Early the next morning.

After finishing breakfast as usual, Rosen quickly rushed to the studio of Hound House.

Arriving at the end of the field, I found that everything was still the same.

Harrick was cleaning the table, Chapollet was washing the rice, but Olekeya was nowhere to be seen.

Rosen was a little surprised: "Uncle, didn't you rest at the Rose House?"

Xia Bolay waved to Rosen with an unhappy look on his face: "Go, go, go, don't mention that lousy place to me."

This reaction was really strange. Rosen turned to look at the omniscient Uncle Harrick.

Harrick looked gloating: "He is useless."

Rosen was startled and asked, "Does this mean that it's useless? Does that mean that it's useless?"

Through the golden light spots in his body, he seemed to be able to vaguely feel the power fluctuations in the other party's body.

Rosen thought about countermeasures last night and was mentally prepared.

"What should we do?" Rosen just threw the question to the other party.

"If I could take it back, I wouldn't ask you. The power in your body is very strange. It looks like mine, but it doesn't look like it. It's probably a combination of your power and mine."

The minimum remuneration is 30 kronor, if the quality is good, additional remuneration will be increased.

Rosen felt that the angle was wrong and he was missing a sense, so he asked, "Do you mind if I change the angle of observation?"

At this moment, in the splendid palace, a powerful and mysterious extraordinary woman was standing in front of an antique mirror, looking at her exquisite and flawless body with sad eyes.

Of course, business comes first.

O'Lekeya said she was coming today, but she was nowhere to be seen. Naturally, Rosen would not wait for her.

She snapped her fingers, and a high-quality floor-to-ceiling mirror appeared next to her, which looked exactly like the real thing.

After a while, the painting was completed, and Rosen named it "The Lamb Falling into the Devil's Den."

After a pause, O'Lekeya smiled again: "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

There are many ways to indulge in self-degradation, so why focus on girls? It costs money and hurts your body.

"I am the one who should be sad."

When selling paintings, user needs naturally come first.

At this time, the picture has begun to show its general outline, which can be vaguely seen, and the painting is very good.

"Miss O'Lekeya, it's your turn, you'd better close the door."

O'Lekeya walked up to Rosen, turned around a few times, and asked with a smile: "So, what posture should I take?"

She rolled up the canvas and tied it to her belt.

He was a little worried: "Can it recover?"

"For the sake of this painting, I will also give you some reward."

"In addition, through the reflection of the mirror, in a painting, you can show your front and back,"

When he reached an eighty-nine-point mark, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, and he knew that O'Lekeya had arrived.

"Let me give you a reference. If the opponent approaches within 200 meters, the seal will only vibrate, so there is no threat to you. If you deal with it carefully, you can easily defeat it."

Open the note and read it carefully.

At this time, she was only wearing a thin skirt made of something like silk. The hem of the skirt covered about fifteen centimeters above her knees, revealing a pair of long legs that were as white as jade pillars.

"Well, your imagination is really admirable."

She asked: "Is this okay?"

After making the selection, as soon as the thought came to mind, multiple mage hands were activated together and began to draw quickly.

He is just an apprentice now and has limited knowledge and experience, so it is completely reasonable to do so.

It was O'Lekeya, standing one meter behind her. She heard that he was watching him paint.

"Of course it can, it's just a small spell called 'Sage's Heart'. After more than half a month, the effect will naturally fade away."

From a kind gentleman whose identity is concealed.

Rosen didn't push him, he just waited patiently.

Put the painted work aside to dry and replace it with a new canvas.

As a professional gentleman painter, and for the sake of his own safety, Rosen resolutely withdrew his gaze from the other person, returned to the canvas, and closed his eyes.

"I am an ethical painter. I will provide whatever customers need and do it as best as possible."

As she spoke, she put her hand into Rosen's clothes and stabbed his back with her nails a dozen times quickly.

"Well, everything else is just an illusion, but loneliness is real."

'I want to see a girl as pure, beautiful, and weak as a newborn lamb being bullied wantonly by several strong, ugly, and wild men to inspire compassion in my heart.'

"Now that I have money, I have had enough fun in Silver Moon Castle, and it's time to travel to other places."

"That's it. Then what do you think the charm of a transcendent person should be?"

"There are many interesting companions among mortals. Unfortunately, mortal life is as short as a bubble, so I dare not get close to them, lest I get heartbroken."

Rosen was relieved: "Having said that, uncle should really restrain himself."

Next, he concentrated on painting.

From time to time, he would use the light spell to change the light, and would also tell the opponent to adjust his posture.

"Change it, but you'd better not let me feel any other intentions."

‘clang’

Rosen asked again: "How do you plan to take it away?"

Rosen breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face: "Miss O'Lekeya, this really scares me. I'm afraid I'll be punished by you."

"I want to ask a lot of questions, but you definitely won't answer me."

O'Lekeya was very happy: "Well, I feel completely different from how I look in the mirror, and I do look much better than usual."

"no problem."

"But why? You weren't injured yesterday, right?"

After about an hour, the painting was completed.

Rosen was shocked: "Are the Apostles of Neverwinter coming to take revenge on me?"

"Well, this scene is so real. It seems that you can even see the skin texture clearly. You haven't seen it with your own eyes, right?"

Rosen understood something: "Then look in the mirror with a lonely face and admire your beautiful and immortal body in solitude?"

It was estimated that the other party was only wearing a thin skirt, and Rosen couldn't help but have some wild thoughts.

"A large part of the composition of a painting is the skill of blending light and shadow. The mirror is the master of light and shadow, and it is also a prop with a naturally mysterious temperament."

"The possibility is very small, because the King of Neverwinter is very cautious and must be very weak at the moment. He will never waste his power like this. This seal is just in case."

Olekeya had already resumed her costume as a female warrior with studded leather armor, and stood behind Rosen to watch him paint.

The door automatically closed and locked, the curtains were drawn, and the room suddenly became very dark.

It seems to be a combination of shyness, excitement, and excitement, which is quite complicated.

Rosen thought things were strange.

"Goodbye, funny little guy. I hope that when we meet next time, you are still alive and not lying in some cold cemetery."

Rosen thought carefully: "Mysterious, indifferent, lonely, and powerful."

It looks like he is meditating, but he is actually comparing the pros and cons of each screenshot in his adventure log.

Mischievous laughter came from behind, telling Rosen that he had guessed correctly.

"I must be too tired yesterday. I'll try again today."

Finally, O'Lekeya looked at the thin skirt on her body and hesitated.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, I heard a joking voice suddenly coming from behind me.

"The prowess of the warrior, the freedom of the traveler, the mystery of the mage, the sanctity of the temple saint, etc., etc."

"I don't believe it!"

Uncle Harrick has considerately set up the drawing board for him, put away the paints and tools to be used, and also written the user's requirements on the note.

After a pause, Rosen suddenly thought of Xia Bolay, and his heart lit up: "Uncle, it's not you who made it useless, right?"

It's normal to think about it. Rosen posed no threat to her at all, so naturally she wouldn't care.

After a pause, he explained in detail how to use the seal.

Just snap your fingers again, and the room becomes splendid.
To be continued...