A good portrait usually takes more than ten days from drafting to completion, and it takes a lot of effort to modify and color. Considering that he is a part-time job, this number has to be doubled. Dandrian is just to pick up girls, not sincerely painting portraits of the elf girl to get paid.

Dandrian was only considered a handsome man in the empire, and he relied on his voice and talent to coax women into bed. He was a singer and piano player, and he would come to his door automatically as soon as he showed his voice. But when the elves opened his mouth, the great poet wanted to sew his mouth with a needle. He had to use his strength to sing, and the elves spoke like singing!

Yes, he thought Christina's voice was very good, but compared with the residents of the Eternal Forest, Christina was like a human. He vowed to chase the girl in the painting. Dandrian even thought that if he could marry an elves, he would not have to find ancient music scores in the ruins, and he would also gain reputation in various countries. As long as his separated mother and sister were still alive, they would definitely contact him.

Every elves, both men and women, is so beautiful, and Dandrian is sure that in some pagan areas, such as the Levant, the elves will be more popular than the girls.

The poet also has his strengths. Dandrian has carefully tidied his face, leaving only the beard on his lips and chin. The more he looks in front of the mirror, the more he feels he is very manly. With his broad shoulders and strong arms, Dandrian is confident that he is not inferior to the cream boy of the Eternal Forest.

I checked the work again, and despite several flaws that were still unsatisfactory, he felt that it was enough. The elf's paintings were very abstract. People who were obviously pretty had painted paper, with irregular proportions and different sizes. Otherwise, how could Dandrian attract the girls with his realistic but slightly beautified style?

Women always love beauty, and everyone wants to keep their best. Grasping this mentality, Dandrian became familiar with a girl and painted this portrait for her.

The Eternal Forest is a peaceful place. On the road paved with pebbles, pedestrians walk leisurely and greet everyone passing by. This includes the poet, even the elves do not recognize him. The elves love sycamore trees and plant one at a distance on both sides of the road. So no matter what the weather is above, it is cool and comfortable for most of the time below. Looking at the green grass on the roadside, he really wants to lie there all day. In fact, many elves do this, laying blankets, or simply lying into the grass, and closing their eyes can fall asleep.

These young people... The poet thought again that the elves did not look like young people until they were 70 years old. He heard that Christina was over 100 years old, which means that most people in the grass, including the children who were looking at him curiously, were older than Dandrian.

Therefore, the elves can do nothing all day long and waste their time in the grass. He can't do it. Dandrian will celebrate his thirty birthday at the end of this year, but he is not married at the age of thirty. This is a joke in the social scene of the empire. Based on the artist's usual whimsical thoughts, after walking a tree-lined avenue, he had already figured out what the name of the child he gave birth to the elves.

Trees and fountains seem to be the unscathed hobbies of elves. At the end of the sycamore tree is a small fountain, with four layers from top to bottom. There are some water plants on the bottom layer, and you can see small fish creeping around inside. In terms of the clearness of the pond water, only the fish ponds in the imperial palace can be compared in the capital. However, for such a fountain, the elves have built one at each intersection.

He watched the water flow out from the uppermost spout, and when the uppermost pool was filled, he rushed down along the edge of the pool and poured into the largest and deepest one below. He couldn't help but squatted beside the fountain, wanting to study how the elves solve this problem when the bottom was filled.

The poet was so fascinated that he was shocked by his face that suddenly appeared behind him. Sometimes it was not a good thing that the pool water was too clear.

"What's wrong? Miss Carlot." The poet stood up unhappily. The artist didn't like to be disturbed, especially when he was in deep thought. He was originally thinking about the rhyme poem of seeing the Elf Miss in a while.

"Christina is not back." Emily accidentally approached too close. Her seductive big breasts made the poet retreat, either.

"Ah?" So he paused for a while before responding.

Emily has long been used to men's behavior. Emily has been even more forgiving Dandrian since she saw an elf man staring at her breasts unconsciously.

"Did you see Klaus?"

The poet shook his head and denied it, breaking Emily's last fantasy.

Mercenary Knights are serious and old-fashioned, and there is always a deep sadness that cannot be cured. Even a fairyland like the Eternal Forest cannot heal him. The Knight kept silent about his past and would rather sit and watch rumors fly everywhere, and run away alone without caring about his wife and daughter. The poet did not win the letter to the legend of the city, otherwise he would not have hired a knight as a bodyguard. But it was the same on the battlefield. When he came to the Eternal Forest, which had been passed down for a long time, Klaus would not laugh all day long, but it would affect his pursuit of women. Whenever the Knight was swaying beside him, no elf girl dared to lean over. He seemed to have the halo of dispelling the opposite sex. Wherever he went in the Eternal Forest, he would soon become an unmanned land.

When he heard that Klaus was going to sweep the witch's hometown with Christina, Dandrian pretended to be reluctant to leave on the surface, and in private he wanted two annoying ghosts not to come back for ten days and half a month.

If a man thinks this way, why is a woman the same?

The Shield of Terra was personally identified by Kellerpengli, and was indeed a relic of Terra. This result is worthy of Christina, and I also hope that it would greatly please Terra like the dragon bragging, and bring Christina back to the Paladin's team. After solving the problem of old friends, the rest was to find a few tricks to find a colleague. Even if it didn't work, she would be able to get a magic book of elves and bring it back to the empire and send it to the mage tower. Then the next mage would be her.

The imagination was beautiful, but the Elf Master looked puzzled and told her a fact that Emily could not accept.

Elf magic is based on the Truth Word technique and can drive the magic bloodline with just a few simple words. The true successor of Elf magic is the Eastern people. The magic learned by Western humans are all learned from ogres and has nothing to do with elves.

"It is also because of this that some of you drive the corpses and summon the demons." Kellerpeng's explanation made Emily feel like she was hit hard.

It turned out that human mages were so unclean in the eyes of the elves, almost like dirty things. The dream of becoming a disciple was shattered, and she finally remembered her good friend. Emily walked out of Kellerpeng's tower and returned to her residence. What Christina left for her was just an empty room.
Chapter completed!