Celestial Mage

Chapter 64 Mortal life is as short as a bubble

The next morning.

After breakfast as usual, Rosen hurried to the studio of the Hound House.

When I got to the ground, I found that everything was as usual.

Haruk was cleaning the table, Chapolei was cleaning the rice, but Olekeya was nowhere to be seen.

Rosen was a little surprised: "Uncle, didn't you rest at the House of Roses?"

Xia Bolai waved at Rosen with a look of displeasure: "Go, go, go, don't mention that shitty place to me."

This reaction was really strange, Rosen turned his head to look at the omniscient Uncle Harrick.

Harrick gloated: "He's useless."

Rosen was taken aback, and asked back: "This is useless, does that mean that it is useless?"

"Which one is useless?"

"But why? You didn't get hurt yesterday, did you?"

'state! '

Xia Bolai slapped the table hard, the veins on his forehead twitched

"I do not believe!"

"It must be because I was too tired yesterday, I will try again today."

With that said, he ate the bread in a few mouthfuls, and rushed out the door angrily.

Rosen felt that things were weird.

But seeing how lively the uncle looked, it shouldn't be a serious illness, so he withdrew his attention.

After greeting Harrick, he quickly walked up to the studio on the third floor.

Ourekeya said she would come today, but she was nowhere to be seen. Naturally, Rosen would not wait for her.

Uncle Harrick has thoughtfully set up the drawing board for him, put away the paints and tools to be used, and wrote down the user's requirements on the note.

Now in the world of pornographic paintings in Yinyue Castle, Jue Se Gallery has become quite famous, and people began to come to ask for paintings on their own initiative.

When it comes to selling paintings, user needs naturally come first.

Open the note and read it carefully.

'I want to see a pure, beautiful, and weak girl like a newborn lamb being bullied wantonly by several strong, ugly, and wild men, so as to arouse pity in my heart. '

From a kind gentleman who is hiding his identity.

The minimum remuneration is 30 crowns, and if the quality is good, the remuneration will be increased.

Rosen was speechless: "This gentleman is really kind."

So, is there such a thing in "My Harem"?
Must have, and many, the choice is very wide.

Considering that there are many moral gentlemen in other worlds, they have not seen a wide range of worlds, and they are psychologically fragile and vulnerable to shocks, Rosen chose a relatively reserved one in the material library.

After choosing, with a thought, multiple mage hands were activated together, and began to paint quickly.

When he drew eight or nine points, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, and he knew that Oleikeya had arrived.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, I heard a teasing voice suddenly coming from behind.

"Rosen, your imagination is really amazing, no wonder your visualization is so efficient."

It was Ou Lekeya, standing one meter behind her, listening to the tone of her voice, she was watching him draw.

Rosen was mentally prepared, but he was not surprised, and the paintbrush in his hand was not messed up at all.

"I am an ethical painter. I will provide whatever the customer needs, and I will do my best."

"Well, this picture is so real, it seems that even the texture of the skin can be seen clearly, you haven't seen it with your own eyes, have you?"

"Everything is imagination."

"Well, your imagination is really admirable."

After a pause, Oleikea smiled again: "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"I want to ask a lot, but you certainly won't answer me."

After a pause, Luo Sen suddenly thought of Xia Bolai, and his heart lit up: "Uncle, you can't make it useless, can you?"

'giggle~'

Mischievous laughter came from behind, telling Rosen that he had guessed right.

He was a little worried: "Can you recover?"

"Of course, it's just a small spell called 'Sage's Heart'. After half a month, the effect will naturally fade."

Rosen felt relieved: "Speaking of which, uncle should indeed restrain himself."

There are many ways to indulge self-defilement, why bother to focus on the girl, it costs money and hurts the body.

After a while, the painting was finished, and Rosen named it "The Lamb Who Falls into the Devil's Den".

Put the finished work aside to dry, and replace it with a new canvas.

"Miss Oleke, it's your turn, you'd better close the door."

'banging'

The door automatically closed and locked, the curtains were drawn, and the room became very dark.

With a thought, Rosen cast a constant light trick on the ceiling, illuminating the room.

Oleikeya walked up to Rosen, turned around a few times, and asked with a smile, "Then, what pose should I pose for?"

At this time, she was only wearing a thin skirt made of silk, and the hem of the skirt covered about fifteen centimeters above her knees, revealing a pair of long legs that were as white as jade pillars.

On the earth, this kind of clothing is normal, but in terms of the moral concept of this world, this is already comparable to a prostitute's debauchery.

It was estimated that the other party was only wearing a thin skirt, and Rosen couldn't help but fantasize about it.

Of course, business comes first.

"The pose and clothes depend on what kind of charm you want to show."

"The prowess of a warrior, the freedom of a traveler, the mystery of a mage, the sanctity of a saint of a temple, and so on."

"That's it, then what kind of charm do you think a transcendent should be?"

Rosen thought about it carefully: "Mysterious, indifferent, lonely, and powerful."

"Well, everything else is an illusion, but loneliness is real."

Rosen understood a bit: "Then look in the mirror with a lonely face, and admire your beautiful and flawless immortal body alone?"

"Mirror?"

"A large part of the composition of the painting is the skill of adjusting light and shadow. The mirror is the master of light and shadow, and it is also a prop with a natural mysterious temperament."

"In addition, through the reflection of the mirror, in a painting, you can not only show your front, but also see your back,"

"Aha, you are really professional, but it doesn't matter if there are few mirrors here, I can do some illusions."

She snapped her fingers, and a high-quality floor-to-ceiling mirror appeared beside her, which looked exactly like the real thing.

"It's best to be in a well-decorated house to set off the dignity of the extraordinary from the side."

"no problem."

Snap your fingers again, and the room becomes resplendent.

In the end, Ou Lekeya looked at the thin skirt on her body and fell into hesitation.

Rosen didn't rush, just waited patiently.

After a few seconds, the skirt still disappeared, and then she turned her back to Rosen and looked in the mirror.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

Rosen felt that the angle was wrong, and he lost the feeling, so he asked, "Do you mind if I change the viewing angle?"

"Change it, but you better not make me feel other attempts."

Rosen stood five meters away, observing from various angles, looking for the most interesting angle.

From time to time, he would cast light spells to change the light, and he would also speak to the other party to adjust their posture.

When changing the angle, Rosen discovered a strange thing.

Through the golden light spots in his body, it seems that he can vaguely feel the power fluctuations in the opponent's body.

Through fluctuations, you can vaguely perceive the other party's emotions.

It seems to be a collection of shyness, stimulation, and excitement, which is quite complicated.

After about a quarter of an hour, Rosen nodded: "It's fine."

At this moment, in the resplendent palace, a powerful and mysterious extraordinary woman is standing in front of an antique mirror, looking at her exquisite and flawless body with sad eyes.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, time seems to freeze, and the moment becomes eternity.

As a professional gentleman painter, and for the sake of his own safety, Rosen resolutely withdrew his gaze from the other party, returned to the canvas, and closed his eyes.

It seems to be contemplating, but it is actually comparing the pros and cons of each screenshot in the adventure log.

After a long time, he chose the one with the most feeling and started painting.

Oleikeya has resumed her studded leather armor female warrior attire, and stands behind Rosen to watch him paint.

After watching for a while, she suddenly said: "I really want to know how you keep my power in your body."

His tone was flat and curious, but he didn't blame him.

It's normal to think about it, Rosen didn't threaten her at all, so naturally he wouldn't care.

Rosen thought about the countermeasures last night and was mentally prepared.

"If you don't know, I have no way of knowing. My personal guess is that your medicine is not properly prepared."

"In addition, this power has no effect on me, but I can sense your approach from a certain distance."

Ou Lekeya crossed her chest with one hand and propped her chin with the other, her face full of thought.

"Is the medicine not prepared? Well, I don't rule out the possibility. After all, I'm not a professional alchemist."

Rosen tentatively asked: "Why don't you take back your strength?"

"If I can take it back, I won't ask you. The power in your body is very strange. It looks like mine, but it doesn't look like it's all a combination of your power and mine."

"Then what should we do?" Rosen only threw the question to the other party.

He is just an apprentice now, with limited knowledge and experience, so it is completely reasonable to do so.

Ourekeya didn't think of a solution either, and after thinking about it, it didn't seem to be a serious problem, so she waved her hand.

"Forget it, forget it, it's not harmful anyway, so that's it."

Rosen heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face: "Miss Olekeya, this incident really scared me, and I'm afraid I will be punished by you."

Olekeya chuckled lightly: "You think of supernatural beings too scary, too powerful, far less scary."

At this time, the picture has begun to show a rough outline, which can be vaguely seen, and the painting is very good.

Oleikeya was very happy: "Well, it feels completely different from looking at myself in the mirror, and it is indeed much better than the usual me."

"For the sake of this painting, I'll give you some rewards too."

While speaking, she reached into Rosen's clothes, and quickly and lightly stabbed him a dozen times on the back with her nails.

Rosen felt a tingling pain on his skin, and he took a deep breath from the pain, almost crooked.

"Ms. Eurykea, you almost ruined this painting."

"Haha, sorry sorry."

Then she began to explain: "I imprinted a sun seal on your back. It is a supernatural spell created by my mother. It is very powerful and the effect can last for a year."

"Through this mark, you will be able to detect once a Neverwinter apostle approaches you."

"The stronger the power of the Neverwinter apostle, the stronger the vibration of the seal, and the stronger the perception distance."

Rosen was shocked: "Are the Neverwinter apostles looking for revenge?"

"The possibility is very small, because the King of Neverwinter is very cautious, and he must be very weak at the moment. He will never waste his power like this. This seal is just in case."

After a pause, he explained in detail how to use the seal.

"Apostles of Neverwinter are strong or weak. With your current ability and mana polarity, you are enough to deal with most of the Apostles of Neverwinter."

"Let me give you a reference. If the opponent is within 200 meters and the seal only vibrates, then there is no threat to you. Be careful and you can easily defeat it."

Rosen was very happy, but also worried: "Thank you very much for your kindness and generosity, but will the King of Neverwinter come to me?"

'haha~~'

Ole Keya laughed: "Forget it, it's a tree, it doesn't mean it must not move, it just makes a lot of noise when it moves. And the third golden rule is no joke."

Rosen was completely relieved: "Thank you very much, Ms. Olekea."

Next, he concentrated on painting.

After about an hour, the painting is complete.

Rosen asked again: "How do you plan to take it away?"

Olekeya giggled: "This is simple."

Stretching out a finger on the canvas, the golden light shone slightly, and the content of the canvas was completely fixed immediately.

She rolled the canvas and tied it to her belt.

"Now that I have money, and I've had enough fun at Silvermoon Castle, it's time to travel to other places."

"Goodbye, funny little guy. I hope that when we meet next time, you will be alive instead of lying in some cold cemetery."

"That's a sad statement."

"It's me who should be sad."

"There are many interesting companions among mortals, but it's a pity that mortals' lives are as short as bubbles, so I don't dare to make close friends, lest I get sad when I do."

"Hey, stop talking, goodbye and goodbye."

By the time of the last few words, Olekeya's figure had disappeared into the room.

She left, and the resplendent phantom also dissipated, like a dream that ended.

Rosen stood there blankly, with a hint of melancholy on his face.

"This is a beautiful scenery that I can't reach at present, it's a pity~"

　Two more today
　
(End of this chapter)