nownovels Chapter 235 The Troubles of Happiness
Chapter 235 The Troubles of Happiness
Chapter 235 The Troubles of Happiness
The blonde girl in the crowd asked gently:
"Did we disturb your creative process?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "No, I just suddenly felt like there were a lot of eyes on me, so I turned around to look."
After saying that, he turned around, no longer paying attention to the crowd behind him, and began to focus on depicting the seagulls circling in the sky and their reflections on the sea.
About two or three minutes later, the moment he made the last stroke, he felt the faint signs of the "Recorder" potion being digested within his body.
Although not very strong, he did digest some of the potion.
This shows that he was on the right track, and the next step was to go to more places and use his paintings to record more seascapes and folk customs.
He got up and tidied up his tools, then turned to look at the crowd behind him. Before he could speak, someone asked:
"Sir, are you selling this painting?"
"Although I don't know which master you are, this painting is definitely one of the best works of art I have ever seen."
10. "Just looking at it gives me the feeling of being at the sea."
Sir Ryan looked at the middle-aged gentleman who had already taken out his wallet and was waiting for him to make an offer, and smiled as he reminded him:
"We are at sea now, enjoying the gentle afternoon sun and sea breeze."
The middle-aged gentleman shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, this is not the same."
"On the ship, all we felt was the dazzling sunlight and the salty sea breeze, but your painting made me feel as if my body was being soaked and enveloped by the sea, as if I were becoming one with the ocean around me."
"Only the highest and most profound art can create a sense of immersion for people."
No, my extraordinary abilities can also do that.
Cyril felt an urge to rub his forehead; he had been trying his best to prevent his paintings from having too much of an extraordinary impact on the surroundings.
Even without using any extraordinary abilities or spiritually rich materials, the paintings he creates seem naturally extraordinary, possessing a certain realism and giving viewers an immersive experience.
If he wished, he could actively amplify this effect, for example, by making the viewer of this painting go from feeling the seawater enveloping their body to actually drowning, until they actually die.
Before Pu Sheng became a “recordist,” his paintings wouldn’t have been like this.
It seems that as his sequence advances, under the influence of his rank, the essence of his life is gradually changing, moving closer to the Lord of Dimensions, the creator of the world in the painting... If this trend continues, will the paintings I casually draw become magical items with effects comparable to talismans once I become a demigod?
Not necessarily. Maybe by then I'll be able to actively control this trait.
Lost in thought, he pulled a gold coin from his pocket and flicked it into the air with a clang.
After a simple divination confirmed that his painting wouldn't have any real negative impact on ordinary people, he looked back at the middle-aged gentleman from before:
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't intend to sell this painting; it's a memento of my voyage."
"However, I will be staying on the ship for a few more days. If you would like, you can ask me to paint a portrait just for you."
The fleeting disappointment in the middle-aged gentleman's eyes instantly turned into delight:
"Of course, sir painter, I'll offer 10, 30, no, 50 pounds, how about that?"
He paused briefly, then added:
"I'm going on this trip to the Roside Islands to purchase a batch of local specialty products. I don't have much working capital besides the payment for the goods, so please forgive me."
Sirion nodded slightly: "Any price you think is reasonable is fine."
Anyway, it's just a painting I did on a whim, so anything over a pound is a profit.
The blonde girl who had spoken earlier also spoke up at this moment, asking:
"Sir, may I have the pleasure of having you paint a portrait of my brother and me?"
"The pay is still £50."
The young boy next to her reached out and tugged at her skirt, seemingly objecting to the price, but received no response from her.
Cyril smiled politely and nodded: "Of course, but we'll have to wait until tomorrow."
"If you don't mind the background of the painting being at night, you can choose tonight."
The blonde girl's eyes lit up: "Could it be the starry sky?"
Cyril looked up at the sky: "That depends on the weather. It looks like tonight will be a night of dazzling stars, but who knows what the weather will be like at sea?"
Especially in the mysterious ocean, who knows, some bored sea monster or "sea king" might suddenly stir up a storm.
The blonde girl smiled and agreed, "That's true, the weather at sea is always unpredictable."
After a brief pause, she returned to the previous topic:
"My name is Elena. If the weather is alright tonight, you can find me in cabin 312 on the right side of the ship. If I can find a perfect painting, it will be the greatest reward of this trip."
"It's my pleasure," Sirion replied with a smile and a nod.
After that, several relatively young gentlemen and ladies invited him to paint their portraits.
Cyril only agreed to the first two who spoke, after all, he was there to play the role of digesting potions, not to be a painter to expand his business.
If it weren't for the middle-aged gentleman who initially raised his painting price to 50 rust, a level that deterred many, he doubted that today's orders would have allowed him to paint all the way to Bayam, the capital of the Rothschild Islands, known as the "City of Generosity."
...I guess this is a happy kind of trouble?
He really wanted to share this with Klein in person; his expression would be quite interesting. Gathering his thoughts, he turned to the middle-aged gentleman who had initially made the request and asked with a smile:
"Sir, would you like me to paint your portrait now? It will be dusk soon, and the sunset should be quite beautiful tonight."
The middle-aged gentleman smiled and nodded: "Of course."
"By the way, my name is Lauvin Ritchie, a merchant engaged in maritime trade. Sir, what's your name, and which master painter are you a student of?"
Sirion shook his head slightly: "Randolph Carter is not a student of any master, but just a painting enthusiast."
"Then you must be a genius!" Lauwen didn't hold back his praise.
As evening approached and dinner time drew near, most of the crowd that had been watching Sir Ryan paint dispersed.
Only a few people remained, all of whom seemed to be acquainted with Lao Wen and were waiting for him there.
Before it got completely dark, Cyril finally finished the portrait of Lauvin, took the paper off the wooden shelf, and handed it to him.
"Do not fold or turn it upside down. It is best to place the painting in a well-ventilated place so that the paint on it will dry faster."
"In addition, if you want to preserve it for a long time, it is best to use an airtight frame."
Lao Wen smiled and nodded: "Haha, please rest assured, I am a loyal art lover and know how to take every masterpiece of a painter seriously."
"Once we get to Bayam, I'll have it framed. It will be my most prized possession from this voyage."
...There's no need to be so formal. These casual paintings aren't even disposable items to me.
Unable to hear his inner thoughts, Lao Wen politely invited him:
"Mr. Randolph, do you have time to have dinner with me?"
Cyril pointed to the easel beside him and shook his head, saying, "Sorry, I still need to tidy up these tools."
"Also, it looks like there won't be any bad weather tonight, and I still need to paint for that lady who already has an appointment."
Lao Wen did not insist, and immediately nodded:
"Then I won't bother you any longer. Here is my contact information. If you ever come to Bayam or Dixi Bay, you are welcome to visit me. I sincerely welcome every artist."
As he spoke, he handed over a business card the size of a playing card, along with five £10 notes.
After taking it, Sirien glanced at it and saw that it belonged to a specialty trading company called Red Moon, whose owner was Lauwen.
After accepting the business card, he nodded politely to the other person.
"I definitely will if I have the chance."
After saying goodbye to Lauwen, Sirian packed up her art supplies, preparing to go back to her room first and then go to the ship's restaurant for dinner.
As he was busy tidying up his brushes and paints, he suddenly saw a pair of men's black leather shoes stop in front of him.
Without looking up, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm not accepting any more painting invitations for the time being."
"I am the captain of the White Agate, Airland Kag."
"I won't draw it then."
Cyril continued to tidy up his tools.
After a brief silence, Ellan, who had approached Sirien, spoke first:
"I can tell your painting is not ordinary; I hope you won't use it to disrupt order on the ship."
Cyril stopped what he was doing and looked up at the captain who had approached him. The man's spirituality far surpassed that of ordinary people, but was still far inferior to his own; he was a low-sequence extraordinary being.
Although he looks strong and healthy, his face shows signs of aging, with obvious wrinkles around his eyes, forehead, and mouth.
He withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, chuckled softly, and asked curiously:
"Did my drawing of people disrupt the ship's economic market?"
Erlan shook his head with a serious expression:
"No, there is no such rule on the ship. I just hope that as an extraordinary being, you will not use your abilities to influence ordinary people."
"This is against the rules."