Section 2343: Capital of Art

A figure flew across the boundless night sky and stood above the thin clouds.

Under his feet, there was a bustling city light.

Even at a height of hundreds of meters, one could still faintly smell the string music and fragrant wind below.

"The city of Saint Syme is indeed a famous art capital." The artistic atmosphere can be said to reach the sky.

The person in the sky sighed and looked around, finally settling on the only dim-looking street in the city below.

The black shadow swooped down and finally landed silently in an empty and dark alley.

With the sound of footsteps, he walked out of the deep alley. There was a pile of burning dead wood at the intersection. With the burning firelight, the face of the person coming could be clearly seen.

Red hair and golden eyes, lazy and handsome.

It was Angel after using the transformation.

Angel looked around. This was a long street burned by fire.

It was a mess everywhere. Not only were there dead wood burning at the intersection, but there were also fires on both sides of the street, as well as various black remains of broken, charcoal-burned things. Even in the air, there were still sparks of dazzling sparks.

A pungent smell filled the entire street.

A stone brick house on the left was relatively intact. From the black and gray wall sign, you could see a few words with traces of burning: 1-349, West Lane, Baishu Street.

This is Baishu Street, adjacent to the palace complex of the Yinlu royal family. It used to be an art gallery, but now it has become a ruin.

Angel sighed imperceptibly and walked towards the fire not far away.

This fire happened to block the middle of the road. Looking closely, it was a pile of unburned street oil wood.

Angel squatted down and slowly stretched out his hand, trying to feel the blazing flames through contact.

"Young man, don't let your mind wander!" An anxious voice suddenly came from behind.

Angel shook off the sparks on his hands, stood up, and turned to look.

I saw a middle-aged woman wearing a fireproof cloth and a fat body, running over in a hurry, telling Angel to leave the fire quickly.

"Young man, you must think positively. Even if the house is burned, as long as you are fine, everything can be restarted." The middle-aged woman was obviously well-educated. Although the ugly black fireproof cloth covered her clothes, from her obviously designed hairstyle, it can be seen that she should come from a relatively wealthy family.

But the face under the beautiful curly hair was now covered with black and gray, which was probably stained by the dust floating on Cypress Street.

When she saw Angel's face, the middle-aged woman was obviously stunned. The young and handsome face, combined with the obviously expensive gentleman's suit, did not look like he was going to commit suicide because the house was burned.

Moreover, he had a polite smile at the corner of his mouth, and he was dressed in a standard aristocratic style, which was really inconsistent with the ruins with sparks floating around.

"You... let me think, did any of your beloved paintings get burned? So you can't get over it?" The middle-aged woman seemed to think that this guess might be close to the truth, and immediately muttered: "You were influenced by the young man yesterday, right? Alas, that young man was stupid. How could a painting be more important than a life? He had to rush into the fire, and he almost burned himself."

"The young people nowadays are just crazy. Everyone is chasing the trend and regards art as life."

"In fact, this road has gone astray."

"Oh, why did it go astray?" The speaker was Ingres. Originally, he just thought that the middle-aged woman was kind, so he stayed to explain to her to avoid misunderstandings; but the subsequent words caused by her misunderstanding made Ingres a little interested.

"Come here first, and I'll tell you. This fire is unusual and very strange. Even water can't put it out when it burns. Don't get close to these fires."

"I think you misunderstood, ma'am. I don't have any thoughts of committing suicide. I just want to walk around here." Angel walked around the fire and stood where the flames couldn't reach.

"What is there to walk around here?"

Angel smiled but didn't say anything.

The middle-aged woman saw this and knew that the other party was unwilling to answer, so she just thought about it. As long as he wasn't looking for death, nothing else mattered.

"Even if you want to walk around here, don't get close to these fires. And there are fires here from time to time. If there is anything, it will probably be burned."

From her words, Angel probably understood that she had made up a play in her mind again. Maybe she thought he was a lucky guy?

"Why did the lady come here in the middle of the night?" Angel asked back.

"You asked me, I'm going to see the fish at Cypress Lake... I used to feed them every night, but I couldn't come these two days because of the fire. Now the fire is almost out, so I want to go and take a look." She didn't hide her itinerary at all, and explained the situation in a few words. She shook the leather bag in her hand, which was heavy with some bread crumbs.

Cypress Lake. When Angell looked down before, he remembered that Cypress Lake was not far from the gate of Yinlu Palace. He was also going to Yinlu Royal Family, so he said: "I'm going there too. If the lady doesn't mind, why don't we go together? I also want to hear what the lady meant by the wrong way?"

"Okay." The middle-aged woman smiled.

On the way to Cypress Lake, Angell also knew that the middle-aged woman was called Connelly, who was also a resident of Cypress Street before and had a son, but her son was obsessed with art and almost sacrificed his life for art.

"I said that they have gone astray, but I can actually see it from my son."

"Do you know why my son is obsessed with art?"

Angel guessed: "Because of love?"

Mrs. Connelly shook her head: "I also hope that he loves it, but he doesn't. He doesn't really love art. The reason why he is so obsessed with art is because of the influence of the environment."

Connelly sighed, looked at the bustling night view of Saint-Salme City in the distance, and said softly: "The Central Empire is also called the country of art, and Saint-Selme City is the center of this art country, so it is naturally called the city of art. The artistic atmosphere here is very strong. Almost everyone has been exposed to art since childhood, including oil painting, music, drama, sculpture, architecture..."

Even though Connelly is now very wealthy and has a worry-free life, her background is actually not good. She was once just a peasant woman, and her daily contacts were with the poor peasant class. Naturally, her son cannot pursue art. But later, after her son went to school, the classmates around him talked about art every day. In order to blend in with them, her son began to study art.

As a mother, Connelly knows her son very well. She knew that her son actually didn't like art in his heart. Later, he showed that he was crazy about art. In fact, he was crazy. In such a strong artistic atmosphere, she brainwashed herself.

Such examples are actually not rare in Saint Syme City.

The result of art is naturally elegant, but the process of achieving art itself is boring. How can everyone have such patience to love art. Environmental factors are just a last resort.

In a conformist society, if you don't follow the herd, you will definitely be abandoned and ostracized.

Connelly didn't care about this before, but it wasn't until her son almost gave his precious life for art that she began to pay attention to it.

"Initially, Queen Rowling advocated love for art because she experienced a tragic war. The post-war period was bleak, and most people were immersed in the pain of 'loss'. She hoped to use art to rekindle people's hope."

"She may not have thought that art in Saint-Selme City would eventually change. Art for art's sake is not art."

As Mrs. Connelly spoke, they happened to reach Cypress Lake.

The sparkling lake not far away looked cool and pleasant under the starry sky.

"Young man, I'm here. I went over to feed the fish. You must remember, never get close to the fire, and don't imitate my son and dedicate yourself to art. That is the behavior of a fool."

Mrs. Connelly waved her hand to Angel, then carried a bag of feed and walked towards the lake.

Looking at Connelly's slightly bloated and unsightly back, Angel lowered his head and smiled softly: Compared to most people in this city, Connelly, who was born as a peasant woman, lives a more understanding life.

It is precisely because of existence like Cornelius...

"So, I like humans."

Angel turned around with a smile and walked towards the Yinlu Royal Palace.

The brief journey with Cornelius and listening to the values ​​​​of an ordinary person was just an insignificant episode. However, this episode still occupies some weight in memory. If Angel writes a wizard's travel book in the future, he may record her story when he writes about the capital of art.

After putting aside this little episode, Angel stretched out his left hand and slowly opened the fist he had been clenching, and a little sparks flew out of it.

Sparks rose into the sky and turned into small flames in front of Angel.

"Sure enough, it contains a special trace of fire power." Angel: "Although it is very light, it still has the taste of Dangros."

Angel looked at the fire, and some thoughts flashed in his eyes. Although it was just a small spark, the residual warmth was also very good. When it actually burns, the temperature is probably just a tad worse than Korokro.

Moreover, the special meaning in this flame is not complex, it is quite pure, and can be used to smelt many magic ores that require pure fire. Nothing more than that Fritz would like Dan Gross.

"I haven't seen Dangros release his flames with all his strength before, but I didn't expect it to be quite good." Angel grunted, and with one hand, he pinched and extinguished the floating flames.

Then without pausing, he strode towards the palace.

He flew to Saint Syme City this time just to take Dangros back. Dangros, on the other hand, was deep in the Yinlu Palace.

The guards and knights guarding the place along the way seemed to have not seen Angel at all, leaving him alone as if there was no one around.

After passing through a group of palaces full of design, Angel came to a high wall.

He could sense that Dangros was somewhere in the high wall at this moment.

There is no visible door on this high gray wall. If you want to enter, you can only input magic power to find a hidden passage, or fly over directly.

Ordinary people obviously can't do it.

Inside the high wall is actually where the Yinlu Royal Wizard Group is located.

Angel did not choose to fly over, because he was standing in front of the hidden passage at the moment. If he could walk in, there was no need to waste energy.

When Angel's body came into contact with the wall, the originally flawless wall suddenly rippled like water waves, swallowing Angel's figure.

When Angel reappeared, he had already appeared inside the wall.

Moreover, standing directly in front of him was a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a light red wizard robe.

"Neia." Angel gently called the person's name.

"Lord Pat." Neia bowed hurriedly. She flew over immediately after sensing a strange energy entering the wall, thinking that an enemy had broken in, but she didn't expect that the person who came was Angel.

"No need to be polite, I came here to take Dangros away." Angel said.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Neia's face. When she came back, she learned that Drew had sent a message to Frode, telling him about Dangros burning Cypress Street. At that time, she realized that Drew told Angel about this matter, probably because he was afraid of Dangros, and hoped that Angel could take Dangros away quickly.

Although Neia was also a little afraid of the fire created by Dangros, she felt ashamed to use this hint to let Angel take Dangros away.

And she was also worried about offending Angel.

"In fact, Dangros has a very fulfilling life here, and has recently been studying the art of pottery. Why don't you let him stay for a while?" Neia said a little dryly.

Angel: "Forget it. I saw the situation on Cypress Street. It was extremely tragic."

Nea: "It doesn't matter. Cypress Street burned down. Anyway, it can be rebuilt and no one died."

Angel: "I'm afraid that if it continues to stay, without anyone to stop it, it will burn most of Saint Syme City."

After a pause, Angel said: "Let's go. Since you are here, you will lead the way."

Nea sighed softly in her heart and nodded: "My lord, please follow me."

After a while, Angel saw Dangros rolling on the ground in a backyard covered with rubies.

Dangroth closed his eyes and turned his whole hand over and over on the essence of rubies, with a look of enjoyment on his face. Next to him, there was an old apprentice wearing a fiery red wizard robe, sitting on a stone stool and flipping through a notebook. From time to time, he would take a red feather pen and lightly point it in the direction of Dangros, and some fiery red liquid would spill over.

Dangros did not dodge, allowing the liquid to soak into his skin, and then continued to roll on the gem, enjoying it and moaning in his mouth, just like a drug addict.

This picture was really unsightly, and Neya couldn't help coughing twice.

"Ahem."

The old apprentice who was immersed in the notebook raised his head in confusion. When he saw Neya and the man behind her, he stood up instantly.

"Big, big... man." The old apprentice lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"Is he Fritz?" Angel asked this because he saw a title "Boiling Blood Red Water" on the notebook he opened from the old apprentice.

The reason why Cypress Street was burned was that when Fritz wanted to refine a material for boiling blood red water, an accident occurred.

Neya nodded: "Yes. Fritz was originally locked up by me, but Dangros came to plead for him this morning, so I released him again, but ordered him to stay with Dangros."