Pirates: The Black Earl

Hearing this, Xiong's intention to kill was slightly reduced, and asked: "Why do you want to do this?"

"Because they ruined my dream!"

When he said this, the hatred in Carlos Hart's eyes didn't seem to be fake, and it reminded the bear of one thing instantly.

"So that the plagiarism news previously published in the newspaper is fake?"

"Yes!"

Carlos Hart closed his eyes, his face full of pain.

He was an orphan and suffered from childhood. He was adopted by an old man who set up a stall on the streets of Chambord to help tourists draw and support his family. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, painting became his only hobby.

Before he died, the old man called him over and told him that the thing he regretted most in this life was not because he had no talent but to choose painting.

But to chase dreams, abandoning too many things.

When I was young, I disregarded the opposition and left my hometown. I lived up to the expectations of my parents and the waiting of my lover. When I hit my head and wanted to turn back, I found that my hometown was already a dichotomy. My parents died in a shipwreck, and my lover married as a wife.

Kneeling in front of his parents' grave, he felt remorse, pain, and even wanted to cut off his hand to confess.

But he was afraid of pain, so he didn't feel cruel.

waste!

The old man said of himself.

He saw that Carlos Hart also likes to paint, but he was afraid that he would go on his own way, so he asked him a question and made an appointment with him. If he can't do it, he will honestly find a job and live his life. Don't do great dreams.

This question seemed impossible to the old man Carlos Hart, because he wanted him to draw hope.

A child who was only a teenager at that time could not have that kind of life experience.

But Carlos Hart agreed.

He locked himself in the basement without eating or drinking, and drew his answer with the simplest paint and paintbrush.

It was an ordinary realism of shampoo, except for the sophisticated technique that a child can do, and there is no bright spot.

In the distance, the endless ocean reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, and the gentle gleam is scattered on the roots of the mangrove trees in the Chambord Land, with the flow of people coming and going, showing the magnificent prosperity of the Chambord Land Islands.

But this is impossible!

The red earth continent divides the world into two, and the night in the shampoo land comes very early.

There is no red earth continent!

The old man instantly understood what he hoped for in this painting.

Looking at Carlos Hart's dirty hands, the old man patted his head, said nothing, and passed away peacefully that night.

From that day on, the residents of Chambord land found that the old man who set up a stall in the tourist street to help people paint disappeared, and was replaced by the young man next to the old man.

Knowing that the old man had passed away, an acquaintance nearby was a little bit emotional, and then he didn't take this matter to heart.

"Sir, do you want to paint?"

"Beautiful lady, do you want to paint?"

Beside the old painting stall, the immature teenager has a smile on his face, warmly inviting every passing tourist, day after day, year after year, growing up from unfamiliar to proficient.

"This picture is really good!"

On this day, a passing Celestial dragon suddenly saw his unfinished work, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Boy, come and help me draw a picture too."

Carlos Hart, who was lying on the ground like the others, didn't dare to look up, his face was stunned.

"I?"

"Nonsense, who else is there except you?"

The young Charles Rose said impatiently: "Hurry up, I have to go to the auction, don't delay my time!"

This is a Tianlongren!

Nobles of the world!

How can he admire my paintings!

But who dares to refuse the request of the Tianlong people?

Carlos Hart tremblingly tore off the unfinished work and laid out the drawing paper again.

This time he tried his best, took out the precious paint that he had collected with great difficulty, carefully outlined the appearance of Saint Charles Roth, and beautified it "a little" so that he does not look so demented. , Quite majestic.

As he did not dare to delay time, the painting was quickly completed.

Saint Charles took a look at the portrait, more satisfied.

"Yes, well painted!"

"Take it to Elsa, and let her hang this picture in the living room. The old thing is unwilling to marry her daughter to me. With this, I think who else dares to marry her except me!"

"Yes!"

A white suit walked out of the crowd acting as bodyguards and took the portrait and left in strides.

Immediately, Saint Charles Rose continued to move forward with a pregnant belly, and of course he didn't even mention paying for it.

I thought that this turmoil would just pass.

But a few days later, another white suit came to the booth.

"Last time I was very satisfied with the portrait, this is a reward for you!"

Taking the box with a dazed expression, Carlos Hart asked subconsciously.

"why?"

In this regard, White Suit said indifferently: "Princess Elsa has married Saint Charles Rose and became his seventh wife. This is all your credit."

After saying no more words, turned and left.

Carlos Hart was silent.

Pack up things after a long time, and go home in advance.