Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 19 Old acquaintance

Even though she had washed it many times, Elsa still felt that her hair smelled fishy.

I tried soap, hair oil, lye, and even some weird folk remedies, and my hair became split after washing, but the smell of shrimp oil mixed with shrimp brains still lingered.

Hasn't anyone invented something specifically for washing hair?

In order to cover up the smell, she spent a huge sum of 79 silver coins to buy a bottle of expensive perfume and sprayed it on her hair.

It cannot be said that the money was spent in vain, it does have a fragrance, but it smells a bit stinky now, which is very weird.

In the reception room of the tutor's house, Elsa and Drogo were waiting for Ms. Frynn Ullman to return from get out of class.

Their plan was to kidnap Fulin to create the illusion effects for "Journey to the Holy Mountain".

Although the main scenes of the plot are in the car, there are also several big scenes, which are beyond Elsa's ability and she can only ask the legendary illusionist for help.

Yes, the mentor of the second-level illusionist Elsa is a legendary illusionist. This is not a misfortune for the master's school. After all, Elsa has inherited 0.3% of the true teachings.

The main reason is that illusionists are very rare and there is a serious shortage of teaching staff. More than half of the hundreds of illusionists in the world were taught by Fulin.

However, Elsa felt that this plan was not very realistic. Flynn was ridiculously rich. When she was studying with her, she had access to all kinds of precious magic materials. It was said that her family's collection was even greater than that of the Sutton royal family.

Drogo's usual method of using money to pave the way would definitely not work here, and even with his mentor's intelligence, he couldn't be fooled by tricks.

How can I convince her to film this magical film that no one has ever heard of?
Fulynn likes painting, and Drogo also prepared a painting for Elsa to give to her.

Elsa had seen that painting before, but couldn't understand it at all. It was just a bunch of crooked lines, like a child's doodle.

How could this impress Ms. Fulin?

If we can't impress her, no one will do illusions, the filming of Shadows won't be good, and Drogo won't make any money. Then who will give her a promotion and a raise...

Compared to the worried Elsa, Drogo seemed more nervous.

He first walked around the reception room, then banged his head against the pillar, and finally even chewed two leaves from the flowerpot in the corner.

"What are you doing? The waiter has been staring at you for a long time." Elsa asked quietly.

"Do you think I should wear a mask?"

"Huh?" Oh no, he's answering irrelevant questions. Is this dragon crazy?

"She probably wouldn't recognize me."

"Who?"

At this moment, the door of the reception room was pushed open, and a lady who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with fair skin, blonde hair, and a pretty face like an elf without pointed ears, walked in with imposing steps.

It was Miss Flynn Ullman who had returned.

Elsa quickly stood up and saluted.

"Oh, isn't this our dear little Elsa?" Contrary to her slightly aggressive appearance, Fulin was very kind and even remembered every student, including the unfortunate kid who had only reached level two after ten years of apprenticeship.

"Who is this?" Fulynn looked at Drogo who was hiding behind Elsa.

"Uh, my pet Asian dragon."

"Really?" Flynn seemed interested. She walked a few steps to Drogo and leaned over to stare at the dragon's head.

"teacher?"

"Shh-"

Flynn grabbed Drogo's front paws and lifted him up.

Even the shrunken Drogo still weighed over 120 pounds and was lifted up like a child. It turned out that mages were a very strong group.

Flynn looked it over carefully from top to bottom and suddenly said, "Drogo had a baby with a dragon without telling me?"

Is there something wrong?
Elsa had a look on her face as if she had just eaten something big.

"No!" Fulin noticed Drogo's lava-like eyeballs, "You're not, are you Drogo?"

Drogo remained silent and pretended to be mute.

Fulin continued to tease: "Could it be that the unprovoked natural disaster, the ancient red dragon, Drogo, made himself smaller in order to sneak into the city? Oh, it turns out that there really is a dragon that has lived for so long but cannot learn the art of transformation!"

Drogo couldn't hold it in any longer. "Roar! (I just can't keep my balance without a tail!)"

"Then you change into one."

"Hoo! (Provocation is useless!)"

"That means I won't. It doesn't matter. Small ones are cute too. I don't mind."

Elsa was surprised to find that even though Drogo was red all over, his face could get even redder.

"Hoo! (What do you care? A golden dragon that couldn't even eat eggshells properly when it was born.)" "That's not as good as you. If you become my student's pet, what are you going to call me?"

Elsa was shocked. What did she hear? Lady Fulin was a golden dragon!
"Roar! (Who is her pet? You are the shame of the dragon race who was cheated of thousands of gold coins by a fake painting dealer!)"

"Who picked up a piece of glass and insisted it was jade, and even argued that current technology cannot produce good glass."

"Roar! (Shame of the Dragon Clan!)"

"Each each other."

Elsa watched helplessly as the two dragons bickered with each other like children, exposing each other's shortcomings. Their logic was as strict as a pig's. She fought back, but the fight back was ineffective...

I was just trying to figure out how to ease the tension between the two dragons.

Fulin suddenly hugged Drogo and said in a gentle tone: "Long time no see. I thought you died at the hands of the gods."

"I won't die that easily."

Elsa's big eyes were filled with confusion. No, it was obviously me who came here first.

After a few minutes, calm returned to the reception room.

"So you came to me to ask me to use illusion to make a scene..."

"Demon Shadow."

"Okay, Shadow Magic, similar to recording spells?"

"The content that can be recorded is several times that of spells, and it can be played anywhere."

Fulin drummed her fingers on the back of the chair, thought for a moment and said, "It's an interesting idea, but for a gold dragon, everything has its price, right?"

This is where the Golden Dragon is reasonable. They take the things and really do the job. If it was Drogo before he changed his career, he would have to leave the things behind and pay money to redeem him.

Drogo motioned for Elsa to take out the painting.

Elsa was a little embarrassed. In her opinion, the painting was not presentable at all, so she handed it over sheepishly.

Fulin took the painting and thought it was some kind of child's play at first glance. There were only black lines and slightly lighter curves on the paper.

But there is a strange attraction. Those simple lines seem to have water flowing, and the water surface without black branches is divided into plants and reflections.

It's a very subtle feeling. It's precisely because of the simplicity of the picture that it seems to express more content of the painting. It's completely different from the current painting method where every detail is carefully polished, but it's unexpectedly smart.

"What is this painting called?"

"New willows and withered lotus leaves."

"Remaining lotus?"

Fulin stared at the drawing paper in a daze, then raised her hand to release an illusion, and the floor of the reception room turned into a lotus pond.

As her palms turned, time in the illusion passed rapidly. The blooming lotus flowers passed through autumn and winter, and the flowers and leaves withered, echoing with the sprouting willow branches in early spring.

Exactly the same as the lines on the drawing paper.

"Who painted this painting?"

“Wu Guanzhong.”

"Wu Guanzhong? What a strange name. Is he from another continent?"

"may be."

"What is this kind of painting called?"

“Freehand.”

"Freehand, freehand..." Fulin seemed to be thinking about something. As a collector of famous paintings, she had also studied art, but she had never seen anyone paint like this. Maybe she should give it a try.

"Okay, I'll help you take the magic pictures. If you can find more of Wu's paintings, we can always work together."

"Pleasant to work with."

This is certainly not Wu Guanzhong's original painting, but Drogo's imitation of him.

The difficulty of creativity lies in the process from zero to one, and it is always much easier for latecomers.

Drogo copied this painting for Flynn in order to accelerate the process of this world's art from realism to abstraction, which is very important for the art design that will be used in future games.

After all, Drogo cannot do everything by himself, and individual cultural advantages cannot bring about the ultimate cultural victory.

Perhaps the seeds of freehand painting planted today will grow into the power to move the gods in the future.

(End of this chapter)