Chapter 489 Lanqi's Painting for Sigrid

In this isolated space, a towering door lintel stands tall, and on the walls, all kinds of mysterious antiques and paintings hang quietly, as if containing a story that spans time and space.

With only Lanqi and Sigrid present, the space of several hundred square meters seemed unusually spacious.

Lanci looked at Sigrid who was sleeping.

Behind the main seat, there were glass bottles and jars arranged, from amber wine glasses to clear-as-water famous wines. They reflected the midday light, making her in the center look extremely dazzling.

"call."

Lanqi walked to the easel, gently moved it, and sat down not far from her, in a corner of the collection hall, near the window.

These painting tools may have always been in Sigrid's family, or they may have been prepared for them in advance by Gloria, a direct soldier.

"Meow."

Boss Cat stayed on the ground, watching him draw as he usually did when waiting for Lanqi to make cards.

It rarely dares to get so close to Lanqi.

In this guy's hands, a paintbrush will always become a heavy weapon.

Seeing Lanqi painting so quietly made the cat owner a little uncomfortable.

Besides, can he really draw?

It has been with Lanqi for such a long time, but it has never seen him paint seriously.

Lanci stared at the brush in his hand, as if he was communicating with it silently.

"I never thought that one day I would have to use you to paint."

Lanqi finally sighed softly.

“…”

Boss Cat wanted to say something but held back.

"Okay, let's start showing off."

Lanqi smiled and talked to himself, composed the picture, started to draw, and his eyes were full of respect and reverence as he looked at the figure in the distance.

Thinking back on the past two months of spending time with Sigrid every day brought many smiles to Lanqi's face.

He was rarely serious, and every stroke seemed to be telling a story between them.

Although I never drew Sigrid once.

But even without looking up at her sleeping face, her image is already captured in my pen.

On this warm spring afternoon, Sigrid was sleeping peacefully on the throne.

Lanqi picked up the almost rusty skill, with a natural smile on his face, and portrayed Sigrid wholeheartedly.

She looked like a queen, graceful and serene.

Lanqi sat opposite her, quietly watching over her sleep, not wanting to disturb this rare tranquility.

It was as if we were back in the time of escape on the endless winter snowfield, one person was sleeping and the other was watching, and the flow of time became exceptionally slow.

It was a long journey to a dead end, and although they could not see the future, they were never afraid.

The clock hands ticked.

The cat owner who was waiting on the side gradually blinked in surprise and opened his mouth.

It was not until the slanting golden midday sun shone through the window, creating ripples in the museum, that Lanqi's painting was almost completed.

"good."

Lanci smiled and completed the final details.

He held the brush in his hand, admiring the painting.

It is indeed different when you draw carefully. It looks much better.

“Meow?!”

A suppressed exclamation was heard from the side, and the cat boss stared at Lanqi.

The cat owner didn't dare to wake Sigrid up, and he really didn't think Lanqi could draw such a picture!

After Lanci finished his painting, he put down his brush and glanced at Sigrid, who was still sleeping in the high-backed chair.

She was so peaceful in her sleep, as if all her troubles and worries were gone.

Lanqi bent down, carefully picked up the cat boss, gently walked around the drawing board, walked past Sigrid, and looked back at her.

Boss Cat moved slightly in his arms.

"Okay, Boss Cat, it's time to go."

Lanqi stroked the cat boss and took it out of Sigrid's collection.

…

The minute hand had almost completed a full circle when a bell rang again in Sigrid's collection.

Her eyelids trembled slightly, and she woke up in this spring afternoon and slowly opened her eyes.

It was as if I had had a long dream.

A comfortable dream.

After waking up suddenly, there are still faint memories left.

"I slept for a long time."

Sigrid looked at the clock, stretched herself vigorously, and felt comfortable all over.

She stood up and walked towards the entrance.

Maybe Gloria is coming, and she will come here with the crew from Helrom Broadcasting Corporation.

Their purpose was to interview Sigrid and see her collection of art.

When she opened the door, she saw her direct soldier Gloria standing outside, with a group of people behind her.

"Your Excellency, the guests from Helrom Broadcasting Company have arrived."

Gloria introduced Sigrid respectfully.

Gloria didn't need to introduce the leading guest. Sigrid knew that she was Leola Franklin, the current host of the Protos national program "Helrom Late Show". She was the host of Rocky McCarthy's talk show.

"Welcome, Miss Leola."

Sigrid shook hands with Leola and led the program crew in.

"I have long admired Bishop Sigrid. If possible, I would like to invite you and Mr. Rocky McCarthy to appear on the Helrom Late Show."

"Hehe, that will probably take a long time. After all, he is busier than me."

The two chatted while visiting the museum.

Although she had just woken up, Sigrid still showed her calmness.

In this space filled with art and culture, an exchange of ideas about beauty, history, and personal taste is about to unfold.

Even Leola was struck by the majesty and beauty of the collection, capturing every detail.

Under Sigrid's leadership, they began to explore the collection, moving between the collections and antiques, chatting from time to time. Sigrid answered Leola's questions in a friendly and calm manner, explaining them in detail.

"Why is there an easel there? It looks like a painting that has just been completed."

As Leola walked through the main hall of the collection, the first thing she noticed was the easel on the side of the window.

“Guess who drew this?”

Sigrid couldn't help but smile.

She slept so soundly that she was woken by the doorbell and had no time to see the painting.

But at the beginning I just wanted everyone to see Rocky McCarthy’s paintings.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Oh? Could it be..."

Leola's curiosity was aroused, and she walked over with a bit of surprise and anticipation, and the camera crew followed her footsteps.

When they faced the easel, they were all stunned and speechless.

Leola, who has more than ten years of hosting experience, stared at the painting and failed to react.

After a long while, they looked excited and expressed praise from the bottom of their hearts.

“…”

Sigrid was confused as to why Leola reacted this way.

She glanced at Gloria who was following the production crew. Gloria was obviously confused as well, as if asking: Bishop, didn’t you see it yourself?

Then Sigrid quickly walked around to the side where she could see the painting clearly.

Until this painting came into view.

It seems as if the whole world is illuminated by colorful lights.

Sigrid was completely stunned.

The woman on the canvas is tall, with long light-colored hair falling behind her waist. Her eyes are like stars shining in the night sky and violets blooming in spring. Her innate aura makes her look like the only queen in the world.

The domineering and calm eyes are like a clear and transparent lake, in which lies a sharp sword that can pierce the opponent's heart.

but.

There was an indescribable tenderness in her eyes.

Even without asking, the Herromites could guess that the painting was given to Sigrid by Rocky McCarthy.

Because this is how Sigrid is seen in Rocky's eyes, and only in front of Rocky will Sigrid become like this -

She was born to be the center of attention, but her heart is only for you.

【Portrait·Dedicated to Archbishop Sigrid】

【Type: Artwork】

[Grade: Epic]

[Rank: 1]

[The creatures who appreciate this painting will recover a small amount of mental and physical strength, and their respect for the bishop in the portrait will increase. There is a chance that the upper limit of the physical attribute will be permanently increased slightly, only once. ]

…

As the sun sets at Helrom South Station, the concourse level is busy and full of life.

The dome is tall, supporting a huge curtain wall structure. Programs from the Helrom Broadcasting Company are being broadcast on the crystal screens that can be seen at intervals along the road.

People were hurrying back and forth, some dragging suitcases, some checking the tickets in their hands, filled with the urgency of the journey and the anticipation of the journey.

Lanqi and his three friends walked along the road on the concourse level towards the platform level.

At some point, discussions began to rise in the station hall. More and more people looked up at the screen with surprise on their faces, causing a brief chaos in the station hall.

The light from the screen casts light and dark shadows in the surrounding space, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Their eyes were drawn to the paintings that suddenly appeared on the screen.

This painting seemed to touch everyone's heartstrings. Whether it was the hurried passengers or the station staff, they were all moved by the spirit of the people in the painting.

"Wow, isn't this Miss Sigrid? Who drew this?"

Antanas was the first to notice the movement. He dropped his suitcase and ran over to look at the nearest crystal screen.

"Wait, didn't the king just go to see Miss Sigrid..."

Shinora murmured, becoming surprised.

“…”

Pranay also noticed something was wrong and stared at Ranchi.

Lanqi smiled slightly and didn't say much.

He looked at the painting on the screen, but he was not looking at the painting, but at the person in the corner of the picture.

"Wow, Wang, you are so bold."

Antanas ran back and shook the cat boss in his hand, shouting in surprise.

Now I'm afraid the whole of Helrom can tell who painted this picture!

"Okay, okay, it's time to go, or we'll miss the magic rail train to Lilom City."

Lanqi dragged the suitcase forward.

“Do you have any other works?”

Pranay walked beside Ranchi and asked curiously, his eyes more focused on him.

"There is another one I drew casually, which is totally incomparable to this one."

Lanqi thought about the painting at home, shook his head and smiled.

Planai seemed to understand who was in the painting instantly.

In fact, in Planai's impression, Talia has always been a very cold demon princess.

For some reason, when she came to Wang's place, she seemed to become a comedian.

Forget it, it’s impolite to think about it anymore. You’ll understand when you go back with Wang and see Talia.

(End of this chapter)