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.

to the guarantee from the governor, another characteristic quickly dispelled everyone’s doubts about

signature on the photo, signed “Emerentius,” was in an artistic font completely consistent with the style of his

also be considered as Emerentius‘ works. The artistic calligraphy alone

wide. Everyone in the auction house was stunned, followed by

initially idolized Emerentius merely as a celebrity, found themselves

face, only a quarter of it visible, with sharp,

was a

of mystery, akin to a/veiled lute player, was

wore expressions akin to those of smitten fans. They wished they could rush forward and snatch those ten

that photograph, her brows furrowed in deep thought. The figure

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her, especially the clothing worn by Emerentius. It was

turned her head to look at

of the venue, it was that fleeting sensation that caused Lydia’s delicate b*dy to tremble violently. It’s him! That night, when