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Chapter 242 Help the Painters

Ganquan Palace is located outside the city of Wien. It was originally an orchard. Many years ago, the emperor at that time rested here during hunting in summer. He found the spring water here to be sweet, so he built a small palace here.

Although this palace is small in size, it is very luxurious and comfortable, and there are many rare birds and animals raised in the garden.

Frederick came here to rest after attending the state banquet, and some of his entourage and foreign ministry personnel who arrived earlier also came here to settle down.

Hot water had been prepared in the bathtub, and Frederick soaked in it, closed his eyes, felt the temperature of the hot water, and relaxed his body all of a sudden.

He didn't get off the boat until noon, and then he talked with Ferdinand for a long time, and he didn't relax for a moment during the state banquet, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.

As soon as the body and mind are relaxed, people will feel drowsy, and Frederick felt that drowsiness began to occupy his body.

Not long after, light footsteps sounded in the bathroom.

Soon there was the sound of water, and someone stepped out of the bath and sat directly in Frederick's arms.

Theresa felt that the soft seat had suddenly turned into a hard seat, and her face blushed instantly, but she still rested her head on Frederick's chest.

Frederick said softly, "I'm already engaged."

Theresa said quietly, "I know."

Frederick said again: "No matter what happens, I will not promise anything or do anything because of these things. I will put on my clothes and pretend that nothing happened."

"I know." Teresia said, "I heard you in the locker room just now."

The maid serving Frederick's bath was an admirer of Frederick. She just tried to use her position to commit misdeeds, and she is still awake on the massage bed after she succeeds.

"I don't ask you anything," Theresa said softly, "I can't give you anything, my destiny is not up to me, I just want to be in Wayne City, I don't let myself leave any regrets .”

Frederick was silent, not because of her words, but because he remembered what Ferdinand said, the prince and princess who grew up in the struggle did not have a fuel-efficient lamp, and he couldn't confirm whether this person was telling the truth or acting.

He said to Teresia: "Leave first and think about it carefully. If you insist, you can wait for me in my bedroom."

Thearesia hesitated for a moment, then left after giving a soft "hmm".

Overnight, the book will not repeat.

Early the next morning, carriages lined up in front of Ganquan Palace, and I don't know how many people came to send invitations to various banquets and salons to Frederick.

It's just that they were told that Duke Wesson left just after dawn, saying that he was going for a stroll in the city and didn't know when he would return.

The spring morning is still a bit cold, and the dew on the flowers and plants on the window sills of the buildings along the street has not disappeared. Early risers are walking in a hurry on the street, and only a small half of the shops are open.

Frederick was strolling on the streets of the outer city of Wien, and saw that many people had already hung their paintings on the side of the road, hoping that someone would buy them to fill their stomachs for today.

He inquired from the maids of Oasis Palace yesterday that there are many down-and-out painters in the city who are underappreciated, and the more down-and-out they are, the sooner they will leave their stalls.

The paintings hanging on the side of the road vary from large to small, including large landscape paintings, medium portraits of religious figures, and slap-like landscape postcards.

The authors wore decent coats and tucked their pudding-filled undershirts so that they did not leak out. They cheered up and stood beside their works. Many of them even put up signs reading and writing letters for them.

Frederick walked all the way and carefully looked at the paintings, and after half an hour he came to a conclusion that some people rushed to the street for no reason.

For example, the painting he is looking at is titled "The Sacrifice of St. Henry", a popular religious theme in recent years.

However, this author draws...

Frederick felt that Ferdinand had to send reinforcements to himself when attacking the city of Wien in the name of this man blaspheming his father.

It’s just that the Illuminati Church is quite enlightened on this point. Some people are just stupid, not bad, and one cannot be too harsh because of a person’s stupidity.

Frederick took out two gold coins and stuffed them into the author's hand, and said earnestly, "You can try to change the theme, the theme of animals is more suitable for you."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving only a back, and the birth of "The Beast (literally) Pie".

Frederick walked to another street and stopped beside a stall selling postcards.

These postcards are simple cartoon flowers and animals, which look very bright, and the paintings are not made of expensive pigments but cheap dyes.

What's more, the expression of the pattern is beyond this era for an unknown number of years.

"What is your WeChat ID?" Frederick asked the author of the postcard in Chinese.

The author is a thin girl, wearing a skirt with several patches, there is no surprise or joy in her eyes, the reaction is like an ordinary person who hears a foreigner talking to herself in a foreign language.

She asked Frederick cautiously: "Sir, do you speak the local dialect?"

Naturally, Frederick would. The language of the Osmarga Empire is almost the same as that of the Rhine Union, except for the accent.

He asked in local dialect: "How do you draw these postcards?"

These postcards are all pixel art, and the pattern is composed of grids, which is the first time in this era.

The girl said nervously, "I...can't hold a pen, so I can only print with wooden sticks."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hands. There were only thumb and little finger left on her left hand, and only the middle finger and index finger on her right hand. There was still a little burn mark on her hand.

Frederick said to her seriously: "Would you like to go to the city of Weissenburg? Your paintings are very suitable for cross-stitching, sweaters, etc. You can also try printmaking and sell your designs to factories. If you are willing to go, I can write you a letter of recommendation and subsidize your travel and travel expenses."

The girl opened her mouth in surprise, she had never thought of such a thing of gold bricks falling from the sky.

After hesitating for a while, she said, "This...I have to discuss it with my family."

Frederick nodded and said, "Well, if you want to go, you can come to Oasis Palace to find me. I am Frederick von Wessen, and they will let you in if you say my name."

This girl is a local, so she naturally knew where Ganquan Palace was, her eyes widened for a moment.

The colleagues next to her looked at the girl enviously, another lucky one who was supported by a big boss.

My brain is still flexible and I can't help thinking, should I follow the trend and change my career?
"Boom!"

There was a sound of falling not far away, and a young boy fainted.

No need to think about it, no one bought the work, and I was so hungry that I hit the street.

Frederick stopped a passerby, gave him a few coins, went to the other side of the street to buy a bowl of oatmeal and came back.

The author who hit the street sat on the ground and drank the porridge in a few gulps, then slowly stood up unsteadily.

He bowed to passers-by who came back from buying porridge and said, "Thank you."

A passer-by pointed to Frederick who was beside him and said with a smile, "You don't have to thank me, he paid for the money, I was just running errands, and now I have to return the bowl."

Frederick was studying the works of this street-striking author, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The paintings of this old man are mainly large buildings, and a few are landscape paintings. The paintings are very accurate, but the pictures are dark, like photos, and lack some imagination.

The problem is that ordinary people now like bright landscape paintings, but no one likes his dark paintings.

Paintings of large buildings are only needed by the nobles. For example, they hang portraits of their own castles in the mansions of the imperial capital, and hang portraits of the royal palace, the Noble House, and the Ministry of War in the castles. They will go to the city of Wien Art colleges looking for better painters.

So this dude's paintings can't be sold, so they can only hit the street.

Frederick turned to him and said, "If you can make the picture brighter, I can introduce you to a good job."

What he thought of was the renderings of the design institute. This guy's paintings are so accurate that he can just draw the renderings for Party A's father, which can be regarded as a contribution to the civil engineering industry.

(End of this chapter)