After visiting the textile factory, Roland and his entourage returned to the city of Baiou Harbor. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info As she passed by Dolphin Square, Veronica suggested taking a break, but she was actually trying to tease the pigeons.

The female ninja threw down a handful of crumbs and tried to lure the pigeons over, but the swaggering white doves in the square were all arrogant, squinting at her and flapping their wings and flying away.

"Haha, the pigeon is very smart and sees that you are not a good person." Nikita gloated, "If I were a white pigeon, I would have suspected that you had drugged the food and tried to stun the pigeon and roast it." ”

"You talk nonsense! I'm not that kind of person! The female ninja's face turned red, and she turned her head to Lyudmila for help: "Mira! Get your eagle out there and grab two pigeons and come down to play with me! ”

The female ranger raised her hand and stroked the falcon "Little Black" standing on her shoulder, and gave her a white look: "Pigeons are very intelligent birds, plus they deal with humans in the square all year round, what the hell do you think, pigeons can see at a glance." ”

"Nasty! I don't have bad intentions! Veronica stomped her foot in anger.

Lyudmila smiled, whistled with her tail finger in her mouth, and the white doves in the air also cooed and chirped in response, and then they all landed and gathered around the female ranger, looking at the big man with curiosity and affection.

Lyudmila couldn't help but laugh when she heard the pigeons crying, and activated the "Animal Talk" spell that came with the Phoenix Helmet to comfort them: "Although the girl in black is a little naughty, she is not a bad person, and she will not pluck your feathers to make a pen tube, and the witch in red will not set fire to your hair, so feel free to play with them." ”

The white doves cooed happily and took the initiative to run to Veronica and Nikita to sell their cuteness, and a daring pigeon jumped on top of the female ninja and pecked at the crumbs from her hand.

Veronica turned her head to look at Nikita in a complicated mood and said quietly: "I didn't expect that in the eyes of this group of pigeons, we are all that kind of people......"

"Oh, actually, I did imagine what it would be like to throw a fireball in the middle of the flock." Nikita said lightly.

"Huh?! It turns out that I was affected by you witch! ”

While the girls were playing with the pigeons, Roland looked around the square and saw several young men and women holding up their easels and sketching, some concentrating on the temple of the deep sea and Sila on the other side of the square, and some pulling out a chair and inviting the gentlemen and ladies walking in the square to sit down and act as sketch models.

"These young people are all students studying art at the nearby art college, and they are not really painters at the moment, and most of them live in poverty, so they often come to the square to paint portraits in their spare time to earn some living expenses." Mikhail whispered.

Roland nodded, and then asked him: "I see that people often sit down and ask them to paint portraits, which shows that the artistic atmosphere of Baiou Port is good, otherwise it would not be able to support a painting school with a considerable scale, and the painters in the city probably have a good income, right?" ”

"It's true, after graduation, these students have to work in the teacher's gallery for three to five years, and then they can start their own gallery, and the middle-class families in the city are happy to hang a family portrait in the living room, or hang a few still life oil paintings in the study and office, so the painters don't have to worry about not having customers, but then again, there are only a few top masters who really make a lot of money in this industry, and a work can be sold for hundreds of thousands of gold coins, and the masters rarely paint portraits of ordinary people, Either they serve the aristocracy and the wealthy, or they specialize in the business of churches and paint lavish religious murals, which can be regarded as artistic treasures that have been handed down from generation to generation. Mikhail said.

"It's a bit like the Dutch school of painting at the end of the Renaissance...... Roland secretly compares the port of the White Oull with the Netherlands in the 17th century, which is also a trading port, the same commercial city-state with a relatively open social atmosphere, and the same burgher class has gradually become the main body of the social structure, and the thirst for popular art and culture is increasing day by day, and artists have shifted from focusing on religious themes to serving the middle class, and a large number of famous portraits for the market class have emerged. One of the most iconic painters was Rembrandt Halmansson van Royne.

"The atmosphere of the city is very good, life is leisurely and emotional, and it is very suitable for settling down and retiring." Vigraf sighed.

Roland couldn't help but laugh, before the time crossing, he might have joked about "petty bourgeoisie", but in the world of Varess, the petty bourgeoisie precisely represents the advanced productive forces, and he can't look at new things with old eyes.

"Vigraf, it's a rare trip, how about we all ask the artist to paint a portrait and keep a souvenir?"

"Uh...... It feels weird to sit in the square and ask someone to draw a portrait. Vigrav smirked and scratched his head.

"You are a big man, why are you skinned thinner than a little girl? It's not a shameful thing, so why be ashamed. Roland gave him an angry look, "Hurry up, there's a female painter over there who seems to have good skills, let's go over and talk to her." ”

Vigraf was so red that he didn't know what to say.

"Come on, big brother, don't embarrass Brother Viglaf, this guy looks so much that he has never held a woman's hand, you let him sit in the square and pose for a woman as a model, isn't this killing him? Go yourself, there's a tavern over there, and Vigraf and I will go for a couple of drinks. Bloom smiled and cleared the siege for Vigraf.

"Oh! That's a good idea! Mr. Roland, Uncle Mikhail, I'm out of company! Relieved, Vigraf jumped up from the bench like a rabbit, pulled the dwarf and ran.

"Hey! Don't leave me behind! Mikhail was also addicted to alcohol, and looked at Roland with an eager face, "Why don't we go to the tavern and sit down?" ”

"You go, I'll go shopping."

Mikhail turned his head to look at the plainly dressed and handsome female painter in the corner of the square, and grinned tacitly, "Compared with the wine table, Mr. Roland is still more energetic in front of the girls." ”

"Fuck off!" Roland smiled and waved at him, and turned to walk towards the female painter.

"Ma'am, what do you call it?" Roland looked at the fair-skinned and beautiful face of the female painter with a smile, and with the help of the "Pupil of Fate", he could perceive a subtle layer of luminous light shrouded in her skin, and there was a faint surge of divine power, so that even he couldn't see through the other party's true face, and could only speculate according to the system prompts that she was likely to be a high-level magic caster, and if converted to the priest level, it would not be lower than level 17, and she had mastered the Nine Rings Divine Technique.

How could such a quasi-legendary powerhouse really be a poor student who paints people on the street and makes a little money? (To be continued.) )