The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 469

[Chapter 6 Passed Hope]

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Nigel took a deep breath, with a very complicated expression: “I’m not the ‘genius young painter’ they advocated. I’m a despicable person who lives by selling his dreams and passions… Extremely hypocritical. Humans.

“I made up my mind from then on that I would never rely on papercraft to sell and dispose of my scraps.

Just as I made up my mind that I would no longer rely on the financial support of my parents to live.

This made my otherwise wealthy life immediately difficult.

When I was actually earning my living expenses by myself, I finally realized… If I only rely on my own abilities, I will never grow to this level.

“Even if my family is willing to provide me with money for food and lodging, and even if I settle down, I can practice as hard as I do when I live outside… But just buying canvases and paints is the money necessary for practice. , which was already a huge sum.

“When I really couldn’t draw anymore, I was forced to start selling scraps.

At that time, people said that my talents had been exhausted, and some masters publicly criticized my attitude towards painting, which was too perfunctory.

“Countless people are cursing me, and people who have bought my paintings have also written to express their disappointment. However, only I know that these scraps are my true level; Even the masterpieces that can be touched by myself are directly regarded as perfunctory works by them.

“But every one of my paintings is painted with all my strength… I really didn’t… I didn’t perfunctory…”

He After that, he sighed deeply: “It’s just that I’m too incompetent… that’s all.

”

It’s not a story worth hearing. It’s full of

tears and dust.

Just remembering it makes him tired.

“And then?

After a brief silence, Annan asked softly, ”

How did you break free from it and become a well-known painter?”

”

“It’s a long story,” Nigel said slowly. “When I was at my worst, I found an old book. It recorded the ritual of summoning the skeleton…”

Hearing this, Annan Lin Yiyi and Lin Yiyi raised their heads and looked at each other.

They were clearly aware of something.

Jiu’er immediately interjected at this moment: “Then what? Did you use the above ritual?”

“No,

Because my mother warned me that the above ritual is fake.

”

Nigel shook his head: “When I was scolded by everyone, I finally returned home in a state of embarrassment.

But beyond my expectations…my parents didn’t laugh at me, nor did they force me to become a wizard.

“I also hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up this opportunity, chose to trust my mother, and admitted my lack of talent. So I found a job doing accounting and went out to work.

“I don’t want to It’s a matter of course that I squeeze the hard work of Zhi Ji – she is my god and my idol.

But I also don’t want to rely on my parents to live… Because I ran away from home back then, I didn’t have that face, and after fleeing home in embarrassment, I could continue to paint at home as if I was nothing.

He took a deep breath and said seriously: ”

I finally… chose Yaon.”

”

“Jaon?”

”

“Yes.

Since my mother said that there may be deceptions in these false god ceremonies, I was like a god asking for help.

In the past two years, I wrote the most problematic paintings, the paintings I was most satisfied with, along with my painting habits and many doubts, into letters, and sacrificed them to Yaweng through rituals.

“I didn’t plan to get a response at first… But in the end, I didn’t expect that Yaweng actually wrote a reply to me.” The

middle-aged painter sighed: “I doubt that I am really pitied by the gods.

“While that letter was full of contemptuous abuse and criticism, every single part of it was a precise comment.

He circled every questionable part of my painting with scathing comments.

But truth be told, every comment he made was to the point.

Also attached is the painting that I was most dissatisfied with, repainted by Ya Weng himself… Honestly, it is the most beautiful painting I have ever seen in my life.

“I read this letter once, and I cry once. Every time I read it, I doubt whether I have the talent for painting and whether I want to go down this road… But when I gritted my teeth and followed Yaon’s criticism, I practiced. , but has really made great progress.

“I just endured the humiliation, read Yaon’s revisions and practiced repeatedly. I even recited every sentence of the letter in the end. It took me eight years to fully digest Yaon’s criticism… And At that time, I was thirty years old and took over my father’s job.

“I was still painting in my spare time, but no one knew… The Treasurer of the Viscount was the ‘Nigel’ who was famous ten years ago.

People have even forgotten my existence – there are people who suspect that I have committed suicide, so the last few bad paintings I sold, but instead, as ‘paintings that made genius painters commit suicide’, have ridiculously appreciated.

The appreciation has reached the point where it is several times more expensive than my proud work.

“I tried my best and spent a year painting a painting that I am most satisfied with. I dedicated it to Javon again, but he soon painted me with better clothes, with new criticism. But My belief can no longer be destroyed by him – I just want to be a famous painter. To be famous again when everyone forgets me, to become rich by painting, and I will buy the paper girl of the past for my dream Shan, everything is settled…

“So under the advice of Yaweng, I practiced asceticism for another four years.

I sought approval from Yaon again, and was scolded back.

This was repeated twice, in the year when I was forty-two… Yaon finally wrote back to me.

“—He said, ‘It looks a little like it, let’s see if I can sell the painting’.

“I burst into tears.

”

Nigel Elliott said in a hoarse voice with deep emotion: “So I made my debut after 20 years of absence from the art world.

“My goal this time is very simple. I want to become the painter with the most money first, and return Zhi Ji’s financial support to me with interest. Then I want to imitate Zhi Ji to travel around the world and record with my paintings. Everything I’ve seen… I’m finally going to give up all my wealth and go to Denisoya to serve the arts for life.

“Now, I’ve accomplished my first goal.

After meeting Zhi Ji, I gave Zhi Ji the house in my royal capital, all deposits and cash, as a gesture of gratitude… After all, I am no longer short of money.

Because I can at least make a living by painting a single painting.

“Next, I’m going to travel around the world. The first stop is the Cold Wind Fortress in the province of San Felix. I want to see what the cold wind is rumored to be able to cut directly to the flesh; I want to see , Is it really pouring water into ice in the Cold Wind Fortress.

“I also want to see what the frost beast is like, and I want to see if the world I see will be different after I have been drained of all positive emotions.

Annan felt that Nigel ‘s

eyes were shining with light.

It was a brilliance similar to the light in his own eyes.

Now he can be called a real painter.

“…Rin The Winter Principality is very dangerous.

Annan warned in a low voice.

Nigel

smiled. “I’m not going to die.”

My life is still precious.

When I am about to die of old age, I will sponsor a few poor students who love painting and pass on what I have learned in my life to them—

“—the kindness and hope that Zhiji gave me in the past. Pass on your dreams and dreams.”

The eyes he looked at Annan… There was no trace of love between men and women in the eyes that looked through Annan and saw Zhi Ji.

But glowing longing.

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