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32. Abstraction, Realism, and Right Hook (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

Primary Identification (R1, consumes 5 mana, proficiency 2/100)

Needless to say, this is a fun skill.

Just select a target, recite a spell silently, and then you can get the basic information of the opponent.

For example, now, after a tiring day, Blanny was resting on the balcony railing. I made her a cup of black tea, and then when she thanked me and took the cup, I secretly used the identification spell on her.

Then, I immediately got her character information.

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Characters: Blanchett Erhard

Race: human

Role/Occupation: Fighter/Poster Girl

Character/Professional Level: 20/40

Combat skills: straight punch (lv5), left hook (lv5), right hook (lv5)

Comprehensive combat power evaluation: Silver level

[Straight Punch]: A fighter's straight punch. Being hit by it will be very painful and very dangerous.

[Left Hook]: A fighter's left hook is very painful and dangerous.

[Right Hook]: Berlane's right hook, a variation of the normal right hook, has a high chance of causing disability, so be careful.

(If you refer to the character information provided by the guild system, you will find the following additional entry.)

Personality traits: Cold-faced, sharp-tongued, superior, talented

[Cold-Faced and Venomous Tongue]: Berlane is a cold-faced, warm-hearted and venomous-tongued woman. She uses her imagination all the time and speaks directly and concisely, often hitting the weaknesses of others.

[Superior]: She is born with the temperament of a superior. If you give her gorgeous clothes, she will be a noble. If you give her a famous sword and precious armor, she will be a marshal. If you give her a maid uniform, she will climb into the master's big bed sooner or later (wrong)! Professional experience value growth is accelerated by 50%.

[Talented Woman]: She is gifted in the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has a learning efficiency that is three times higher than that of normal people.

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"Xiaolan?"

I seemed a little dazed as I lowered my head to browse the system information, and Berlani called me suspiciously.

I looked up at her, remembered something, and couldn't help but smile happily.

"What's so funny?" she asked calmly.

"Laughing at you." I replied happily.

She didn't say anything, just looked at me in confusion.

After pondering for a moment, I came up with an idea: "Senior, can you take me to see your work?"

"Okay, but what's so funny?"

After drinking the last sip of black tea, she began to lead the way for me, still looking at me with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Nothing, I just think that the taciturn senior is particularly cute today──"

"Sweet mouth and smooth tongue."

Berlane spat, but quickened her pace, obviously saying one thing and thinking another.

After a while, she took me to her room. This was my first time in her boudoir. As expected, her room was as simple and tidy as her dressing room. However, when I looked around, I didn't see any oil paintings or calligraphy.

Berlane did not exhibit her work.

"Please take a seat and wait a moment."

She asked me to sit on the bed first, put the tea cup away, and then opened a long cabinet. There were many scrolls of painting papers in the cabinet. Blanny stood in front of the cabinet and hesitated for a while. In the end, she only took out two of them.

"Please look."

After handing me the scroll, she sat next to me, staring at me intently.

She seemed to care deeply about my opinion.

So, out of curiosity, I opened one of the scrolls.

It was a piece of calligraphy, inscribed with the scriptures of the goddess of life and death. The strokes of Berlane's quill pen were heavy and simple, and each character had a harmonious, even and unified formal beauty. Well, when it comes to calligraphy, I'm just an outsider, and apart from this little superficial impression, I can't give any opinions on the deeper details.

"it's beautiful!"

That’s all I feel.

But just this short thought was enough to make Blanny happy.

It is usually difficult for us to discern Blanny's mood from her calm expression, but when she is happy enough, her earlobes will turn slightly red. However, rather than saying that this is her expression, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a physiological reaction?

She asked, "Besides being beautiful?"

“Very nice!”

"..."

My lack of praise caused her to fall into a long silence.

So, I smiled awkwardly and unfolded another scroll.

Following the quill calligraphy is an oil painting.

"Is this the sunset seen outside the stone house?" I asked with a strange look on my face.

Berlane nodded.

Unlike the calligraphy just now, this sunset painting is really difficult to evaluate. Referring to the information just provided by Berlane, I can roughly guess that this oil painting was taken from the window of this room.

If it was sunset, the window should be a red bell tower and a colorful sea of ​​clouds, and what Berlane painted was indeed such a scene. However, although it was supposed to be a landscape painting, Berlane's brushstrokes were full of abstract ideas. She painted the bell tower like a big tree and the colorful clouds like vomit. This...

“It’s really hard to comment.”

Under the calm gaze of senior Blanny, if I mistakenly described a realistic work as abstract, I would be courting death. And if I described a work that Blanny herself considered to be poor as as beautiful as a phoenix, I would be committing an even greater crime!

In fact, I have always hated doing reading comprehension since I was a child, because we can only guess the author's intentions instead of understanding them. So, I decided to be honest and give a bitter smile of admitting defeat.

"To be honest, Senior Berlane, I really don't understand your work at all."

Hearing this, Berlani turned her head and looked at her own oil painting with a slightly confused look in her eyes.

"Is there anything wrong with it?" she murmured.

I took a deep breath and risked my life to speak out: "First of all, I want to confirm one thing. Senior, is this landscape painting of yours a realist work? Eh? Don't you understand what realism is? Well, it means striving to restore the real scenery in the painting."

"I do want to draw them clearly," she replied.

A sad fact.

Considering what Berlani could bear, I decided to directly state my evaluation: "As a work of realism, this landscape painting is 100% unqualified. First of all, you didn't figure out the perspective of this landscape. Secondly, your use of color and technique failed to express the texture of the clouds. And then there's this bell tower..."

"and many more."

Just when I was about to awaken my talent for sharp tongue, my sharp tongue senior called for a timeout even faster.

She asked tepidly, "What is perspective?"

What is perspective? That's a good question.

Although I knew the existence of perspective points subconsciously, it would take some time for me to give an accurate definition of it. After thinking about it, Kaiberanni asked for a piece of white paper and tried to draw a road with two straight lines.

Since I'm not very good at using a quill pen, I only drew two curved lines.

"first……"

Brannie looked at me expectantly, like a good kid who was listening attentively in class.

"I need a pen that can write!"

"Eh?"

"Senior Berlani, is our stone house burning charcoal?"

"When we couldn't afford fire crystals a while ago, I think we still had some left in our kitchen."

"That's really great!"

When I heard that there was charcoal in the store, I immediately didn't care that it was already late at night, and excitedly dragged Blanny to the warehouse to find some charcoal. I used a knife to sharpen them and make them longer, wanting to use them like pencils to write and draw on white paper.

I'll try to draw a regular solid first.

Although the color distribution is very uneven, at least the correct lines can be drawn.

Holding the familiar writing tool in my hand, my self-confidence immediately returned. I hummed twice with self-satisfaction and wrote the word StoneHouse on the paper in a flamboyant manner. Since I had some practice in hard pen calligraphy, the effect was pretty good.

And I was not disappointed by Senior Blanny’s reaction. She snatched the charcoal from my hand with a twinkling look in her eyes.

"Xiao Lan, can you lend me this for a while?"

"No, Senior, you have already taken it away..."

"So you won't lend it to me?"

I looked at her clenched fist right hand and nodded decisively.

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1. A Good Night's Dream (Blanny)

(Blanny Erhard)

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Compared to a quill pen, the brushstrokes transmitted from charcoal on paper are obviously more solid and stronger. Because the tip of the pen is not as elastic as a goose feather, the effect of expressing thickness, lightness and heaviness is therefore less obvious, which prevents me from using many of my usual brushstrokes smoothly.

I tried to write another StoneHouse on the drawing paper.

The result was horrific.

But, very interesting.

Looking at the various distorted symbols and letters, I was overjoyed at my failure.

Unlike my clumsy handwriting, the words written by Xiaolan Shu are uncharacteristically regular in beauty.

"How do you hold the pen?"

I looked at her curiously.

She was feeling proud of her handwriting.

"You mean the method of holding a pen? That's very simple. Senior, you will definitely learn it in no time."

Xiao Lan generously told me all the methods of holding the pen. Just as she said just now, I learned it very quickly, but my body is still not used to this way of holding the pen. I am afraid that I will not be able to write anything good with it for a while.

However, having said that, this charcoal pencil is probably the writing tool that Xiaolan really uses, right?

I really don't know what kind of experiences she had in the past...

Thoughtfully, I wrote Ulu_Lennon on the paper and added a beautiful word at the end.

Family.

I looked up at her, my heart pounding.

She was stunned at first, but finally responded with a gentle smile.

I'm not sure what this smile means, but I prefer to believe that we have a tacit understanding.

After a while, my attention was focused on the charcoal again.