Chapter 549 Candy and Gold Coins

At noon, in a corner of Xicheng District of Shanxi City.

Rows of bungalows stand side by side, with black and gray monotonous walls contrasting with each other. They look a bit awkward, like an unfinished abstract ink painting. The streets, which are not very wide, are also dusty and full of potholes, like a piece of cheese that has been rotten for a long time. It is obviously not suitable for walking on any means of transportation except legs and feet.

Every city has its bright and beautiful side, but of course, there must also be dirty and rundown corners. This is inevitable, even Shanxi City, which is known as the Holy City in the North, is no exception.

At this time, at a certain street corner, "Excuse me, does the painter Hansir live here?"

"Hansil... is that down-and-out painter, right? Yes, you go all the way along this street, and that's the one on the left at the very end."

"Oh, thank you, auntie."

"Haha, you're welcome..."

Saying goodbye to the kind aunt, he asked passers-by to pull down the fluffy collar that covered his face tightly. A long scar like a centipede was very eye-catching... Needless to say, this was naturally Borg who had just come out of the tavern by the stream.

The street was not long and it came to an end very quickly. "The innermost left side...tsk, that should be it." Borg squinted at the dilapidated small house in front of him, nodded, took a few steps forward, and raised his hand to knock on the wooden door.

Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...

Knocks on the door kept ringing, but there was no movement inside, as if the owner was not at home. But just when Borg frowned slightly, the door creaked open.

"Who are you?" The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with sunken eye sockets and a thin figure. He was wearing a wrinkled loose robe that had obviously not been washed for a long time. His face looked sleepy and sleepy.

"It doesn't matter who I am, are you the painter Hansir?" Seeing the middle-aged man nodding subconsciously, Boger raised the corners of his mouth and pulled out a strange sneer. He spread his left hand, holding a few shiny gold coins with a hint of temptation. Human color, "I'll tell you the characteristics, and you draw the portrait. As long as you satisfy me, these five gold coins will be yours."

"Uh..." The middle-aged man named Hansil was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Just looking at the surrounding environment, he knew that his living situation was very bad. Just a portrait could earn five gold coins. This It was indeed a big temptation for him.

Yes, art cannot be measured by money. But sometimes, artists also need money to make a living.

"No problem!" He agreed hastily at first, and then scratched his head. Hansil looked hesitant, "Although I have never doubted my painting skills, but... why did you come to me specially? You know my place is very remote. "

What is important is remoteness... Borg remained calm and did not answer the question. Instead, he pushed the door straight in and said, "Let's get started."

"……good."

The room was in a mess, with drawing papers and brushes scattered everywhere, and even the walls were painted with various patterns. It was indeed what a down-and-out painter should look like.

Soon, after setting up the easel, Hansil held the paintbrush and looked at Berg. The latter pinched his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "He is a young man. His hair is black and not long. As for his face, well, it is very ordinary..."

Here Borg was frowning and remembering, while Hansir heard this and held the brush and made a few gestures. In the end, he failed to start. He raised his head helplessly and said: "Sir, please describe it in more detail. For example, the shape of the nose. , the size of his lips, whether his cheekbones are obvious... Also, what are his distinguishing features?"

"Characteristics..." Borg pinched the bridge of his nose with a slightly troubled expression, "Ordinary, very ordinary!"

"..."

"Oh, there is a characteristic." Just when Hansil was speechless, Borg's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, stroking his hands, "His eyes are a little longer and slender than ordinary people, and the pupils are black... Just looking at it makes you laugh. People are disgusted.”

"Slender eyes, black pupils? This is not common. Okay, let's consider it a characteristic." Hansil moved his brush slightly, first making an outline, and then carefully describing a pair of slender eyes, and asked, "What else? "

"And it's... ordinary."

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The progress of the portrait painting was not smooth, not because Hansil was not good enough. But it was only then that Borg realized how difficult it was to accurately depict the annoying guy in his heart.

It's not that he can't remember it, Borg remembered that guy's face very clearly, as if it was carved on his heart, with blood in every stroke. But just because you remember it clearly, doesn't mean you can express it accurately... Oh, that damn public face!

Fortunately, Hansil's painting skills are indeed quite good. Although it took a lot of effort, the two of them finally succeeded in drawing it after constant gestures and discussions.

"Huh!" Just after a glance, a fierce and fierce light suddenly flashed in Borg's eyes. He snorted coldly and clenched his fists. Needless to say, this reaction shows that the portrait effect is very good.

On the drawing paper, there is a medium-sized nose, medium-sized lips, medium-sized ears, medium-sized eyebrows... Except for the slender eyes, almost all facial features and facial parts are medium-sized. Small, very ordinary and average. This is the legendary public face, the Tang En we are familiar with!

Reluctantly suppressing the inexplicable anger in his heart, Borg nodded and said in approval: "Not bad, I'm very satisfied." Then under Hansil's expectant eyes, he stretched out his hand into his arms, as if to take out the gold coins, but when he stretched out, he was short. The sword flashed with cold light, and poof, it pierced Hansil's heart.

"Sorry, your painting skills are so good that I dare not let you live."

Staggering a few steps, Hansil's eyes were filled with confusion and pain. He leaned back and bang... several easels were knocked over. Blood instantly soaked a few drawing papers on the ground. He twitched a few times and then fell silent.

Glancing at the corpse on the ground, Borg took a long breath. The depression caused by someone in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

What he said just now seemed like a joke, but in fact it was Borg's sincerity. In fact, when Hansil took over this business, it was destined to end like this. Later, I saw that Hansil's painting skills were indeed very good, and Borg naturally couldn't keep him. After all, if the incident happened, his portrait would undoubtedly be better...

Leaning over to take the paintbrush tightly held in Hansil's hand, Borg had no intention of disposing of the corpse on the ground. Such a solitary painter would probably not interact with the people around him. Only when the body stinks will people know about it...

Picking up a blank piece of drawing paper, he swept away the clutter on the table next to him. In this room where the smell of blood was gradually rising, Borg safely pulled up a wooden chair and sat down.

After pondering for a while, he flicked his brush and murmured softly: "Tang En, an earth-level warrior, proficient in shape-shifting disguise, a member of the gray-clothed army... Well, do you want to write about this?"

The brush stopped and he tilted his head to think about it. Only by revealing this identity can Tang En be led to join the army and go to the front line. As well as what happened in the canyon afterwards, he decided to continue writing, "Oh, I also have a small gray space team... ...Hmph, if you dare to trick me, you can't run away, Michu... How about adding Joshua? She is also one of the accomplices. Tsk, no, I will also live in the creekside tavern for the time being, okay, okay , I will be merciful and give you a chance, haha..."

The room was dark, and the smell of blood was getting stronger, but Borg, who was writing rapidly, seemed unaware. From time to time, he murmured in a low voice, or raised his head and laughed wildly, causing his body to tremble constantly... an unspeakably weird scene!

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Half an hour later, outside the Shanxi City Church.

Borg, who covered his face again, lingered for two or three minutes, walked up to a little boy who was playing, leaned down, spread out his palms with various colorful candies, "Kid, do your uncle a favor, okay? As long as you give this Give the two pieces of paper to your uncle and aunt in the church, and these candies will be yours.”

Licking his lips and looking at these tempting candies, the little boy nodded heavily.

"Okay, you're so good. Uncle will reward you with one first. Well, take it and go."

The church is of course open during daytime hours. After receiving the reward, the little boy's legs moved very fast and he ran towards the church.

Ignorant and ignorant, he didn't know what kind of huge waves the thin piece of paper worth a few candies in his hand would cause. Of course, even Borg, the instigator, could never imagine what kind of uncontrollable situation would follow... Maybe he had some feelings in his heart, but his drunkenness and the humiliation and hatred in his mind had completely blinded his mind and heart. Eye……

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