Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

Chapter 177 Emrys Is Emerentius

That was how masters came to be skilled

Emerentius had been renowned for many years, and each of his paintings was imbued with profound meaning, far beyond the imitation capabilities of an ordinary person.

People within the calligraphy and painting circles speculated that Emerentius must be an individual past his fifties, with graying hair, and someone who had experienced the highs and lows of life. Only then could he possess such a carefree and detached outlook on the world, enabling him to create artwork with such a unique ambiance.

Jacinda had also thought the same in the past.

However, when she saw the autographed art photo in her hand, she couldn’t help but reveal a shocked expression.

The photograph did not reveal Emerentius‘ face. It was merely a shot of his back. However, through that silhouette, it was evident that Emerentius was not the white–haired old man they had imagined, but rather a young man.

A very young man, in fact.

If it weren’t for the assurance given by Chandler, they would have even doubted that the young man in the photo was Emerentius at all.

guarantee from the governor, another characteristic quickly

was in an artistic font completely consistent with the style of his works. It

considered as Emerentius‘ works. The artistic calligraphy alone was

man spread far and wide. Everyone in the auction house was stunned, followed by exclamations of awe, “Emerentius is truly

Emerentius merely as a celebrity, found themselves unexpectedly yearning to obsess over him upon catching sight of his

a quarter of it visible, with sharp, distinct features. It

was a handsome

akin to a/veiled lute player, was

young women instantly wore expressions akin to those of smitten fans. They wished they could rush forward and snatch those ten artistic autographed pictures

that photograph, her brows furrowed in deep

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to her, especially the clothing worn by Emerentius. It was as if she had

Lydia abruptly turned her head to look

corner of the venue, it was that fleeting sensation that caused Lydia’s delicate b*dy to tremble violently. It’s him! That night, when I first visited Emrys at Verdant Estate, he was wearing the very same outfit that was in the photograph! Emrys…