Because of Irene's sudden transformation, Richard's sky was clouded with a haze all summer. Whenever there was a little free time, the girl's smiling but crying face came to mind, and no matter how deliberate it was, it could not be dispelled. His mind was filled with Irene's figure, and with the help of superior intelligence and precision, her every word, smile, and every move would be completely restored in his mind, and even every detail of her body, along with the most mysterious areas that could not be fully explored, all the bits and pieces would be clearly remembered.

Mood changes.

Not so long ago, each fragment of memory brought sunshine, euphoria, apprehension, and anticipation for more the next day. And now, these memories are stacked day by day, and finally the warm warmth burns into a scorching heat, like a red-hot soldering iron, burning on his immature heart, leaving a thin trace next to the deep scar.

Richard knew that Erin had changed a lot in these days, and he knew that she had something on her mind, but he didn't know why, and every time he asked, there was no result. It was only then that Richard realized that he didn't have anyone to talk to except Erin. Yes, in Deep Blue he doesn't have any friends, none of them. Although he is Su Helen's personal disciple, it has been a year since he was in Deep Blue, and Richard has only seen his teacher three times. Speaking of which, apart from the Magi who teach, he spends the most time with Erin.

Whenever he was alone, the pain in Richard's heart was very clear, and even occasionally it was similar to the raging fire that only occurs in the depths of dreams. It was only when he hid in the vastness of magic and knowledge that he was able to regain his composure, focusing on complex formulas, curves, magic, and other-dimensional creatures.

Spend summer like winter.

This summer's Richard has been amazing. In every field of study, he completely exploded, and many times the results he handed over made the well-informed Great Magus speechless. There is nothing else to say but to praise the wise, great, and always right His Royal Highness Helen Sue. And in a very limited period of time, the growth of Richard's magic power has accelerated again, and he will reach the standard of a second-level magician by the end of summer. Outside of the realm of magic, Richard's watch is just as shocking. Philosophy, history, politics, economics, the little boy is like a dry desert, frantically absorbing every drop of knowledge. Even the most discerning painter was silent for a long time after seeing a painting handed in by Richard.

It was the back of a young girl, carrying a large thermostatic food box, walking briskly into the dimly lit passage in the distance. The silhouette of a moment outlined her depression, sadness, a little panic and fear, and even the corner of the flying magic robe made people mistakenly think that she would continue to move with the wind. I don't know why, the food box seems to be the center point of the picture, and the use of brushstrokes is also different from that of the portrait, if the movement of the portrait is excellently shaped, the food box seems to be still, heavy as a boulder, pulling the heart of the person looking at the painting straight down. The whole picture is plain, and there is no second painting tool, all sketched by a magic quill pen, and countless fine and dense lines of different shades together form this suffocating painting.

This painting made the great painter look at it for an hour, but it was still difficult to give an evaluation. Finally, he suddenly sighed and said to his assistant: "As long as the reproduction of reality breaks through the critical point, it will become art." And this painting, just the moment he caught it, was enough to become eternal!"

The assistant was dumbfounded, he didn't expect a simple plain sketch to be so evaluated by the master. However, as one of the few people who almost stood at the pinnacle of the Holy Alliance's art, the master's evaluation was categorically not wrong. Since it has been praised by the master himself, this painting can be sold for tens of thousands of gold coins in the outside world at will. The only thing that constrained it from appreciating further was that Richard was alive, and seemed to live for a long time. However, Richard may not be able to create such a work for a long time to come.

The master sighed for a long time, and finally shook his head heavily, waved his hand to let the assistant leave, and sat down in front of the easel, staring at the portrait of the girl. Before I knew it, it was dark, and the studio was dark, but a glowing flame ignited by pure magic appeared beside the master, adding a dim glow to the studio. In the dim light, the appeal of this plain sketch is truly unreservedly displayed, making the viewer feel as if they are in the dark, cold, empty, as if there is no end to the corridor.

"How many years has it been since I've seen something like this......? It must have hurt in my heart when I painted her!" muttered the master. He also had a time when he was young, and when he was most painful, he created the most brilliant works. However, after becoming famous, it is difficult to regain the passion and impulse of that time. Seeing this painting, it is as if I see Richard, that beautiful, silent but fierce boy in his bones.

The master suddenly became so anxious that he could not even sit comfortably in his chair, but he stood up and paced back and forth in front of the painting, as if deep down he had some difficult decision to make. After wandering for a whole hour, the master's gaze fell on the corner of the studio. There is an elaborate magic table there, which is somewhat out of step with the studio's overall casual style. The magic table is a special device for activating monthly bills, and it should have found a suitable space to set it up safely, but the master was a little informal, so this expensive and important device was thrown haphazardly in the corner of the studio, and only when it had to be used, it would be pulled out of the pile of scraps in the corner. Seeing the magic table, the master naturally thought of the monthly bill and thought of Su Helen's joy.

It had been months since the Master had seen the joy of a legendary mage.

And this painting ....... this painting is so expressive that there is no way for the master to pretend not to see it. It means special circumstances, and it is one of several special situations that Legendary Mages have specifically listed to report. If you don't report it, the master can think of it with his toes, and what will follow must be the fury of the legendary mage. The master can still struggle between art, conscience and Su Helen's joy, but between conscience and Su Helen's rage, there is no room for him to choose.

With a pained look on his face, the master reached out and took down the portrait of the girl, wrapped it carefully, and then hurriedly left the studio.

ps: First a part of the update comes up, and there is a change in the evening.