I became the king of villains in the game

Chapter 111 Amber Painting Exhibition - Part [-] (Read more!)

Chen Lun and Floyd followed Noah to the entrance of the gallery, followed by Walsh.

"Mr. Noah from Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce, welcome."

Beckman greeted warmly.

Noah squeezed out a smile very embarrassedly, obviously feeling uncomfortable with this title.

"Mr. Beckman, I am very happy to participate in this art exhibition, and I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Because Noah was too big, he could only bend down slightly and stretch out his hand.

Beckman chuckled and shook hands with him.

"Then I can assure you that this exhibition will not disappoint you... I will let you in on a secret, there is one of your works in the exhibition.

Also please Haihan, without your permission, hung up your painting without authorization. "

Beckman looked apologetic.

"I really can't bear to see a good work buried, it should be seen by more people."

"Oh! Really!"

Noah looked very excited, his cheeks flushed, and he became a little shy again.

"Which one of my works is it?"

"I would like to ask you to find it in the gallery yourself, maybe it will surprise you."

Beckman said with a mysterious face.

Noah had a happy smile on his face, and a canine tooth was exposed.

When a group of people passed by Beckman, the latter's eyes lightly passed over Chen Lun and Floyd, but did not stay on them.

Chen Lun glanced back, Beckman had already started to receive the next guest, the Countess and Councilor Lawson stood beside him, trying their best to express their enthusiasm.

A fog of chaos flashed in Chen Lun's eyes.

"Jazz Paint..."

Turning his head, he whispered the name to himself, and walked in as if nothing had happened.

After Chen Lun's figure entered the gallery, Beckman suddenly turned his head and stared at the latter's disappearing back.

"What's the matter, Beckman?"

The countess noticed her lover's movements and asked curiously.

"This art exhibition seems to have attracted a lot of interesting guests."

Beckman pointed.

But the Countess seemed unable to understand the meaning of his words, and thought that Beckman was expressing emotion at the strong lineup of guests.

Chen Lun entered the gallery.

The interior decoration tends to be red, the walls are painted with deep red paint, and the carpets, decorations, chandeliers and sofas are all in a uniform red color.

In the noble tone, there is also a hint of bewitching.

"Dad, look at this painting, it's so beautiful!"

When Chen Lun heard a familiar voice, he turned his head and saw that it was the excited Rebecca, who was pulling Viscount Pompeii to jump in front of a painting of blooming roses.

"Keep your voice down, Rebecca."

Viscount Pompeii reminded his daughter in a low voice, Rebecca pouted aggrievedly.

Not far from the father and daughter, Mrs. Pompey was admiring other paintings alone.

Rebecca turned her head suddenly, and a familiar figure passed by in her sight. She was pleasantly surprised. The word "Mr. Jack" just came to her lips, and she realized that she had misidentified the person.

She was a little frustrated, sighed, and most of her original interest dissipated.

Mr. Jack should be fine...

He is so powerful, nothing will happen to him!
Chen Lun didn't go up to say hello to the Pompeii family, but turned around and followed Noah away.

The works exhibited in the gallery are all top-notch. Noah kept admiring in front of him, and stopped from time to time to comment on his favorite paintings.

Chen Lun and Floyd stood silently, listening to his explanation, and he pointed out many details that were overlooked or even missed at all.Only then did I understand that the author's deep thoughts and connotations are hidden in a seemingly simple work.

But Floyd couldn't see the paintings, so he could only hear them.Chen Lun was worried that she would be bored, so he roughly let her understand what the painting was about through verbal description.

But this way is too weak, because you can't use words to describe what you see, it's like asking you to describe red, how should you word it?
You can only compare it to other red things, there is no other way.

Red silk, blood are also roses... But if the other party has never seen these and has no impression in their minds, then they are all talking to themselves.Or the things the other party has seen are different from what you have seen, so the color formed in your mind is not the red in your eyes.

Chen Lun was touched, and secretly sighed:
"Floy, a person can't hear what others hear, can't see what others see, everyone's perception of this world is different... Maybe this is because there is no real understanding between people, There are different reasons for sorrow and joy.”

Floy turned her head and quietly "watched" him, thoughtfully.

There are many guests around, but they all appreciate quietly and communicate in low voices.They are generally noble, and there are few loud people, and their gestures are very elegant.

Chen Lun felt that the time was almost up, so he greeted Noah, used the excuse of going to the bathroom, and left halfway.

Before leaving, he whispered to Floy beside him:

"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

"Ah."

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inner city.

Red Apple Church is two blocks away from Bradley Square.

The tall Gothic church stands alone, separated from the surrounding buildings.Today is not Madam Rose's Sunday, and not many believers come to the Red Apple Church.

A dozen or so believers are scattered on the wooden benches in the church, and middle-aged monks are preaching on the prayer altar, slowly telling how Rose loves the world in a soft and low tone.

Suddenly he raised his head.

Five young men and women entered the church.

Just when the monk was puzzled, a man in the head raised his arm and pointed a strangely shaped musket at him.

"--guard!!"

The monk suddenly lost his soul and roared in horror.

Bang! !

After a series of muffled sounds, densely packed small steel balls came out and sprayed on the monk.

Bleeding flowers burst out from the latter's body, and he fell down.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The believers screamed in horror and fled out in a panic, shouting the name of Rose, praying for protection.

Polaris and his party are not psychopaths, they did not kill these ordinary people for no reason and let them go.

"How should I say, the next step should be the high-intensity battle?"

The horseman also took out a trumpet gun and said in a deep voice.

"It must be, after all, it is one of the biggest supernatural forces in the empire... Be careful, our task is just to attract attention."

Polaris glanced at the muskets in the hands of the three centaurs, and thought to himself how stupid he was.

What precious musket for shooting dragons?
What old man?
Do you still carry wholesale? !

"My musket is hungry! Hurry up!"

Goutoujin looked excited.

It seems that the sky is as one wishes, and as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of dense footsteps came.

Behind the prayer platform of the church, the side doors on both sides were knocked open, and a group of guards in fur coats rushed out from inside.

The two leading monks had cold faces.

"Blasher! None of you can escape!"

But in the next second, his expression changed.

Because the five young people not only did not escape, but rushed forward even more excitedly.

"Today is the day to make great achievements! Kill!"

The strange words shouted by Gou Tou Jin confused the monk.

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(End of this chapter)