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.

the guarantee from the governor, another characteristic quickly dispelled

photo, signed “Emerentius,” was in an artistic font completely consistent with the style of his works. It was simply

other words, those ten autographed art photos could also be considered

that Emerentius was a young man spread far and wide. Everyone in the auction house was stunned, followed

Emerentius merely as a celebrity, found themselves unexpectedly yearning to obsess over him

of it visible, with sharp, distinct features. It

a handsome

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

forward and snatch those ten artistic autographed pictures to gaze at them while huddled in

brows furrowed in

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especially the clothing worn by Emerentius. It was as if she had seen

Lydia abruptly turned her

As he was about to disappear around the 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