Wizard: Seeker of Infinite Planes

Chapter 361 Discussing Art
"I'm off work, Mr. Krabs! If one day I truly realize my ideals and dreams in life, I will never stand behind that dirty checkout counter, and my feet will never step on this On the oily floor!!!”

"Ah, kah, kah, kah... Yes, yes, everything you said is right... Remember to come early tomorrow morning and don't be late again, Squidward."

After strolling around Bikini Castle in the afternoon, Taylor wanted to work, but didn't know how to work. He walked all the way to the door of the Krusty Krab, and then heard Squidward's angry voice and Mr. Krabs' nonchalant dismissal.

Upon hearing Squidward's dream, Tyler suddenly remembered that Squidward seemed to be interested in art.

If I remember correctly, there seem to be many works of art and various paintings in the dreams I dream about every night.

When he thought of this, Taylor felt as if he had found a way to establish a good relationship with Squidward, the second emotional fish in Bikiniburg.

clack clack clack clack...

While Taylor was thinking, Squidward, who had an octopus face and a cold look on his face, walked past Taylor without even looking at Taylor, and walked towards his home with rhythmic tentacles.

Let’s talk about the art style first.

Connecting the little art knowledge left in his mind with the dream, Taylor looked at Squidward's retreating figure, ran to the department store and bought a few pieces of paper, some paints and brushes, then folded them into a bag and folded them into a bag. Under his fins, he trotted all the way to Squidward's house.

Soon he came to a dark blue octopus-style building. The whole building looked like Squidward's face, with a big nose, big eyes and a round mouth.

Arriving at the door of Squidward's house, Taylor took a gentle breath, and after thinking about the words in his mind, he stretched out his fin and knocked on Squidward's door.

Boom boom boom......

Soon, the door to Brother Squidward's house opened, and what came into view was Brother Squidward, who was wearing pink pajamas and a nightcap on his head. He was a little tired, and his face was full of helplessness and untimely life.

"Hello, this is the home of a genius who has never been discovered and been forgotten. I don't know what you want here."

Squidward asked nonchalantly after taking a look at Taylor.

Look at this outfit, all white, plus a small hat, and something else. It has no artistic taste at all. It seems that this fish's artistic appreciation is not very good either.

They were probably advertising salesmen, real estate salesmen, or chocolate and biscuit sellers. Just like those two idiots, the chocolate seller was deceived by the bag seller.

Squidward, who thinks he has discovered Taylor's identity, is already planning to close the business. He doesn't want to listen to ads, eat chocolate, buy a house, eat cookies, and doesn't want to think of his two idiot neighbors when he sees this idiot fish.

"Thank you so much, salesman, but I don't want to listen to your ads today, nor do I want to buy some odds and ends. Please leave here. My life is bad enough!"

Looking at Taylor's innocent fish face, Squidward scolded him in a cold voice. Just as he was about to close the door, a fin blocked the threshold. Taylor smiled apologetically and then opened the other fin. package, said to Squidward.

"I'm so sorry, Brother Squidward, I heard that you are very successful in art, and I have recently gained some opinions on some paintings and artistic styles, so I wanted to communicate with you."

Great achievements in art!

The painting, the style!
comminicate!

If you tell me this, I won’t feel sleepy anymore.

As soon as he heard that the purpose of Taylor's visit was to exchange views on paintings and artistic styles with him, Squidward immediately became energetic. He thought that since he was a child, except for his handsome playboy octopus, there was no one else. Any octopus could match itself artistically, and he's Beechboro's most artistic genius.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't expect you to come here to talk to me about paintings and art styles. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for what I just said. Come in, come in, my paintings and my art All the sculptures are on the second floor." Squidward instantly changed into a passionate smile, and the corners of his entire octopus face almost reached the corners of his eyes. Taylor's eyelids twitched when he saw it, but he still followed the direction directed by Squidward. , came to the second floor with Brother Squidward.

As soon as he arrived on the second floor, Taylor saw many paintings of different styles but with great beauty, as well as several statues, including large heads, life-size statues and small miniature sculptures. On the wall were self-portraits and landscape portraits painted by Squidward himself. , as well as jellyfish paintings and many abstract paintings.

There is a saying that Brother Octopus's paintings are actually good. The realistic ones are indeed very lifelike, and the abstract ones are indeed difficult for fish to understand. They are indeed very beautiful.

As soon as Taylor turned his head, he saw that Squidward had changed into an artist's suit at some point, including a turtleneck sweater, floral trousers, a fake beard and a beret. The entire octopus's artistic atmosphere and style were instantly enhanced.

"Come on, my dear friend, I will introduce to you each of these paintings. Each of these paintings is a stunning work that I poured out all my efforts and endured the torture of my idiot neighbor! "

Squidward stretched his arms around Taylor, and then introduced to him one by one the origins of his sculptures, paintings, life-size sculptures, head sculptures, etc., the hard work and sweat he put in, and the actions of his idiot neighbors at that time.

Tyler listened, his fish eyes felt a little wet. How did this Squidward Brother manage to do this under such a strict and cruel environment?

This life is too miserable, and it is really not something that a fish can live through.

Since Squidward took him so seriously and regarded him as an equal friend who could exchange art, Taylor felt that he couldn't show his timidity. He organized the words quickly and combined them with various things he had seen in his dreams recently. All kinds of pictures are drawn on paper, and every inch is as lifelike as if they were born with them.

Although Taylor felt strange about this, he just felt that he could do it, and now it was proved that he had done it. It might have been brought about by the dream. Taylor felt more and more that the upright primate in the dream might have something special with him. Same general relationship.

"It's really incredible. What an artistic style this is. Look at how beautiful this tower depicts. What is that? A green mountain? Isn't there coral on it? And why is the sand there black? I My God, Mr. Taylor, where on earth did you see this scene is so beautiful."

Squidward held the landscape painted by Taylor in his hands, as if on a pilgrimage, his eyes were filled with tears, and the crystal tears condensed on his eyes, making him look wet.

"so far so good."

Taylor said modestly. Brother Squid, who had already entered into high-intensity thinking and pondering, obviously didn't take into account the feelings of the guests. He just waved his tentacles casually, and then he concentrated on it, wishing he could eat the landscape painting and observe it carefully.

Taylor didn't care either. Squidward's state was now a bit frenetic and terrifying. He chuckled and turned his head. When he was about to look at the sky outside, he was surprised to find that the shells flying outside were fixed in the air. The sky was half black and half white, and a white dot appeared in the distance. Then the whole world seemed to be overturned and dissipated.

! ! ! ? ? ?
What the hell is going on with this horse?

Why am I here to talk to Squidward about the destruction of the art world.

"Hoho...hohoho...I'm so sorry...oooh...Mr. Taylor."

Squidward's voice came from behind, but there seemed to be some extremely violent emotion suppressed in this voice.

It was as if a wild beast was trying not to eat its bloody prey.

Taylor turned around suspiciously and saw that half of Squidward's body was covered with golden scales, his mouth was full of sharp teeth, his buttocks also had a barb-like tail, and one eye turned into a golden vertical Hitomi.

"Brother Squidward, you..."

Squidward shook his head guiltily, then waved his tentacle, and a tentacle covered with golden scales instantly hit Taylor's face.

"I'm sorry...please take a rest..."

(End of this chapter)