Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 756 Who Dares Call Me A Fraud

This time, the unkempt man didn’t push the brush away. Instead, he accepted it with a

nod.

Just like before, the crowd hushed, their anticipation palpable in the air.

But unlike his previous display of wild fervor, he now embodied the epitome of concentration, his every stroke deliberate, every line filled with purpose.

As time ticked by, the initially raucous and skeptical crowd began to fall silent, their disdain giving way to rapt attention.

They were all staring, eyes wide, mouths agape at the unfolding masterpiece before them.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the canvas was already half–filled. Even to the untrained eye, it was clear the man was painting an “Eagle on a Tree.”

What was more, he had somehow captured that distinctive artistic conception synonymous with Emerentius‘ work.

This was no small feat, considering the complexity and uniqueness of Emerentius‘ style.

An eerie silence had enveloped the crowd.

The man continued his work, unbothered by the awe he had inspired.

Another half hour slipped by, and finally, the man ceased his brushwork.

solely on the central part of the drawing paper leaving the periphery. untouched.

rendered a complete

Tree.”

he challenged, his voice cutting through the stunned silence like a

the shock of the revelation, was snapped back to

Is indeed Mr. Emerentius!

JMB BN M

756 Who Dares Call Me

D

* 11:40

D

clap, clap, clap,

led by the crew–cut man, applause broke out, a

the unkempt man

we are. You can’t deny the evidence in front of

it for a second. Mr. Emerentius‘ artistic essence is unmistakable. Such

you lot were nothing more than jesters, completely oblivious to the true essence of art. The first painting was a clear reflection of the master’s stream of consciousness. You were all blind not

selling the clothes you’re wearing? Their natural look has really

began to openly express their newfound respect and admiration for Emerentius.

reverence, none wanting to be branded the “ignorant fool” Emerentius

watching this unfold, couldn’t help but feel a touch

was a newfound respect for the

an insurmountable challenge, yet here it was, being done before his very eyes.