Chapter 494 Sculptors Guild

"Hi! Gentlemen!"

"Tomorrow's art parade will pass by here, and we are repairing the stone statue overnight."

"It may be dangerous here, you'd better stay away!"

Suddenly, several people in orange robes rushed out.

They looked to be in their twenties or thirties, all awakened with source essence.

When they stopped Lindsay and Alason, they were also friendly, just intending to take the two away from the square.

——Is it someone from the Art Association?

A few hours later, the management agency of the City of Thousand Sails also restored order.

So they began to maintain the scene to prevent others from accidentally contacting the psychedelic dream and causing other dangerous consequences?

Lindsay asked tentatively:

"Are you from the Art Association to maintain the scene?"

After asking this question, these orange-robed artists also understood that Lindsay was an insider of this incident.

But their answers were somewhat different from Lindsay's guess.

"Sir, we are from the Sculptor's Guild."

"The Art Association is working hard to stabilize the City of Thousand Sails and the normal operation of the entire world. Places like the Psychedelic Dream can only be temporarily taken care of by non-governmental organizations like us."

Another person said to Lindsay:

"Sir, since you know, I will tell you directly."

"It is very dangerous here now. For your own safety and the safety of the city, please leave quickly."

Lindsay directly stated his purpose:

"My very important companion was pulled into this psychedelic dream. I am going to go in and rescue her."

The orange robe immediately dissuaded:

"Sir, the passage to the psychedelic dream has been closed."

"And I don't know if there will be any danger. You'd better..."

Lindsay interrupted the other party's dissuasion:

"If you are maintaining the order of the city, you should know that another psychedelic dream in the blue zone has been opened by someone, and the trapped people inside have also left smoothly."

"What happened over there was done by me."

"..."

The two orange robes looked at each other in awe.

The tone and expression became complicated, and they began to communicate in a low voice:

"Entering the psychedelic dream?"

"I heard that the psychedelic dream here is very dangerous."

"Go inform Master Rubens, this is a good opportunity to rescue the people and expand our reputation. Our guild must not miss it!"

The orange robes finished communicating.

Several of them left immediately to inform their companions in other places.

The ones who stayed behind said to Lindsay:

"Sir, since you want to rescue your companions, we naturally have no reason to stop you."

"But the psychedelic dream here has been blocked. What method do you plan to use to open its passage?"

Lindsay glanced at Alason:

"Use the technique of the impression channel and the corresponding token."

While explaining, Lindsay also took Alason to the bottom of the stone statue.

No one stopped them this time. They saw the flashing blue light on the nameplate under the stone statue. The psychedelic light that permeated the city leaked out steadily and continuously from here.

"Hu——"

"Then I'll start."

Alason took a deep breath, then opened his clothes and took out a paintbrush from the inner pocket.

"Lindsay, let me confirm again."

"That world is a complete reflection of reality, so I just need to paint the scenery on the street?"

Lindsay handed over the black cloud mask in his hand:

"Yes, this is the coordinate."

Arasong took the mask and his eyes straightened.

The one-armed painter used the floor in front of the statue as a canvas, and his source condensed into colorful pigments, which were printed on the yellowed ancient streets.

By stroke by stroke, the source fluctuations appeared on the brush and the ground.

Draw the lines according to the painter's flexible guidance.

The square, the statue, the surrounding buildings, and even every brick seam on the stone slabs on the road.

Arasong's dancing brush spread its wings and danced, becoming the key to shuttle between reality and fantasy.

And when painting, a touch of black was also guided out by Arasong on the surface of the black cloud mask.

This color was used as pigment.

Layed on the basis of the entire picture, it became the color tone of Arasong's work.

"..."

"No problem, it succeeded."

A quarter of an hour later, Arasong handed the black cloud mask back to Lindsay.

He let go of the mask one second ago, and the next second he breathed a sigh of relief, fell back, and sat directly on the ground.

The one-armed painter smiled bitterly and said:

"Lindsay, your mask is really not simple."

"When I mobilized its aura, it was as if I was watched by some giant, and my hand holding the brush was shaking."

Lindsay patted Alason on the shoulder:

"There is no way, this thing was left by the fallen artist of Kuroshio Island."

"You rest here, I will be alone next..."

Lindsay didn't want to involve Alason in the dangerous psychedelic dream.

But the one-armed painter shook his head:

"I don't have the habit of giving up halfway when doing things. Since I'm on your pirate ship, I'll finish the job well."

Lindsay reminded carefully:

"This psychedelic dream is very dangerous!"

Alason was firm:

"For people outside the City of Thousand Sails, there is almost no chance to enter the psychedelic dream; at the same time, for a painter, rare scenes are also a goal worth taking risks to pursue."

"Lindsay, I have been alone in various worlds for a long time, and I have never had a reason to back down at a time like this!"

"..."

"Arazon, the favors on Mermaid Island can be settled here."

"But, Lindsay, aren't we friends who have had adventures together?"

The other party chooses to take risks with him.

The kind that puts your life on the line.

Lindsay was silent for a moment, feeling unable to express his attitude in words.

So he simply took out some food from his bag:

"Then come and eat these things."

"As soon as you recover, we'll go down immediately."

The food is delicious and delicious, with an alluring aroma wafting in front of you.

Alazon's expression was subtle. He swallowed and hesitantly accepted Lindsay's suggestion:

"Is it really okay to eat at this time?"

"Lindsay, I heard a life scholar from Volcano City say that eating before strenuous exercise can easily cause indigestion and even cause severe pain in the small intestine...ah? Well! This..."

Take the first bite of grilled fish.

Arazon's attitude was completely different.

He was completely overwhelmed by the deliciousness of Lindsay's food.

When he felt his permanently enhanced physique, his shocked expression became even more solemn:

"Lindsay, where does this food come from..."

Arasorn saw the orange-robed awakener next to him.

"Forget it, in short, this kind of food should not be given to outsiders, it may bring danger to you."

Lindsay smiled and stretched out her hand to Alazon:

“But I think it’s something good that should be shared with friends.”

"..."

The one-armed painter took a serious look at Lindsay.

At this time, there is no need for words between the men.

He smiled slightly, stretched out his one arm to hold Lindsay's hand, and was pulled to stand up.

Without any further delay, the two of them stepped into the entrance of the psychedelic dream together under the gaze of the orange-robed awakener next to them.