Durin's Diary

Chapter 444 Painting

The art center was willing to pay the original price and agreed to his request. When Du Lin heard about their request to commission an artwork, he thought about it and agreed.

The New Year holiday of the grassland elves will not end until fifteen days later, and the girls are willing to accompany Du Lin to spend this happy time.

So why spend ten days just to paint a picture for Professor Czerny?

"Is it really possible?" The two old men were overjoyed when they heard Du Lin say this.

"But do you have any requirements on the size and style of the painting?" Du Lin asked.

Since it was a commissioned work, Du Lin, as the second party, of course had to ask the first party what the requirements were - after all, the art center, the first party, really paid and never delayed the final payment.

It’s not easy to find such a good client.

"We are going to hang your painting on the wall at the main entrance of the Art Central Gallery. The wall is four and a half meters high and seven meters wide."

Come, Herr Dühring, let us give them a little shock of modern painting.

AI 11 already has a solution.

Du Lin nodded. "Okay, let's do this. I'll produce the line drawing for a painting three meters high and six meters wide within three days."

"Ah?" The old elf and old Uccello had innocent eyes as if they had been hit by a club.

Czerny didn't know how to paint, but he had a painter friend. That night, he went to his old friend and asked, "Wilson, old friend, I have a question for you."

"When did you become so distant with me, Czerny? Just ask if you have anything to ask." The red dragon, who was delighted by the arrival of his old friend, asked with a smile.

"A painting three meters high and six meters wide, with the line drawing completed within three days, do you think that's normal?"

"A painting three meters high and six meters wide, with line drawings ready in three days... Czerny, you're kidding me, right?" His friend was shocked. "Who's bragging like that? I'm going to slap him in the face!"

"Uh, it's Du Lin, my last disciple, you know." Czerny said quickly, "I know Du Lin is talented, but I'm not a painter, so I don't know if three days is fast or slow."

"If it's a small piece of canvas, three days is not impossible to finish, but it's three meters high and six meters wide. Brother, if you hadn't said that this was what Du Lin said, I would ask you to take me to slap him in the face right now." The old friend put his hands on his hips, looking helpless.

"Uh, why don't you want to do that now? Is it because you can't win or..." Czerny asked curiously, still very seriously.

"Of course, part of it is because I can't defeat him. What level am I? What level is Lord Du Lin? If I fight him, wouldn't that be courting death?" At this point, the middle-aged red dragon became curious again. "But more importantly, I think Lord Du Lin wouldn't brag. He must have a way to draw it. How about this? The day after tomorrow is the third day. I'll visit you. Can you introduce me to someone so I can see the line drawing?"

That's no problem. It's the request of an old friend, and he's a dragon. Czerny doesn't think this old guy will do anything bad to Durin. Now the whole Western Continent knows that shadow dragons can obey Durin unconditionally. As a candle dragon, Durin may be assassinated by assassins of other races, but he will never be approached by any dragon he doesn't trust.

Because Zhulong suppresses all dragon species.

Although to outsiders, Dühring was just Czerny's last disciple.

But in Czerny's own opinion, the child Dulin was his last hope.

This child will definitely give birth to a child to inherit the family. The Czerny family, which sacrificed everything for the revolution, will definitely flourish again.

He was convinced of it.

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Early in the morning of the third day, while Dulin was still retouching the sketch in front of him, Czerny's old friend came.

Wilson Fireshell was a red dragon, and he brought a large box of pastries—he had heard that Durin and his daughter were there, so he was very thoughtful.

Du Lin smiled and invited him into the hall, then noticed that he was staring at the painting in the living room with wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

Dulin used three easels for this painting.

It is painted with half-length portraits of the kings of Clegane.

From the first king on the far left of the picture to King Hak on the far right.

There were twenty-one kings in total.

The king on the far left is a side profile facing left. As moving to the right, the kings continue to adjust their postures until the eleventh king is a frontal portrait, and then the remaining ten kings are arranged to face gradually to the right.

"My mentor has a friend coming today, so he wants to go buy some wine himself. I asked the butler to accompany him."

The answer from Dühring made the mentor's old friend look embarrassed: "How could I bother Czerny, really?"

"My mentor said you are one of his best friends. Oh, and I heard you are also a master in the painting world. What do you think of my paintings?"

"It's still a line drawing. I can't really comment on its quality, but I understand your concept behind the painting. Civilization emerged from the wilderness, and life faced endless darkness. However, as civilization develops and prospers, life will face an increasingly brighter tomorrow. Therefore, the overall painting will gradually transition from darkness on the far left to brightness on the far right. At the same time, the king's expression will also change from solemnity and suffering to a relaxed and smiling one." Having said this, the red dragon looked at Durin: "Do you think I'm right?"

"You are worthy of being a master. You saw through my little thoughts at once." Du Lin smiled brightly.

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But Wilson Fireshell couldn't laugh at all - Lord Durin had such an insight into the picture when he was only seventeen years old.

What garbage I drew when I was seventeen.

Let’s look at Durin’s sketch line score. There is a rope above the canvas, and corresponding to each king, there is a picture card belonging to that king hanging on it.

Judging from the pictures, each king seems to be a person walking out of the pictures.

Some of them were wearing armor, some were wearing gorgeous clothes, and their every frown and smile seemed vivid.

If the painting is completely finished, for Lord Durin, this should only be the starting point of his career as a master of painting, but it is also the end point for most painters... No, most of them cannot even achieve this.

Can't even see it.

Then he turned around and looked at the two elderly people from the art center who walked in.

Looking at them stunned by what was on the canvas before them, Wilson suddenly felt that this must be the well-deserved treasure of the Sidney Union Art Center.

It was genuine - it was unimaginable that I actually saw the first cry of a divine hand in this world. His first painting must have been a commissioned work from the art center.

The art center often spends money to acquire some legendary works and paintings, which is a small means used by the Sidney royal family to win people's hearts.

They would never have thought that their little tricks would one day result in a masterpiece that would be passed down through the ages.

Thinking of this, Wilson couldn't help but feel emotional.

(End of this chapter)