Chapter 223 I Have a Friend

Tiesai stood on the city wall, holding a charcoal pencil, and completed the final stroke on the easel.

He let out a long sigh, feeling a little reluctant.

On the sheepskin canvas, there is a painting of a crystal city from an oblique bird's-eye view.

The city is guarded by four tall walls, and each wall has a tall, straight obelisk. This is a totem left by the old gods, and Yao the God did not destroy it, but gave it the responsibility to continue to guard the city.

As soon as the killing locusts approach the city wall, they will be burned by the flames spewed out by the totem.

The road extends outward along the city gate and splits to the left and right, forming the first main circular road surrounding the Crystal City.

The main road branches out to the west, and spider-web-like paths of different sizes spread out around this ancient and magnificent city, but all of them originate from here.

After the fall of the empire, the village on the road was completely abandoned, and the locusts ravaged the wooden houses and farmland. Now only the remains of some stone walls and stone houses, as well as sand and gravel, remain.

The wind blew the sand and dust into the air, and these dilapidated villages appeared and disappeared from time to time, like a fantasy.

The local ghosts said that this place was not like this before, and the war changed everything. The ghosts of the empire hated the killing locusts and cursed these monsters, saying that the locust swarms completely destroyed their homes.

Tiesai was confused at first.

Isn't the real reason that God Bo started the God War? War is the driving force and fuel for the Fifth Fearless Empire to move forward. The history of the empire is the process of participating in one war after another.

But this time the empire was defeated, so everything disappeared.

It seems that the ghosts don't hate war, they just hate losing.

Tiesai thought so.

After three years in Crystal City, he realized that such an idea was both arrogant and frivolous.

The old citizens of the empire cannot comment on the gods they believe in.

The will of God Bo is the will of the empire.

They dared not and could not hate the god Bo who used them as sacrificial offerings. They could only curse and hate the locust swarms, venting all their resentment and pain by killing the locusts.

After Tiesai became friends with many ghosts, he gradually came into contact with this contradictory and repressed mood.

Some words cannot be spoken.

It will take a long time to get rid of the mark that the glass nerve has carved in this world over the years.

…

In the capital of the old empire, more than half of the houses collapsed and the ground became bumpy.

It was as if a giant hand had fallen from the sky, crushing the originally orderly arranged buildings in the city, causing many of them to become deformed, either collapsed or tilted.

The center of the imperial capital was originally the emperor's palace, with the palace dome connected to the holy shrine. The tall and majestic palace stood tall, surrounded by circular stairs and inner walls on all sides, like a giant sword inserted into the earth, with only the long hilt exposed.

The top of the hilt is a shrine that is as high and shining as a gem.

Its brick walls are made of pieces of glass glued together to form a spherical shape. On the top is a huge green crystal carved into a vertical eye, representing the god gazing at the world.

In the past, common people were not allowed to approach the palace, let alone the shrine.

All the will of the gods is announced through the sacred Emperor Soter.

Today, it has been transformed into a ghost lighthouse.

Anyone can enter and visit.

The local civilians were finally able to enter the place they had always dreamed of after death.

Tiesai often went to the lighthouse to ask Yao Pu for advice. He felt that there was nothing magical about this place. There was no luxurious decoration inside, but it was more about showing majesty and deepening the emperor's attitude of being above everyone else.

So even though there were many stairs inside, the areas and rooms on the stairs were basically areas and rooms that only the emperor could step into. To him, it looked like a maze.

Under the might of the old gods, the local ghosts not only had their bodies condensed into glass, but also suffered a lot of damage. There were very few doctors who could treat ghosts, and Yao Pu was one of them. As a ghost doctor, she chose to stay.

Tiesai withdrew his gaze and looked at his painting carefully.

He spent three years in Crystal City for this work, and he had visited the scene on site to observe and measure. However, due to the large amount of content in this painting, there are many detailed sketches, and charcoal pencils are not enough and can easily fade.

So after completing the first draft, Tiesai had to go to Sanilo in the south to borrow Mr. Pava's feather pen and ink to redraw the painting of the Crystal City so that it could be better preserved in the world.

Before leaving, Tiesai found Yao Pu.

"I'm going to leave for Sanilor in the south."

"Oh, are you coming back?"

"have no idea."

"Then...I wish you a smooth sailing."

"This is for you."

Tiesai took out a parchment scroll from his backpack and handed it to the other party.

The ghost doctor spread out the sheepskin and found a portrait painted on it. It was a young girl in armor, with long hair tied behind her head, tough and sharp eyes, and a smile on her lips.

She was caressing a phantom figure with her hands and healing him.

"How do you know what I look like?"

Yao Pu's voice was filled with surprise: "Can you communicate with spirits?"

"Won't."

Tiesai smiled and said, "I am a painter, and painters can always see the models they want to paint."

"See you again if we are lucky."

The painter carried his bag, walked out of the tower, and came to an underground cave. He took the underground boat, traveled all the way underground, avoiding the killing locusts, and rushed to the south.

Yao Pu watched his friend leave through the window of the high tower.

She opened the parchment painting again.

There is a line of small words on the back of the painting.

——To the most beautiful woman in my heart.

Yao Pu sighed: "What a fool."

…

After many twists and turns, the railway finally arrived at its destination.

In the inner city of Saniluo, the Pava Palace is directly opposite the fountain.

Pava, the legendary travel storyteller, is now quite old, with half white hair. He sits on a rocking wicker chair, drinking a glass of honey water in front of the fire.

What made Tiesai envious was that the lady standing next to him - Pava's wife Jyoti still looked young, as if she was only in her twenties. She had a beautiful face and was very smart.

"It's done."

Tiesai handed the sketch he had drawn to the couple.

On the drawing paper, Pava and Jyoti are snuggling together, plain but warm.

"That's a great painting, Mr. Tiesai. Thank you."

Jyoti looked very happy. She sealed the painting with resin and fixed it to the wall.

Pava narrowed his eyes, crossed his legs and said, "Tiese, you seem to be worried. Why don't you tell me?"

Tiesai smiled and said no.

Jyoti handed him a glass of honey water and said with a smile: "If you need help, we will help you."

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After hesitating for a moment, Tiesai finally spoke: "I have a friend who likes a beautiful girl..."

After listening, Pava said coldly: "Are you a fool?"

"You think you are romantic, free and easy, and very stylish, right?"

"Leave a painting to the woman you love, let her feel sad and emotional, and then go find another man to comfort and hug her. Is this what you want?"

"No, no..." Tiesai was a little flustered.

"Then why did you do this?"

"I just don't know how to say it..."

"Tell me the truth."

Pava interrupted him: "Remember, tell the truth."

Jyoti also smiled and agreed: "Husband is right."

"Go ahead. While there is still one last chance." Pava waved his hand impatiently: "I don't want to watch tragedies and stupid dramas. Do what you can."

"I see……"

Tiesai picked up his backpack and ran out.

Jody reminded, "Don't forget your quill pen and cigarette ink."

She pointed her finger and a bundle flew towards the man at the door.

"Oh, ok, thank you."

…

Tiesai flew all the way on his shovel beetle and returned to the high tower of Crystal City half a month later, rushing towards the ghost doctor.

"You're back so soon?" Yao Pu was a little surprised.

"I……"

Tiesai mustered up the courage to say, "I want you to marry me!"

"Huh?"

Yao Pu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't react.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"So you like my past appearance."

Tiesai said honestly, "Yes. Ever since I saw your face when I was sketching, I couldn't forget it. I fell in love with you. In fact, it wouldn't take me three years to paint this city. I just wanted to see more of you."

"I see."

Yao Pu paused, then whispered cautiously, "But I am a married woman."

"Huh? What?"

Tiesai was struck by lightning, and his smile froze completely: "No, no...why didn't you say that?"

"You didn't ask."

"You lied to me! You lied to me!"

"I didn't lie to you."

Yao Pu spread her hands and said, "My husband's name is Fabiani, and he's an archaeologist. Although he doesn't have much money and is a bit stubborn, he's a pretty good person."

"I've never heard that Mr. Fabiani has a wife!" Tiesai's mentality exploded and his face turned pale.

"Because he said he didn't have enough money to hold a wedding, and he would make up for it later." Yao Pu patiently explained, "Archaeologists don't have much money. He works outside in the wind and rain all day, which is not easy. So I also applied to become a martial arts monk, so that I can save more money for the wedding."

Tiesai clenched his fists and reluctantly asked one last question: "Why did you marry him?"

Yao Pu raised his helmet slightly, seeming to be thinking seriously for a while.

“I forgot.”

“…”

"We had known each other for two days when he proposed to me. I also thought he was a good guy, so that's it."

"No... I don't believe it..."

"That's the truth. We even registered at the YC City Hall. The mayor, Mr. Tonghai, and the commander, Mr. Botu, came to congratulate us."

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!"

Tiesai ran out yelling, tore his painting to pieces, and cried loudly in the rain.

…

On this night, Tiesai painted his masterpiece "Lying".

From then on, the painter Tiesai's style changed drastically, changing his previous realistic and heavy style.

His paintings became gloomy and abstract, with most of the themes depicting and praising the tragic love between men and women.

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