Dark city

16. Art

Life in the deep blue is tense and regular, and time slips away inadvertently. Richard is still Richard, and his life has not changed much, except that many inexplicable incomes have begun to increase on his monthly bills, and 'Helen Sue's Joy' has always been the largest piece of income. Richard never understood how he made Su Helen 'happy', but every time he saw the bill, he would really feel the heavy gold content of the legendary mage's joy. If at least one of the Grand Magus wants such 'joy', it won't be long before they go bankrupt.

Although Su Hailun has been happy, Richard has always been able to maintain a balance of payments. The cultivation of a magician requires a huge consumption that is unimaginable to ordinary people, and it can be said that there is no end. Moreover, the class schedule that Richard got has also changed recently, except for the big courses that everyone can listen to, such as the philosophy of magic, continental politics, and alchemy introduction, the number of small-scale courses on his class schedule has suddenly increased significantly, and even when he enters the classroom at the designated time, he will find that he is the only student in some subjects.

This is never a good thing! At least that's what Richard thought. This is because each Magister who teaches has a corresponding reward, and according to the regulations, the remuneration is shared by all the students who attend the class. Teaching alone meant that Richard had to pay the full amount of his tutor himself. As a result, the spending items on his monthly bill are also ballooning.

However, Richard found that after the legendary mage's first joy, he suddenly received a lot more attention from the people around him. People often point fingers at him in passing, chance encounters and even classes, and then whisper to each other. Richard's perception was not strong enough to perceive what they were saying, and he didn't care. It's just that this feeling of being noticed all the time makes little Richard feel

uncomfortable all over.

The legendary mage's so-called strict secrecy lasted less than a week before he told his inner circle about accepting a future constructor as a student. These people also failed to hold on to the full moon, and told the news to their confidants. In less than two months, the entire Deep Blue knew that a future builder was being born. Although there is endless uncertainty about the future, since this is Su Hailun's assessment, it must be correct. Even if there are still people who have doubts, they will not be stupid enough to say it. Fools who always tell the truth don't need the legendary mage to do it himself, naturally there are too many people who are willing to destroy it in exchange for 'Su Helen's Joy'.

Therefore, until now, there is only one person in the entire dark blue who does not know who the future builder is, and the person who has been shut up by this news is Richard. Of course, Richard didn't feel abnormal, for example, I don't know why, the course was mathematics, geometry, composition, aesthetics...... All the courses related to the magic circle suddenly multiplied, and some of the courses even had classmates in the basic tutorial section, and then he was the only student left. However, Richard's reaction to these anomalies was only slightly concerned about the increased spending that the course would imply.

Recently, Richard's curriculum has undergone a new change, and the number of drawing courses has begun to increase dramatically, and the basis for the introduction is drawing. Richard began a whole new field of study. But the homework he handed in always made the once famous Norland painter cry and laugh. Each of Richard's sketches was so precise that he couldn't find a single flaw. But what about Shen Yun? Painting is art, not simply reproducing reality. But if the reproduction is so real that it is indistinguishable from the real, it can also be called an art, right? Therefore, this great painter, every time he sees Richard's works, his chest is always tightened and he wants to vomit blood. The paintings, which were accurate to one hundredth of a centimeter, were like boulders, smashing heavily on his chest, crushing his belief and understanding of art again and again.