They all call me an Outer God.

At the same time, in the palace of Misilal City, in front of a tall mirror, the blond man woke up from his astonishingly large bed. Then he got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror, and immediately a maid came to change his clothes.

They patiently put on layers of complicated clothing for the monarch. Each layer has a gold thread made of real gold as a base, and countless gems are embellished on it. However, these are just a foil for men. Men The aura it exudes is even more dazzling than those gems.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Hardaker is on his way here. Do you want to wear a fox-fur commander's cloak or..."

"No need, just the one from last time will be fine."

The monarch watched the maids on both sides bow their heads and retreat. Not long after, the door of his bedroom was opened from the outside. A young man, well-dressed, came in with a suitcase and opened it in front of the monarch. .

"My extremely handsome Majesty, I can't help but tremble every time I see your face. I really don't understand how someone could ruin your appearance to nothing. In the eyes of those disgusting Yi people, there is nothing at all. Art exists.”

The man said and shook his head in distress: "Why are you so persistent with Hadek? There are many artists with excellent taste in the world. If you are really willing, I can also create for you."

"How about you compare yourself with Hardek today and see why I chose him instead of you?"

"Sounds good, Your Majesty. I'll definitely compare that Yithian to nothing."

The man opened the suitcase with a smile, took out a dark yellow robe, and put it on the monarch with praise. He also took out a soft mask from the bottom of the suitcase and put it on the monarch's face.

Suddenly, the originally handsome monarch's aura suddenly changed. His body seemed to be filled with dark and strange arcs, distorting the surrounding air. Countless tentacles seemed to stretch out from under his clothes. However, the next second, these illusions disappeared. All disappeared.

"Do you need this?"

Still smiling, the man took out an object wrapped in cloth from the suitcase, and the monarch took the object without saying a word and put it in his arms.

"I'm looking forward to your competition today."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. To me, Hadek is not worth mentioning. I am the greatest artist in Aldebaran."

As he spoke, the man picked up the wine bottle on the monarch's table, poured himself a glass of golden mead, and poured it into his stomach without hesitation.

……

When Riya arrived at the square not far from the palace, the place was already crowded with people. Many people's bodies were deformed. They were all normal people possessed by the consciousness of the Yisi people, and Riya was trying to escape from it. Among these people were found Shamir and Qisha.

In the north of the square is the jury seat, where a long table covered with red cloth is placed, enough for dozens of people to sit on one side of it, while in the west is the VIP seat, where people of high status will appear and sit down, and they will Here is my second review of the work.

Ria discovered that there was not only an easel here, but next to his easel, there was another easel that looked more expensive.

When Hadek's consciousness saw this scene, he suddenly panicked.

【It’s over, it’s over! The yellow seal mark on the easel...is Yomos]

"Can you introduce me?"

[He is the artist who follows the king, the most favored person around the king. I even think he is the king’s male favorite... Otherwise, why would he be so close to that monster every day! ] Riya: "Actually, to put it bluntly, there are no normal people here at all. They are all monsters in your mouth. Do you want to see my mythical creature form?"

[I don’t want to, please spare me, and you must be careful about that guy, that guy is not a good person, my God, how can you compare art with Yomosus, otherwise, you kill him, so we There is no need to compete, everyone can die happily]

Riya felt that Hadek's emotions were beginning to become chaotic. He really wanted to meet the artist named Yomos. He had always respected artists. Of course, those artists themselves did not feel Riya's respect at all.

He came to his canvas, looked at the painting tools below, and waited patiently for the model himself to arrive.

Not long after, Riya saw countless creatures that looked like seahorses floating in the air in two long lines. These seahorses used their tentacle-like fins to hold up horns and blow them. For a moment, the weird sound waves made everyone present. All residents are extremely excited.

They clapped wildly with their eyes red, and some even clapped their hands until they were red and their bones were broken.

And Ria only felt that her vision was dim for a while, and the flags around the square were blown by the unknown wind. I don't know when, a man in yellow robe stood there, and beside him was a man. A handsome man.

The man did not look at Riya, but directly bowed to the people around him. Everyone present immediately made a respectful bow to the monarch, and Riya took off his hat to greet him.

This scene made Hardeck anxious.

【Why don't you worship...】

[That person is not qualified to worship the Godhead. The Godhead is higher than you think. We are all counting on Him. You’d better be quiet]

He was anxious, but the other consciousness in Riya's mind was not anxious at all.

These consciousnesses are only a very small part of the total consciousness, and more of them are in Shivall's brain. Fortunately, Shivall can't understand what they are saying and doesn't want to listen, otherwise he would be annoyed by these people and become a scale-exploding dragon.

"Your Majesty—" Ria's ceremonial movements were perfect, and there was nothing inappropriate in the eyes of the monarch. His voice was full of laughter.

"Sir Hadek, I'm glad that you can figure it out on your own and are willing to paint a portrait for me. In order to enhance the pleasure of your creation, I will bring Bai Yaqi with you this time."

The monarch's words have a retro style. This is the first time for Ria to hear someone use this style of writing to communicate with him. This kind of language is simple and full of charm. Fortunately, he can communicate with anyone without language barriers, so he will not be confused. He stood there dumbfounded.

As for Bayaki, he refers to Yomos next to him. This is a quite ancient race.

"You'd better think about your status, commoner."

Yomos looked at Ria with disdain, then walked behind his easel and picked up the painting tools. The king at the front also assumed a posture that he thought was appropriate, and asked the two people in front of him to put themselves aside within the specified time. The portrait creation is completed.

Riya believed that in the monarch's imagination, he must be flawless, flawless and handsome. As long as he was drawn according to this standard and added more beautification, there would be nothing wrong.

(End of this chapter)