Nigel took a deep breath and his expression was extremely complicated: "I'm not the 'genius young painter' they preach. It's a despicable ...... who lives by selling his dreams and passions Hypocritical human beings.

"From then on, I made up my mind that I would never rely on paper to sell or dispose of my scrap manuscripts. Just as I made up my mind back then, I no longer relied on my parents' financial support to live. This made my otherwise well-to-do life immediately quite difficult. It was only when I actually earned my own living expenses that I finally realized ...... If I had relied on my own abilities, I would never have grown to this level.

"Even if my family is willing to provide me with money for food and housing, even if I can practice as hard as I did when I was living outside...... But just buying canvases and paints, which are necessary for practice, is already a lot of money.

"When I couldn't draw anymore, I was forced to start selling scrap manuscripts. At that time, people said that my talents had been exhausted, and some masters openly criticized me for being too perfunctory in my painting.

"Countless people have cursed me, and people who have bought my paintings have also written to me to express their disappointment. However, only I know that these wasted manuscripts are my true level; Later, the masterpieces that I drew with my heart and that even I could move myself were directly regarded as perfunctory works.

"But every one of my paintings is something I do with all my might...... I really don't have ...... No perfunctory ......"

He sighed deeply: "It's just that I'm too incompetent...... Nothing more. ”

This is not a story worth hearing.

Stained with tears and dust.

Just remembering it already made him tired.

"And then?"

After a short silence, Annan asked in a thoughtful whisper: "How did you break free from this and become a well-known painter?" ”

"It's a long story," said Nigel slowly, "when I was at my worst, I found an old book. It tells the ritual of how to summon the Skeleton Male......"

Hearing this, Annan and Lin Yiyi raised their heads and glanced at each other.

They were all clearly aware of something.

Jiu'er immediately interjected at this time: "And then? Did you use the ritual above? ”

"No, because my mother warned me that the ceremony above was fake."

Nigel shook his head: "When I was scolded by everyone, I finally went home embarrassed. But it was not what I expected...... My parents didn't laugh at me and didn't force me to be a wizard anymore.

"I hesitated for a long time, but finally gave up this opportunity, chose to trust my mother, and admitted the lack of my talents. So I got a job as an accountkeeper and went out to work.

"I don't want to take the hard work of Paper Ji for granted—she's my god, my idol. But I also don't want to live on my parents...... Because I ran away from home back then, I didn't have the face to continue painting at home like a nobody after I fled home in embarrassment. ”

He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I'm ...... the last I chose Yaon. ”

"Yon?"

"Yes. Since my mother said that there might be a deception hidden in the rituals of these false gods, then I was like a righteous god asking for help. I wrote a letter of my most problematic painting, the painting that I was most satisfied with, along with my painting habits and many doubts, and offered it to Jaon through a ritual.

"I didn't expect to get a response...... But in the end, I didn't expect that Jaon would actually write me back. ”

The middle-aged painter sighed: "I suspect that I am really a person who is favored by the gods.

Although the letter was full of contemptuous insults and criticism, every single part of it was a precise commentary. He circled every problem in my paintings, with caustic comments. But truth be told, every part of his assessment is to the point. There is also a painting that I am most dissatisfied with, which was redrawn by Yon himself...... To be honest, it was the most beautiful painting I've ever seen in my life.

"Once I read this letter, I will cry once. Every time I look at it, I wonder if I have the talent to paint and whether I want to go down this path...... But when I gritted my teeth and followed Yaon's criticism to practice, I really made great progress.

I endured the humiliation, read Yaon's revisions repeatedly, and practiced repeatedly. I even memorized every sentence of that letter to the end. It took me eight years to fully digest Jaon's criticism...... At that time, I was already thirty years old and had taken over my father's job.

"I'm still painting as an amateur, but no one knows...... The Viscount's treasurer is the 'Nigel' who became famous ten years ago. People have even forgotten that I existed – and there are suspicions that I have committed suicide, so that the last few bad works I sold have instead risen in value as 'paintings that made genius painters commit suicide'. It has appreciated to the point where it is many times more expensive than my proud work.

"I tried my best and spent a year painting that I was most satisfied with. He gave it to Jaon again, but he quickly drew me better pictures of his clothes, with new criticisms. But my belief could no longer be destroyed by him – I wanted to become a famous painter. When everyone forgot about me, I became famous again, and I became rich by painting, and I had to pay off all the bills that the paper girl had paid for my dreams in the past......

So I went on to do penance again for four years at the suggestion of Jaon. I looked to Jaon again for approval, and was scolded back. This was repeated twice, when I was forty-two years old...... Jaon finally wrote back to me.

He said, 'It's a little bit like it, let's see if we can sell it.'"

"I burst into tears."

Nigel Elliott whispered in a hoarse voice with deep feelings: "So I was absent from the painting world for twenty years...... Debuted again.

"My goal this time is simple. I want to become the artist who makes the most money first, and return to him the money that Paper Ji once gave me. Then I'm going to travel around the world imitating the paper girl and record everything I see with my paintings...... Finally, I will give up all my wealth and go to Denisoa to serve the arts for the rest of my life.

"Now, I've accomplished my first goal. After meeting Hime, I gave her the house in the royal capital, all my savings and cash, as a token of gratitude...... After all, I am no longer short of money. Because I can at least make ends meet by painting a single picture.

"Next, I'm going to travel the world. The first stop is the Stormy Fortress in the province of San Felix. I'm going to see what the rumored cold wind looks like that can cut flesh and blood directly; I'm going to see if the cold wind is really splashed with ice.

"I also want to see what the frost beast is like, and I want to see if the world will be different after I have been drained of all positive feelings."

Annan felt that Nigel's eyes were shining.

It was a glow similar to the light in my own eyes.

Today, he can be called a real painter.

“…… The Duchy of Winter is dangerous. ”

Annan warned in a low voice.

Nigel smiled, "I'm not going to die." My life is precious. When I'm about to die of old age, I'll sponsor a few poor students who love painting, and pass on to them what I've learned all my life.

"——Passing on the kindness that Paper Ji gave me in the past, and the hopes and dreams that she gave me."

He looked into Annan's eyes...... In the eyes that passed through Annan and saw the paper hime, there was no trace of love between men and women.

It's a glowing vision.