Originally, he had always been worried. Although his father was a fifth-level magician, the Dark Eagle branch was connected to the White Rat branch and the Thunder Bear branch to the north. There was no guarantee that more powerful monsters might come here one day.

Although this does not happen for the time being, as long as this possibility exists, the risk will continue to accumulate.

Who knows when it might break out and have an impact on the entire territory.

The last time he saw a fifth-level shadow tiger being killed by his father, he kept thinking in his heart, what should he do if a sixth-level monster comes? Now it seems that there is no need to worry! At this moment, knowing that his father has reached the peak of an intermediate magician and his strength has reached a big step, he unconsciously relaxed a lot.

High-level magical beasts are rare even in the Thunder Bear branch, and the probability of them fleeing to the Dark Eagle branch is extremely small. With my father's combat power, a sixth-level magical beast should not be a threat.

Ruilai sincerely congratulated: "Congratulations, father, for reaching the pinnacle of magician. I'm sure the threshold of the Grand Magician is within your reach!"

Lei Te raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Rui Lai, I just made a breakthrough not long ago, it's best to keep this matter a secret."

Ruilai's eyes brightened: "I understand, father."

Lei Te lowered his head and looked at the drawing board again, saying regretfully, "This painting is very beautiful. It would have been better if it had appeared earlier. The cover of the first volume of Panlong, which is about to be released, has been decided by the Dalton Chamber of Commerce. I promise you that the next few volumes of Panlong can use this painting."

Ruilai's heart moved, "In that case, I will find time to improve this painting and strive to make it perfect."

The father and son clinked glasses of red wine.

Then, Ruilai put down his glass, thought for a moment and asked again: "Father, if "Panlong" is a big hit, it will definitely be another lucrative income. How do you plan to deal with this wealth?"

Rhett fell into deep thought, realizing that what Riley meant was actually to ask him for guidance on the next step in the territory.

"Since Felix arrived, our magic plant reserves have been running low. Let's purchase mature magic plants in the short term and medium- and above-average magic plant seeds in the long term." Rhett said slowly.

Now the alchemy department in his territory has begun to take shape. In addition to the two experienced veterans Henk and Felix, who can steadily provide a batch of alchemical potions every month, Thales is also catching up, and the other two apprentices who have just started are also steadily improving.

With the increase in the number of people involved in refining and the acceleration of refining speed, the supply of magic plant cultivation fields cannot meet the demand for one year and needs to be purchased additionally.

Riley nodded, "I understand. After I finish learning painting from White Hat, I will go to discuss it with President Carlton."

Lei Te smiled and said, "Come on, you will do better! Try to add more artistic cells to our family."

At night, the full moon hangs high in the sky.

The lumberyard was quiet at this time. The carpenters had already fallen asleep. Triangular piles of wood could be seen on the ground, and tools were neatly placed in the corners.

Rylai was standing at the edge of the Dark Eagle Lumberyard.

In front of him, White Hat quietly observed the two orcs who were sleeping soundly.

Hu~ Hu~ The rough snoring sound spread to every corner of the logging yard. There was no need to train a guard dog. This terrifying snoring alone could scare away ordinary thieves.

“Let’s start painting training now.

The first task I give you is to copy these two sleeping orcs."

The faint voice of White Hat floated over.

Ruilai's expression moved, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes. He took out the necessary tools such as the drawing board, pen holder, and mixing plate, and gathered some water to moisten the seasoning, preparing to start writing.

When everything was ready, the white hat watching on the side said: "Before we start, I want to ask a question first."

Ruilai looked up and met the man in white hat’s eyes.

"What do you think... painting is?" The man in the white hat's eyes showed a hint of seriousness and solemnity.

Under the gaze of the white hat, Ruilai fell into thought. After a few minutes, he replied seriously:

“For me, painting is a vivid way to record the beautiful things in the world when I was lonely and isolated as a child.”

The man in the white hat nodded calmly, as if he approved of the answer, "Then let's get started..."

Riley slowed down his breathing and turned his attention to the two orcs, concentrating on observing every detail. Then he began to pick up watercolor pens one by one, and painted on the drawing board with thick ink, outlining lines, filling in colors, and perfecting details.

An hour later.

There were two orcs in a deep sleep on the drawing board. The minotaur had sharp bronze horns that turned ink black in the night, and the pigman had a swollen belly that looked like a pink hill. Their respective characteristics were vividly portrayed.

Riley scanned every inch of the drawing board, then confidently turned it around and showed it to Whitebeard.

In the darkness of the night, the pattern on the drawing board fell clearly into the eyes of the man in the white hat, but in return he looked calm and his expression showed no fluctuations.

"Teacher Whitebeard, what are the flaws in my painting? I hope you can give me some advice." Ruilai asked humbly.

"Well, first of all, I can see that you haven't received any professional painting training in the past. It's not easy for you to achieve this step by yourself." White Beard said slowly: "A rough sweep has a high degree of restoration, but there are deficiencies in color matching, line outlines, and layered construction. These basic skills are the foundation for us to integrate our personality. If we don't even have the ability to perfectly restore things in the world, let alone mix in our own understanding, we can't reach the advanced realm of painting."

"The advanced realm of painting? Integrating one's own personality?" Riley listened carefully. This was the first time he heard this statement.

"That's right." Whitebeard smiled. "I just asked you about your understanding of painting, and you said it was your choice when you were lonely and bored. The art of painting, created by the painter, must be influenced by the painter's subjective influence. Things are objective, but the beauty and characteristics of things are presented to us subjectively. In our eyes, the impression of any thing may be different from its original image in various ways."

Riley had a thoughtful look on his face and kept nodding.

"In other words, when the basic skills reach a certain level, you can give things what is called 'personality'?"

Whitebeard smiled and said, "It depends on how hard you work. Basic skills are just a necessary condition, not the key to success."

Ruilai nodded in agreement and stroked his chin: "Well, I will try my best to do this!"

“Haha, you have talent and are willing to work hard. I believe you can do it.” White Beard smiled and put down the drawing board: “Try again, remember your shortcomings just now…”

Half a month later.

As spring goes and summer arrives, there is a hint of heat in the air.

Under the clear sky, on the green grass, Rhett was walking in the manor holding a swaddled baby.

This is his fifth grandchild, Tucker's second daughter.

Babies who are less than one month old are still very fragile, so a light layer of mist is covered above the babies to prevent them from direct sunlight.

Lei Te called up the system panel.

[Homeowner: Rhett Green]

[Second generation members: Tucker Green, Ryleigh Green, Tyrus Green]

【Text simulation】

【Real simulation】

[Destiny value: 173]

There is an extra name at the end of the third generation members.

This baby, who was only one week old, was finally named Tracy at Vanessa's insistence.

Rhett kept holding his granddaughter Tracy in his left hand, with his right hand swinging naturally. He strolled leisurely and deliberately showed a kind smile.

The bright sunshine shone on his face, making him look quite holy and kind.

It's like taking a photo album.

In fact, it was almost the same. In another corner of the lawn, the second son, Riley, was calmly painting, quickly sketching the scene in front of him on a drawing board.

A tall man, with a dignified look instead of his solemn one, looked amiable, holding a young baby in his arms, walking on the green grass, basking in the sunshine, with flowers behind them, and behind the flowers was the tall Dark Rock Castle.

"Are you ready, Riley?" Rhett's posture remained unchanged, but his voice floated forward.

He has been in this position for two hours.

Of course, this was also his request. He hoped that this photo of grandfather and grandson would be perfect.

"Almost there, just a little bit more, just wait about half an hour." Riley hurriedly comforted her, and at the same time changed to a red watercolor pen and embellished the flowers on the grass.

At this moment, Rhett was still thinking that he should take a photo... no, draw a family portrait someday. Since he couldn't draw it himself, he could ask a white hat painter to help.

Hmm...not a bad idea.

“Good news, good news!”

A rapid and loud shout came from the stone path.

Tucker rushed in from the gate of the manor in a hurry. When he saw Rhett's position, he made a sharp turn and came over.

He is very fast and can cover a distance of several hundred meters in just a few seconds.

Lei Te frowned, and seeing his eldest son rushing over, he hurriedly stopped him:

“Tucker, don’t move, we’ll talk later.”

"Okay, father!" Tucker stopped suddenly, touched the back of his head, and held a beautiful book in his other hand. On the cover of the book was a picture of a mountain forest with the words "Panlong" printed in large letters.

Realizing that Riley seemed to be painting for his father, Tucker waited patiently by the side, looking down at "Panlong" from time to time, with a hint of amazement always flashing in his eyes.

Half an hour passed happily.

"Okay, father, you are free to move around now."

After Ruilai finished speaking, he also put the watercolor pen into the pen holder and looked at the work in front of him with satisfaction. Since learning from the white hat half a month ago, although he has not yet realized the so-called integration of personality, under the guidance of the famous teacher, the shortcomings of basic skills have been basically made up.

Finally freed from his fixed posture, Rhett began to pace back and forth on the grass.

At this time, Tucker came up excitedly again, holding a book, "Father..."

"Wait a minute!" Rhett waved his hand without looking away, looked at Riley, and said with a little expectation: "Riley, let me see what Tracy and I's paintings look like."

Tucker: Riley walked forward with a smile and handed the drawing board to his father: "I tried my best and showed my best level. This is the limit of my creation. If there is anything that is not satisfactory, please forgive me, father."

"Haha, not bad, not bad!" Rhett smiled heartily, which was rare for him. He held the drawing board in his hands and exclaimed, "Oh, I seem to see myself and Tracy standing together with my own eyes. It must be a beautiful picture. Riley, your painting skills are amazing!"

"No, I still have a lot of room for improvement." Ruilai said modestly.

"No, no, no. In my opinion, this painting is a work full of love and concentration. I am quite satisfied with it." Rhett shook his head indifferently. Then, as if he finally remembered Tucker, he urged, "Tucker, I have a task for you. Go hang it in the center of the hall on the first floor of the castle, in a lower position. I want to see it every day."

"Ah? Father, I still have something to tell you." Tucker said aggrievedly.

"We'll talk later if you have anything to say. Go now." Rhett slapped Tucker on the shoulder and pushed him.

Tucker looked somewhat resentful.

"Ahem, ahem." Riley, who was watching from the side, interrupted, "Father, this watercolor painting needs to be exposed to the air for a while so that the color can solidify better."

"Oh? Is that so..." Rhett was stunned for a moment, pretending to be in a daze. He raised the hand that was pushing Tucker's shoulder, patted him, and smiled, "By the way, what were you going to say just now?"

Tucker blinked, his eyes blank, and for a moment he suspected that he was not his biological child.

He grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Father, it's your "Panlong" that has become popular in Dark Eagle City. I came here to tell you this good news! You don't know, when I was inspecting Dark Eagle City just now, I found that many people were talking about the plot of "Panlong". I ran to the Dalton Chamber of Commerce and saw that the line was lined up in a long queue. The scene was so spectacular!

Tucker's eyes were bright, and he became more and more excited as he spoke. He soon put aside the unhappiness just now and looked at his father's face full of pride.

"Hmm, so that's what it is..." Lei Te nodded, not too surprised.

"Father, did you know this a long time ago?" Tucker looked at his father.

At this time, Rui Lai added: "Generally speaking, before a novel is released, many people will be asked to preview it, and the effect of the first release will be determined based on the feedback. Father must have made preparations in advance and anticipated today's situation."

Good son, you have thought of a good reason for your father... Lei Te glanced at him and pretended to be profound: "Yes, that's it..."

Tucker and Riley looked at their father with admiration again! On the outskirts of Dark Eagle City.

"Mycroft, tell me what's going on. I have to go on patrol." Vicky said to Mycroft.

Vicky was wearing a fiery red wizard robe today, which outlined her curvy figure, plump body, and slender and straight long legs. Although she didn't look young, she always exuded the charm of a mature woman.

"Don't waste your time, Vicky. Thank you very much for treating me to a drink last time, so I brought you a gift today." Mycroft smiled gently and took out an exquisite book from his arms.

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