Chapter 312 The Canvas in the Sun

It was already late at night when we left Mrs. Sabrina's mansion.

After walking out of the mansion, light gold morning glory lanterns were lit on both sides of the path leading to the gate from the courtyard, illuminating the road in the dark.

"Thank you for your hospitality, it's getting late, I should go back too."

After walking down the steps, Jerain turned back and saluted the lady standing in front of the mansion, and then followed by a few knights into the flickering night.

Watching the son of the griffin slowly leave the courtyard, board the carriage, then turn the wheels, and leave in the quiet night, after a long time, Saberina turned around and went back to the house.

The hall was still brightly lit, with several maids guarding the corner.

After returning to the hall, Sabelina sat on the sofa, crossed her legs and held the wine glass, sipping slowly, her eyes fixed, thinking about the conversation with Jerain.

To be honest, as a member of the conservative faction, she does not trust the humans outside the forest, let alone the human nobles who are known for their treacherousness. But the current situation is not easy. According to the current information, the open faction has already had a faint advantage in the five tests. If this time is completely defeated, then all the right to speak in the forest will have to be given up.

It's not just about waning influence, there are many other things involved. The gilt corolla she leads is famous for luxury goods in the empire. If it becomes a marginal and underappreciated faction in the future, then the luxury brand under her name will lose its charm greatly.

It's very simple that people don't worship and admire the weak and weak, which also means that once a conservative fails, her faction and flower crown will continue to weaken.

'Do I still have to look at that guy's face in the future and pray for mercy? ’

Thinking of Vestena who was not dealing with her, Saberina felt annoyed and irritated, and she simply drank the red wine in her hand.

"Pack up your things, then close the door, and no one will tell you tomorrow."

"Yes, my lord." Several elf maids quietly and diligently cleaned up the hall.

Let's stop here today, Saberina rubbed her temples, thinking she'd have to visit some old friends tomorrow to discuss the matter.

Whether or not to cooperate with the eldest son of the Griffin.

What a hassle.

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After returning to the residence, Jerain took off his coat and was about to take a hot bath and relax when a footstep came from outside the corridor.

"I want to see Lord Jerain." The black-robed man said so after being stopped by the two knights guarding outside the door.

Soon after, a slightly tired voice came from the room, "Forget it, let him in."

"Yes, Your Highness." The two white lion knights holding halberds stepped aside.

After walking into the room, Morag saw Jerain with his back to him. At this moment, the other party was leaning on the seat, looking at the night outside the window. The night wind was blowing slowly, bringing up the curtains from time to time. Objects on the table elongate their shadows.

"His Royal Highness, what is the result of today's discussion?" The black-robed man suppressed the urgency in his heart and tried to ask in a calm tone.

"Well, it's basically going well." Jerain closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, and answered casually.

"Well, that's good. Did the woman have any answer or promise?"

"Not yet. Conservatives are very wary of outsiders, but I can see that she is tempted. It is estimated that she will take the initiative to contact us in a few days."

"If you have nothing else to do, then leave."

"Yes, I'm sorry to disturb Your Highness." After getting a satisfactory answer, the black-robed man responded respectfully, and then slowly left the room.

"Is this guy really just an assistant, huh..." After a long time after Morag left, Jerain slowly opened his eyes, looked at the courtyard in the dark, and said casually.

‘Forget it, I’ll investigate him in detail later, I’m tired today. ' Jerain thought to himself, and stood up.

"Is the hot water ready?"

"It's ready and ready to use at any time." The knight at the door bent down and replied.

"it is good."

Although he comes from a noble family, Jerain is not the kind of person who is keen on socializing. For him, dealing with an old-fashioned elf noble like Sabelina is really troublesome and not good at it. Today's negotiation can be described as Tired him physically and mentally.

Meanwhile, another corner of the forest.

Blue calyx corolla, indigo dyed flower street.

A carriage was driving on the street at night, and the sound of the wheels turning and rolling on the stone slabs was particularly clear, and even the sound of small stones crashing and rubbing could be heard.

Soon after, the carriage stopped in front of an apricot yellow house.

The car door opened, and a man in a dark dress and a wide purple velvet hat stepped out of the car. There were a few tied irises in the hat, which was a bit elegant and was the current fashion in the forest. style.

"It's here."

He took out a silver coin from his bosom, handed it to the driver, walked slowly up the steps, and knocked on the door. Soon after, someone opened the door and welcomed him in.

"You came back so late, where have you been?"

In the room, his wife with pale gold braids helped him take off his coat, and then asked with a slight complaint.

"Drinked some wine with my friends and celebrated." The man explained casually, then sat on the chair, looking a little drunk.

"Huh, don't say it, next week will be the festival, when you will appear as the ritual official, or

Be prepared in advance. "The wife brought hot water, wiped his face briefly, and then went back to sleep.

Anyway, when he wakes up for a while, he will go back to sleep by himself, and he has gotten used to it over the years.

In this way, the man leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes for a nap, and snored slightly, until after a long time, the cool night breeze woke him up leisurely.

When I opened my eyes, I saw an empty wilderness, bursts of insects chirping from my feet, the stars in the sky were extraordinarily bright, and the evening wind was also tinged with chills.

"This is where!?"

He shouted, ready to stand, but only then did he realize that he was being tied up.

The thick rope tightened for a while as he struggled, and instead of loosening, it became tighter.

‘Who dares to kidnap me, don’t you know who I am? ' He was annoyed for a while, ready to run the extraordinary core in his body and use special means to break free from the shackles of this thick rope.

But unfortunately, the strong core of the past is now dead, not only can't feel the slightest magic, even the weak Mana in the atmosphere can't feel it.

This is? His heart sank slowly.

What can cause this situation is that he has only heard in the past that some special medicines can make superhumans lose their perception and manipulation of magic power.

However, this kind of potion can be described as expensive, and the lowest grade is gold. Who would use this kind of thing for ordinary thieves or thieves, and he is not a big man.

"Who is it, come out!" he roared, but there was no response.

"Damn, which treacherous guy, do you know who I am? If I am absent from the festival next week, the entire Emerald Forest will be disturbed, and then it will not be a consequence that you can bear!"

There was silence all around, and under his screams, the chirping of insects at night was a little smaller, and it seemed to be frightened for a while, but then it recovered.

"Come out, you dare to tie me over, but you don't say anything, do you?"

There was another bout of cursing and struggling, but still no response.

"Disgusting, nasty, bugs, wild dogs, scumbags!"

He was looking for the curse words in his memory, but unfortunately in the Elvish language, such words were very few, and most of them were passed down by humans.

In the end, under his hard struggle, the chair finally overturned, and he also rolled sideways into the grass, his face pressed between the soil and grass roots, and an earthy smell came from between his teeth.

"Damn... uh!"

There was another murmur and swearing, but now the sound was slowly fading, and he was tired.

Originally, he thought that someone was going to torture him and pull something out of him. After all, as the ritual officer who presided over the five tests, and he was a member of the Open Sect, he knew a lot of things.

But after a few hours like this, there was still no response. Slowly, his patience began to run out, and a wordless panic slowly surfaced in his heart.

As a person in a key position and an important member of the faction, he knows a lot of secrets, and now he has indeed made some shady transactions.

However, these things he does very secretly, and he has cultivated carefulness over the years, so that he only chooses familiar and trustworthy people to trade, and every time it ends cleanly without leaving any traces, even if someone wants to check, Can't find any flaws.

Who is it? Does someone suspect me? Hehe, he just kidnapped me. It seems that the other party has no actual evidence, otherwise he would have used it to threaten.

Thinking of this, his originally uneasy heart slowly eased.

As a part of the host of the ceremony, one of the main ceremony officials, if he disappears, it will cause a lot of trouble, but such an accident has not occurred in the Emerald Forest for a long time.

Thinking like this, the other party probably wouldn't dare to do anything to me, so he had to use this method to intimidate and scare me, hehe.

The more he thought about it, the clearer he became, the man slowly relaxed, no longer struggling, let the exhaustion drown his consciousness, and actually fell asleep on the ground like this.

But when he opened his eyes again, it was already dark, no, it wasn't dark, but he was blindfolded, and there was darkness everywhere.

here is? He wanted to move, but this time he seemed to be tied again, and he was tied to a cold stone pillar.

How they did it, he didn't realize it at all, and the man felt unease again.

It's a pity that no matter how much he roared and struggled, he still didn't respond. Just from the echoes around him, he roughly understood that he should be imprisoned in a basement or a small room on a stone wall.

Time passed slowly, and the weak stagnant water slowly gathered, and then dripped onto the man's forehead, causing him to wake up and wake up from drowsiness. Unfortunately, the surroundings were still dead silent and there was no response.

It was pitch black in his field of vision, and he couldn't see anything, only the water droplets above his head slowly converged and dripped, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

One minute and one second passed slowly in the dark, and gradually he felt more and more tired, the sleepiness brought severe drowsiness, and his consciousness was blurred and his body was weak.

However, he was still unable to sleep, the erection, the dripping drops of water like a demon, kept him awake, and the darkness around him that would never respond was slowly making him restless, irritable, panic, and even more so. Beginning to despair.

Everyone is fine, can you give me an answer?

Originally, he wanted to speak, but found his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even utter the words, the hunger and thirst made him feel

The pain in the stomach continued to come, and the limbs began to feel numb and weak.

But a day passed and still no response.

So, another day has passed, the man has fallen into the state of the oil lamp running out, he struggled to open his eyes, just wanted to make sure that he was blind and couldn't see anything, except for the drops of water dripping in his ears. There was still no sound, and everything was quiet.

Boring, restless, fear, despair, and endless weakness flooded him like a mountain. Even if a three-year-old child came at this time, he could easily kneel down and worship, just ask the other party to let him go, even if he let himself die. The torture of being extremely tired but unable to sleep has swallowed up the last ounce of his will, and he no longer has any resistance at all.

However, still no one responded to him.

On the third day, the man was as motionless as a corpse, and seemed to have lost any ability to think.

However, other voices finally sounded in the room today.

Someone untied him from the stone pillar he was tied to, then dragged him out, walking endlessly, seemingly climbing the stairs.

It was thrown on the ground like mud, his head was pulled up, and the cold ice cubes were directly inserted into his mouth. The violent stimulation made him tremble for a while, and then the black cloth in front of him was torn apart. A vague figure appeared in front of him.

It seemed to be a rooftop of a certain roof, the sun slanted down from the umbrella that covered the rain, making his weak body feel a little warm, and finally regained some strength to speak.

It is a pity that he is still weak and weak. He can't even maintain his body support, and he fell to the side. Fortunately, someone supported him at a critical moment, although he was fixed on the ground by means of restraint.

"Are you awake? Roseitz Ritual Officer." A soft voice came from the front, his voice as rhythmic as a poet's song.

"You are?"

Roseitz tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to distinguish this vague figure. His eyes could not see clearly because of the lack.

The short golden hair, the loose white robe, and the shining red earrings on the side of the hair, these vague images came together, and an important name floated in Roselle's heart, which turned into a burst of fear.

"Lord Eperion..." The voice was bitter and desperate.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to recognize me, Mr. Roseitz."

This famous painter and sage is now sitting under the wide white umbrella, facing the pure white canvas, painting without hesitation, and occasionally talking to the extremely weak ritual official beside him. sentence.

"Actually, we met a long time ago. I think it was at a party thirty-three years ago. At that time, I painted a portrait of Miss Ellencia, which was the celebration of her coming of age, and invited the blue calyx flower crown. Lots of guests."

"At that time, I was sitting by the piano stage, wearing a gray shirt. In order to earn a gold coin, I had to draw a portrait of the eldest lady on the spot before the banquet ended. Many guests were chatting on the dance floor with great interest, wanting to see me. How to accomplish this task."

"And Mr. Roseitz had just graduated from the Emerald Cage at that time. He followed his elders to congratulate him. Because he was not familiar with the banquet environment, he soon went to chat with friends." Although it was a small incident many years ago, But the sage seemed to remember it very clearly, even if it was a very inconspicuous little person in the venue.

"This...is there anything else about this?" Roselle had no memory of that time, and it was because of Eperion's words that he recalled some vague fragments.

"Yes, maybe it's because my memory is so good, many things can't be forgotten after many years." The painter said with a sigh, making people feel a touch of sadness.

"Are you thirsty, Mr. Roselle? Do you want to drink some water first?" The painter put down his brush for a while and turned to look at the man being carried.

"Need, need."

As soon as he thought of water, the feeling of being paralyzed and forgotten immediately came to his mind, and Roseitz's words were full of urgency and desire.

"Hey, don't worry, Lord Roseitz, the water will be given to you. As a price, I just want to ask you a few simple things."

Eperion leaned on the white woven wooden chair and looked at the courtyard not far away. There were many children playing in the green grass, and there were occasional bursts of laughter.

"Yes, yes...you ask, I, I will say everything." At this time, Roseitz had no longer any intention of resisting, and just wanted to fill her thirsty throat.

A masked elf guard brought a glass of water, and the man holding Rosette behind him also lifted his head, and then the clear water poured into his throat in the sun, a sweetness and satisfaction that had never been before filled his tongue. And the throat, the feeling of happiness, almost made Roseitz cry.

Finally, finally drink water.

"Cough cough..." After pouring the water, the guard walked away with the cup, while Roselle coughed and shook off the water stains on his face.

"Is it better, Mr. Roselle?" Eperion's voice was still so soft, as if speaking to an old friend whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Cough, it's better, my lord." Roselle replied weakly, but at this time he recovered a little, and even the scenery in front of him became much clearer.

The blue sky, the short golden hair, the slender fingers holding the paintbrush, and the ruby ​​earrings that were almost a sign.

Eperion, a new sage of the elf family, a famous great painter, artist, and a man dreamed by many elf girls.

It is not an exaggeration to add these titles to this man. In the eyes of many people, he is a painting with a melancholy atmosphere.

Home, let people feel pity for it.

But he didn't want to be sitting in front of him now.

Roselle thought about it, and a shiver rose in her heart.

"First of all, how much information did you reveal to the conservatives?" the painter asked lightly, smearing paint on the canvas.

"I, I didn't..." Roseitz was about to deny it, but she quickly fell silent again.

At this time, do you still hope to be able to hide it, a burst of bitterness lingers on the tip of your tongue.

Seeing him stop, Eperion didn't rush, and still slowly painted the canvas, the wind was blowing slowly, and the loose robe was rolled up from time to time.

"I want to know, if I say it, my lord can save my life." Roseitz asked with the last fluke.

"You can't, Mr. Roseitz." Eperion had no intention of deceiving this man at all, and stated his thoughts frankly.

"This..." Roselle's heart sank quickly again, and she no longer had the idea of ​​speaking.

The rooftop fell into silence again, and the painter was still focused on painting the canvas in front of him, mixing paints from time to time and smearing them evenly one by one.

After being silent for a long time, Roseanne regained her strength, then slowly raised her head and looked again at the man in front of her and the canvas in front of him.

On the canvas, three children are happily running and chasing among the grass. One of the girls is holding a spinning windmill. The white dress is floating among the grass. A mother is standing in front of her. She spreads her arms as if It was because she was afraid that the girl would fall. In the corner of the picture, another woman covered her mouth and smiled, looking at the three playful innocent children in the painting.

Is this the man on the grass below the painting?

Roseitz listened to the laughter and laughter not far away, turned her eyes, and soon saw those playing figures.

Here, this should be the clover garden in the blue calyx corolla. Some nurseries let parents bring their children to party and play here every weekend.

He quickly remembered some small things his wife told him on weekdays, and his eyes turned quickly, and finally found a familiar figure among the group of people.

Katisa, my baby, Celera, my love... He murmured the familiar name, then struggled with his knees on the ground, trying to move closer to see the figure playing in the grass.

Yes, they are, they are there.

Grabbing the railing beside the rooftop, Roseitz wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't make any sound. Only then did he realize that the rooftop had long been set up with a mute barrier, and only a small area under the umbrella could speak, and he could also speak. cannot be transmitted outside.

Slowly, he seemed to understand something and wanted to crawl back to pray for the sage, but at this time, the figure behind him had already pressed him to the ground, and he could no longer approach the painter.

Light green grass blades and pure white skirts, red windmills and kind mothers, the bright colors seem to freeze the time at this moment, and the bright sunshine adds a kind of midsummer to the characters on the canvas. Unique long-term and nostalgic.

"Actually, I am very envious of Mr. Roseitz, who has a happy family, and I have long since lost all of these. I can only remember and cherish by painting." .

"Happiness to have, like transparent glass, is always imperceptible, but with a little twist, it will spread out colorful colors in the sun."

He picked up the pen and began to draw delicate and moving eyes for those children.

The colors are so agile, like colorful and dreamy bubbles under the sun, which arouses people's reverie and nostalgia.

Looking at the last eye, the figure in the canvas was exactly the same as his daughter, the man's eyes slowly shed tears, and his voice became even more sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Katisa, woohoo..."

"I am willing, I am willing to say the mistakes I have made, the shameful betrayal... I just hope that the sage will not hold my family, my children... woo woo." Tears were extremely warm and so salty. , so bitter.

"I will, I promise to take care of your family, Mr. Roseitz, maybe you have forgotten, at the banquet that day, when you were chatting with your friends, you said that the painter's paintings are really good, if I have a daughter in the future Ask him to draw a picture too."

"Although Mr. Roseitz just said it casually at the time, I always wrote it down. I'm sorry to finish it today." Eperion put down his brush, turned to Roseitz, and said slowly. past.

"I..." Roselle was speechless at this time.

Afterwards, the man slowly explained how he was taken over by acquaintances, and after some bargaining, he accepted the benefits, and then sold the confidential information within the Open Sect to others. How to connect or convey information, he explained everything one by one.

By the time he finished speaking, it was almost noon.

"I think I'll be here today." Eperion stood up slowly.

"You guys took off this painting, installed it and gave it to Mrs. Roselle's wife, Ms. Sileira."

"It's time for the tour to end."

"Yes, my lord." The two attendants took off the painting, carefully rolled it up, and walked down the stairs.

Roseitz was on the rooftop, staring blankly at the grass in the distance. The mother smiled and accepted the scroll, and the children beside her happily jumped and circled around her.

Slowly, until the people in this courtyard slowly dispersed and left, and became clean again.

Eperion walked past Roseitz and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Good night, Mr. Roseitz, and I wish you a good dream."

Then the footsteps slowly descended the steps, into the invisible darkness.

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