Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 754 An Imposter

Sporting a rough beard and sideburns that seamlessly connected, he looked like someone for whom a shattered bowl laid out in front might suggest a life spent on the streets, begging for scraps.

Yet, instead of a broken bowl, what lay before him was an art booth adorned with paintings, an odd sight indeed.

This disheveled look wasn’t a sign of neglect; rather, it was his signature style, a declaration of unbridled freedom and creativity, making him the epitome of an artist’s spirit.

This very appearance made it all the more convincing to onlookers that he was none other than the renowned Emerentius.

Standing in line behind this untidy figure were men and women, showing their respect in silence.

One among them, a crew–cut man, stepped forward confidently and addressed the gathering, “Folks, let’s not be taken aback. Our Mr. Emerentius has always stood out with his unique charm.” He clarified, aiming to set the record straight regarding the artist’s unconventional appearance.

This prompted a wave of admiration from the crowd, affirming the idea that an artist’s worth transcends their outward look. They were celebrated for their intellectual pursuits and their ability to reach the pinnacle of thought.

“Truly remarkable,” the crowd murmured in agreement.

Hearing the crowd’s praises, the crew–cut man couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction. He then announced, “This time, Mr. Emerentius has ventured to Ylarora in search of inspiration. Overcome with a sudden burst of creativity, he’s decided to grace us by crafting two masterpieces right here, on the spot.”

met with

and respectfully. inquired of the scruffy artist, “Mr. Emerentius are

word, the unkempt man merely nodded

those standing

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Let’s prepare

“Yes!”

individuals cooperated to smoothly roll out a large, pale

ink brush to Emerentius, the crew–cut man invited, “Mr. Emerentius, if

“No need.”

instead taking a large swig of potent

his attention to the expansive blank canvas before him, his

a powerful shout, “Ha!” which seemed to electrify the atmosphere, energizing everyone present as if they too had

he began to fervently paint, his movements bringing to life. images of

a flurry of intense activity, he abruptly stopped and

energy dissipated as he coolly retreated to the center of his stall, adopting ant air of indifference, his eyelids heavy, utterly disregarding the

unkept man’s painting skills were in question; rather,