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.”

was met with

respectfully. inquired of the

the unkempt man merely

instructed those standing behind him, “Mr.

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Let’s prepare the drawing paper.”

“Yes!”

cooperated to smoothly roll out a large, pale scroll, carefully ensuring its surface was flat and ready.

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

“No need.”

swig of potent liquor before energetically plunging his hand into

to the expansive blank canvas before him, his

the atmosphere, energizing everyone present as if they too

his movements bringing to

flurry of intense activity, he abruptly

center of his stall, adopting ant air of indifference, his eyelids heavy, utterly disregarding the crowd

utterly dumbfounded. It wasn’t that the unkept man’s painting skills were in question; rather, they were completely baffled by what