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Chapter 136 True Portrait

Pope: "Are there any more serious and realistic portraits?"

Everyone shook their heads...

The black-robed cardinals were embarrassed: "We need Ace to provide an exquisite portrait of Elizabeth X. It must be a very exquisite and realistic portrait, not the kind of artistic portrait just now."

Pope: "Send a carrier pigeon immediately and ask Ace to get a portrait. Tell him to paint it realistically, realistically, realistically, and try to make it look like a person."

Everyone was sweating and thinking to themselves: What a humble request made by His Holiness the Pope.

Having said that, although this request is humble, it is not easy to do.
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The carrier pigeon flew into the town of Gilneas and landed in the Dark Cathedral.

When it landed, its head was full of sweat, because when it just landed, it passed by a roof, on which there was a simple-looking manlcat squatting, staring at it stealthily.

The pigeon was sweating profusely on the spot!

The kind of sweat that almost soaks the feathers.

Fortunately, when the caracal was about to attack, the chief of the silver-gray tribe yelled, "Meow! Don't stare at the carrier pigeon. It has only a few pounds of meat. It's not tasty and it will ruin things."

The caracal then gave up on the carrier pigeon and turned its attention to the wheat field.

The carrier pigeon felt that it had been saved. It ran into the church, handed the letter to Ace, and then returned to its nest shivering.

Ace unfolded the letter and read: "His Holiness the Pope needs a portrait of Her Majesty the Queen. It has to be very realistic. Oh, this is going to be troublesome. I need to find someone who can draw."

Ace quickly called the nuns and believers who came to Gilneas with him, and gathered more than a dozen people together: "Is there anyone among you who can draw?"

"I can!" A believer raised his hand. "I'm very good at drawing stick figures. My parents say I'm a painting genius."

"Stick Man?" Ace: "What's that?"

Believer: "It's the style of painting that uses a stick to represent the body and a circle to represent the head."

Ace: "..."

This person obviously had to be ignored, but none of the other believers knew how to draw, so Ace had no choice but to go into the town and ask the werewolves one by one: "Does anyone here know how to draw?"

Werewolves: "No! We Gilneans didn't even have enough food to eat before, so how could we have time to study painting?"

Ace: "..."

Indeed! Ace also knew that culture and art were something that only people with enough food to eat would be interested in.

In the center of the kingdom, only the second generation of the great nobles and landlords' families were likely to produce artists, musicians and the like; it was difficult for poor families to produce artists.

Can this be fixed?

Do we have to go to Xihuang Town and ask humans for help?
He was just having a headache when he saw the portal open. Zhang Jingyi drove a pickup truck out of the door, and Elizabeth sat in the passenger seat of the pickup truck.

The couple jumped off the car affectionately and waved to the guards: "Come here to get the plate armor, one set for each person! The stab-proof clothing we gave you last time can be worn inside the plate armor as a lining, double-layer protection, and more secure."

The guards were delighted. They gave each of them a set of expensive armor worth 40 oxen, plus the sword "Dragon Slayer" that His Majesty the King had given them before, so they could be used for both offense and defense...

His Majesty the King is mighty and majestic!

Ace came over quickly and bowed to Zhang Jingyi and Elizabeth: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Elizabeth: "Father Ace, you seem to have something to say?"

Ace: "The thing is, after discussing with the people of the Dark Church, we came up with a great plan..."

He told Elizabeth about his plan to use a shape-shifting slime to impersonate the queen and go north to the Desert Kingdom. Elizabeth couldn't help but nod her head, "What a good trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. It's just that the Desert Kingdom has suffered. It has been inexplicably targeted by Ugumantai and the Church of Light."

Ace smiled: "It won't cause much trouble to the Desert Kingdom. Anyway, the entire Desert Kingdom is just endless yellow sand. Ugumantai and the Holy See of Light won't attack it at will."

Elizabeth nodded: "Yes."

Ace: "Now we have a problem. The shapeshifting slime has never seen you and cannot transform into your appearance. We must find someone who is good at painting, the kind of realistic painting style, to draw your appearance... This... If this thing is in Middle-earth, it is easy to do. It is not difficult to find a great painter, but it is too difficult on the western border."

Elizabeth thought about it carefully, and it was true!
This is not an easy matter.

The two were frowning and trying to think of a solution when they suddenly heard Zhang Jingyi next to them laugh: "I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be this."

Ace: "Huh? Your Majesty has a solution?"

"Of course!" Zhang Jingyi took out his cell phone and said, "Wife, smile."

Elizabeth smiled.

"Kacha!" Zhang Jingyi took a photo, then turned to the side and back, taking four photos in total, and said with a smile: "Okay, wait for me for a moment."

He turned around and went through the portal again.

Ace: "???"

Elizabeth was also stunned, but she had lived in modern times for quite a while and had seen the photos hanging on the wall in Zhang Jingyi's house. She suddenly understood: "I understand, my husband went to print the photos."

Estarchi: "Print photos? What do you mean?"

Elizabeth smiled: "You will understand soon."

It didn't take long before a figure flashed in the portal and Zhang Jingyi came over again. This time, he had four photo papers in his hand and stuffed them into Ace's hand: "Take a look at this."

Ace unfolded the photo and took a look. He immediately gasped, "This...this...why is this portrait so lifelike? It's...it's exactly like Her Majesty the Queen. There's not even the slightest difference. It's more real than a painting by a great painter."

Zhang Jingyi: "Hehe! What you need to worry about now is whether the carrier pigeon can carry such a heavy painting back."

"That's not a problem." Ace said, "Just cast a [Blessing of Strength] on the pigeon. This kind of magic that strengthens others is what our priests are best at."

Zhang Jingyi then remembered that the priest was good at giving various buffs.

Ace carefully circled the four photos and wrapped them with another layer of oil paper to make a long paper roll. He let the pigeon grab the paper roll with its claws, then stretched out his hand and gave the pigeon a [Blessing of Strength], and the black light wrapped the pigeon.

The pigeon immediately became extremely powerful and could easily fight an eagle alone.

It spread its wings and flew towards the north.

Ace watched the carrier pigeon fly away, then turned his attention back: "Your Majesty, what kind of painting method did you use just now? Why was it so fast! And how can it be so realistic? You must be a great artist!"

(End of this chapter)