.

"Lady Olekjah, you almost ruined the painting."

"Haha, sorry, sorry."

Then she began to explain, "I have imprinted a sun seal on your back, an extraordinary spell created by my mother, which is very powerful, and the effect lasts for a year."

"Through this mark, you will be able to detect the presence of the Apostle of Winterless as soon as it approaches you."

"The stronger the strength of the Winterless Apostle, the stronger the vibration of the Law Seal, and the stronger the perception distance."

Rosen's heart was shocked: "Did the Apostle of Neverwinter come to me for revenge?" ”

"It's very unlikely, because the Lord of Neverwinter is very cautious, and must be very weak at the moment, and will never squander his power like this. This seal is just in case. ”

After a pause, he explained in detail how to use the seal.

"The strength of the Winterless Apostles is strong and weak, and with your current ability and the advantage of mana polarity, it is enough to deal with most of the Winterless Apostles."

"I'll give you a reference. If the opponent is within 200 meters, the Fayin will vibrate, and there is no threat to you. Be cautious and easily defeat it. ”

Rosen was happy and a little worried, "Thank you very much for your kindness and generosity, but will the King of Neverwinter himself come to me?"

'Haha~~'

Olekja laughed: "Forget it, it's a tree, it's not that it can't be moved, it's just that when it moves, it's very quiet." And the third golden rule is no joke. ”

Rosen was completely relieved: "Thank you very much, Ms. Olekjah. ”

Next, he concentrated on painting.

About an hour later, the painting was finished.

Rosen asked again, "How are you going to take it?"

Olekya grinned, "It's easy."

Stretching out his finger on the canvas, the golden light shimmered, and the content of the canvas was immediately completely fixed.

She rolled the canvas and tied it around her belt.

"Now that I have the money, and I've had enough of Silvermoon Castle, it's time to travel to other places."

"Goodbye, funny little one, and hopefully the next time we meet, you'll be alive and not lying in some cold cemetery."

"That's a sad thing."

"I'm the one who should be sad."

"There is no shortage of interesting companions among mortals, but unfortunately mortals' lives are as short as bubbles, and I don't dare to make deep friends, lest I get a sad ......"

"Hey, don't say it, goodbye, goodbye."

At the last few words, Olekja's figure had disappeared into the room.

She is gone, and the golden phantom dissipates invisibly, like an end of a dream.

Lawson stood still, a faint melancholy on his face.

"This is a beautiful scenery that I am far from reaching at present, alas~'