Chapter 322 Artistic Attainments Come From the Indescribable

Repression, distortion, madness, conflict——

A huge eye emerges from the rich round color.

"!!!"

Riya suddenly took a step back and covered his eyes. The kerosene lamp fell from his hand and fell to pieces with a bang. He slowly let go and saw that his hands were covered with blood. In a very short time after the lampshade was broken, the fire was licking it. The scarlet carpet suddenly lifted up.

The mythical creature flapped its wings and screamed, muffled and terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, all those scenes disappeared, and there was no blood or fire at all. The kerosene lamp was still intact in the hands of the young man, and the sun on the mural was still holy and shining on everything.

Riya heard the sound of her heart beating rapidly.

"That was... the shining sun just now?"

He saw eyes appearing on the statue of the sun, and the eyes would move on their own and stare at him. This situation did not occur at all when he first came into contact with the portrait of the rising sun.

"He has eyes on his face."

Riya couldn't help but think of his abnormal condition. The origin of the eye on the back of his neck has always been a mystery, but based on this alone, he could not conclude that he was related to the shining sun.

If the commonality of one eye classifies them as the same kind, then all creatures with eyes can become relatives of the shining sun.

"The murals here reveal abnormalities everywhere. There are exactly fifteen paintings from the first one to the last one, but a few scenes are missing in the middle.

Ria came to the seventh engraving. This painting was the closest to the damaged paintings. Although it was well preserved, it was still difficult to see clearly what it wanted to express.

Its painting style is inconsistent with other paintings. It looks very chaotic at first glance, but after looking at it for a long time, you can actually see the outlines of many faces from those chaotic lines.

Combined with the man in black, the man's appearance is very similar to what Hephaestus always likes to show.

"When I was entrusted with the authority of the Faceless One, a white mask that could constantly change its face also appeared. What's the special relationship between this?"

"That god who looks very tall, could he be the human incarnation of the Lord of the Wind and the Abyss?"

His thirst for knowledge became stronger and stronger. When he stood in front of the art paintings to admire them and speculate on the expression content of the paintings, the artist was affirmed and his efforts were rewarded.

At this time, the invisible scales tilted quietly, and someone somewhere declared that the transaction was established.

Ria didn't notice that the eyes on the back of her neck moved a little, and the colors became more saturated and distorted.

The corridors of the palace were still dark, but at this time there were faint sounds of words.

Ria felt that the content of the voice was very familiar, and it seemed that it was deliberately read to him. After weighing it, he walked towards that place with a lamp. The flame in the kerosene lamp swayed, flickering.

"call--"

It went out, and the room in front of me suddenly became brighter.

This is a study room, surrounded by bookshelves connected to the ceiling, and the owner of those bookshelves seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, placing books neatly according to color and height.

All books are the same thickness.

Right in front of Riya was a desk with several messy newspapers on it. There was a bottle of black ink on top of the newspapers, and there was a red quill in the bottle.

Riya stepped forward, put away the kerosene lamp, and began to take out the newspapers to read.

There are drawings drawn in ink on the newspaper, some of the drawings are drawn in the gaps between the words, and some of the drawings cover the contents of the newspaper.

"These paintings appear to have been made on a whim by the author, who loved painting."

The content was unclear, but Ria could see that the paintings were all about weird-looking creatures.

For example, there is a creature with a head covered with tentacles, a diaphragm and wings on its back, and its body is more like a fat and bloated dragon. The wings look a little degraded, and they probably can no longer fly.

This creature has no eyes drawn, and the eyes are blank. At first glance, it looks very dull and weird.

The painting next to it depicts a man wearing a cloak with octopus-like tentacles on his feet. The text on the side notes the Endeles language of an unknown period.

The eyes on the back of Gulia’s neck are connected to the eyes on the front, which means——

【I dream about them every day, and I think we will be able to meet each other soon. 】

"My eyes are really... knowledgeable."

Ria shifted her gaze to the seat behind the table. The old-fashioned chair with a back seemed to exude some unknown magic, constantly tempting Ria to sit on it.

And Riya did the same. At this time, he glanced at another line of sentences in the newspaper, the handwriting was scrawled, as if it was written unconsciously after sleepwalking.

[Welcome, I have always believed that every artist is an extension of their will, because we are all crazy]

There was still content on the back. Riya turned the newspaper up sideways, leaned on the back of the chair and read with gusto.

[They gave me inspiration. In order to repay them, I collected everything I could and dedicated my most sincere works to them]

[I have only one wish, that is, let me truly see them, those intoxicating supreme beings, the source of all my inspiration——

I would pay any price to see them. 】

[Even at this price...]

The rear is submerged in ink.

Riya continued to read back and found news in the newspaper that the water was rising, and many people had witnessed huge monsters appearing on the sea.

Below is the handwriting of the original owner. It must be said that the habit of writing essays on newspapers is also unique.

[I saw it, I saw the ruler of the underworld, the master of the night, the greatest god. He is different from what I imagined... He fulfilled my wish and I got immortality]

[And, I will always wait here for the next one to come, convey the words to Him, and entrust freedom to Him]

Seeing this, Leah put down the newspaper, and a person appeared in his vision. To be precise, it was an immortal ghost.

He was extremely afraid of death and loved performance art to the extreme. After all, not everyone would choose to match a pirate captain's outfit in the palace.

Playing the role of a captain under the cover of the reversed black sea, what kind of transcendental thinking is this?

"Your Highness."

The ghost leaned over Leah and called Leah in this way while suppressing his excitement.

The language he used was quite ancient and sounded inexplicably solemn.

Lia suddenly changed his sitting position, and seemed to sit straighter, which showed that he was uncomfortable: "What did you call me?"

"I smelled the breath of God in you, you are the one I am waiting for... By the way, I wonder if your authority is faceless?"