Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

Chapter 164 Emerentius

First, Emrys took the painting from Chandler, studied it for a moment, and then said, “The painting by Mr. York is heavily inked, with strokes that are vigorous and powerful, giving off an intense sense of strengin. The bird depicted in the painting is holding its head high, its beak long and sharp. Looking at the ring of feathers around its neck and the bird standing against the wind… Mr. York truly has great ambitions!”

After Emrys finished his critique, both of them were taken aback.

However, before they could even speak, Emrys immediately picked up Roger’s painting and continued, saying, “As for Mr. Balford’s painting, although the craftsmanship is not bad, the brushwork is rather peculiar. It’s thick at first but becomes light toward the end. Moreover, the style in the beginning and the end is incredibly mismatched, even giving off an increasingly chaotic sense… Mr. Balford, you must have been distracted while painting, weren’t you?”

“Dr. Lund, you…” Roger looked at Emrys in disbelief, his face full of astonishment.

When he began painting, he actually wanted to emulate Chandler to create an uplifting and inspiring style. However, as he painted, he suddenly thought of his late wife.

Back when Roger’s wife was still alive, she would often accompany him, silently watching him paint.

Under the sway of those emotions, his style of painting was naturally influenced.

The increasing chaos that ensued was due to Roger thinking about his second wife, Hannah. The thought of her using a demonic item to harm him caused his emotions to fluctuate even more intensely.

difficult for laymen to perceive. Only those truly knowledgeable in the field and who

to discern Roger’s emotional changes through that painting, not to

indeed a master of

were

that you would have such a high level of appreciation for literature and art at such a young age, Dr. Lund?

up. He said, “Dr. Lund, since you are also an expert in

those words, Roger also revealed a look of

them oddly and asked, “Are

them

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won’t draw a bird. I’ll draw something else instead!” Emrys‘ eyes swiveled, a sudden playful glint appearing within

moved his calligraphy set to one side, saying, “I’m a rather shy person, so I’ll

right. We understand.” Chandler nodded

he and Roger quietly settled themselves on the living

Emrys arrived in the living room