Chapter 555 Painter's Stains

The weather is getting warmer. As the first batch of seeds in nearly a hundred years are planted and grow, the Delusion Land also ushered in a rare busy farming scene.

The druids in the city-state alliance were invited at a high price to escort the growth of crops. With the help of these people who work with nature, farmers at least don’t have to worry about this year’s harvest due to abnormal weather, and can even look forward to the harvest season in a few months.

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However, even if this batch of crops really dies as expected, the territory will not face famine directly - the newly purchased herds have arrived, and these livestock will share the rich wild resources of the Delusion Land with their owners. According to estimates, even in the worst case, the current reserves are enough to support the arrival of the next harvest season.

Moreover, Ron is also actively selling local minerals and alchemical potions to the surrounding areas in exchange for the required materials. Purgatory is still buying Yuanyin from the Delusion Land at a high price. In addition to the profits brought by the location of the trade route of the Delusion Land itself, the operation of the territory is certainly not perfect, but at least it can operate normally.

But it is said that the lord is still obsessed with developing farmland and hopes to claim space from swamps and jungles. Jack doesn't quite understand this approach. In his opinion, the current situation of the territory is better than many places, and there is no need to worry about the problem of self-production and self-sale of grain.

Anyway, most territories, city-states and even kingdoms can't do this-except for those legendary heavenly kingdoms that can achieve "everything without foreign goods", most of them still have to rely on trade on the ground to turn around.

After all, no matter how much land all the lords have, it is ultimately limited: if there are large tracts of plains suitable for farming, it is difficult to produce a large amount of wood, and if there are continuous forests, don't expect to have high-quality minerals at the same time... In short, there are gains and losses, except for the original Hailan Empire.

But the Hailan Empire has been overturned by the coalition forces of various races for a long time.

Jack looked at the Green Swamp Town in the distance with a little awe: there was even an enclave of the empire here before. He himself still remembered the days when he was cowering in the shadow of the expanding empire.

The lifespan of the double body is also very long. At that time, he was not a painter, and even the paint and the drawing board were extremely unfamiliar things in his eyes.

But now...

Jack hummed the leisurely Yungang tune, dipped his brush in the oil paint he specially mixed, and sketched on the unfinished work in front of him. One of the key points of oil painting is the pigment. Famous painters must have their own unique formula and unrepeatable colors. Although Jack has not been famous for decades, he believes that this is due to his racial sensitivity and his inability to be high-profile.

At least in his own opinion, he has reached the level of a master - the ten or so pigments in his hand are all mixed by himself!

Since the Lord found a more convenient way to use enchanted arrows, Jack no longer had to rush to work every now and then, which allowed him to continue his hobbies in his spare time. What's even better is that when he is no longer facing the pressure of survival, the scenery of the fantasy land is exactly the color that Jack dreams of depicting!

Is there anything more exciting than this? No!

Jack vented his inspiration in the painting to his heart's content, not noticing the darkening of the sky - this made his painting have three times at the same time, morning, noon and dusk, and it would definitely be impossible to sell it according to traditional art - but the author felt very satisfied.

However, just as Jack was about to pack up and go home, his movements suddenly stopped: in the painting, he noticed something unusual.

There was a dark mass.

"What did I put on it?" Jack's eyes widened in astonishment. This was a huge blow to his career!

Apart from anything else, the fact that this masterpiece that took him a whole day to work on was written off was enough to make him feel distressed.

How could he be so careless... huh?

In frustration, Jack couldn't help but put his face closer to the picture. With the increasingly dim light, he suddenly felt that this didn't seem to be a "stain" he accidentally put on, but more like a scene that was specially outlined - but when was it?

Jack quickly glanced at the sky above the corresponding place: around noon, this painting remembers the time!

It should have been painted while eating. At that time, he was fully focused on dealing with the lunch in his hand. It is very likely that he didn't pay attention to the details and simply painted the scenery he saw.

But what is this?

Jack observed carefully, but he couldn't remember the specific details anyway. As a shapeshifter whose innate ability is to read memories, Jack had to admit that his brain was indeed not good enough. Maybe it was a hidden injury left when he went underground with Brother Quest last year.

The painter shook his head and felt that his guess was very reasonable, but so what? It didn't affect my work and hobbies, so it was a pity that the painting was damaged. But it was painted by myself, so it couldn't be considered a stain, nor a mistake.

If it wasn't a mistake, then my work was still perfect! Jack is worthy of it!

After the enlightenment, the painter left the scene with his things in his hands, and he didn't notice that shortly after he left, a tall figure between illusion and reality appeared where he was originally sitting.

"The painting is really bad," the figure muttered, "but he actually saw our existence."

"Are you going to kill him?" Another voice seemed to come from the tree, "It's just a matter of a moment, it's easy."

"No," the figure below immediately stopped his companion's reckless idea, "We finally managed to sneak in, and we should avoid any risk that may lead to exposure - Bishop Buckman reminded us so."

"Even he was dug out by the spies here, we should be more cautious and must not alert the enemy. He is just a civilian, let him go."

"Yes, he didn't see anything anyway."

"To be on the safe side, let me confirm again: did he really not see anything?"

"Of course," the man in the tree was very confident in his ability, "I read his surface memory, and at first he even thought it was a stain."

"That's it, but just in case, we should change our hiding place - everything is for the final destruction."

"Everything is for the final destruction."

The two voices disappeared in the wind one after another, and on the other side, a man who looked like a halfling and dressed as a painter could no longer hold on, turned around and ran towards the direction of Green Swamp Town! (End of this chapter)