Chapter 146 Call me the great painter Ino

On the towering Mindorin Mountains, stands a city shining with holy light - Minas Tirith (White City)

This city is like a shining pearl, inlaid at the intersection of the Rohan Plain and the Anduin River.

Looking down from the sky, the White City is like a pure snowflake, quietly lying in the embrace of the mountains. The city walls are towering into the clouds, and the white stones look solemn and sacred in the sun.

On the city walls, there are spires, each of which is equipped with a large catapult, like a sword guarding the city, pointing straight to the sky.

The center of the White City is the towering castle - the White Tower.

In 1900 of the Third Age, Kalimehtar (the 30th King of Gondor) built the first White Tower in Minas Anor to place the crystal ball of truth.

The White Tower is towering into the clouds, the tower body is flawless white, and under the tower is the seven-story city of Minas Tirith.

Although each floor has independent walls and entrances. But these entrances are not in a straight line. The main gate of the main city wall is located in the east of the city, and the next gate is built in the southeast of the city.

All the entrances are built according to this rule, and the road into the fortress is paved in a winding way around the hills.

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Holy White City, the third outer city.

Next to the wide and clean street, a young man in a light blue robe was sitting in front of an easel and painting.

This should have been a quiet and beautiful scene, but it was suddenly broken by a hoarse voice:

"Little painter, are you really going to paint for the big shots up there? You can earn a lot of money from this, right?"

The speaker was a short, plain-dressed old woman who also set up a stall next to the young man, selling some fruits and vegetables.

"Aunt Julia, I told you not to call me a little painter. Either call me Ino or the magical big painter!"

Putting down the brush in his hand, Ino turned around and leaned back on the painting chair.

After more than two months of getting along, he and the old woman next to him became familiar with each other, and occasionally made some harmless jokes, which was regarded as a spice of life.

"Magical? Your painting is not as good as my granddaughter! I don't know why those big shots always look for you."

The old woman shook her head and sighed. She really couldn't understand why someone would buy a painting at the expensive price of one gold coin.

"Yino, you really don't consider my granddaughter? Although she is a few years younger than you, she is very capable. You can settle down first and get married in a few years."

"You come again! I said I don't want to get married." Yinuo turned his head to one side helplessly.

In fact, he also knew that the old woman was kind by nature. But because she lost her son in her early years, she lived alone by selling vegetables to earn a meager profit. Besides, she had a young granddaughter to support, so she always liked to nag in the past.

It seemed that she was afraid that she would die suddenly one day and her granddaughter would be left unattended, so it seemed that arranging a marriage for her granddaughter had become her obsession, even if her granddaughter was only five years old.

On the other side.

Although she was rejected again, the old woman still tried to persuade him:

"What do you mean I'm here again? You're not young anymore, you have to get married! And you have the skill of painting..."

Seeing that the other party was about to nag again, Ino stood up and interrupted:

"I have to go. It's time for the photo shoot... No, it's time for the painting! Goodbye, Aunt Julia!"

After that, she picked up the suitcase beside her and left without looking back.

As for the easel and chair left behind, the stall fee in Saint White City is as high as one gold coin per month.

In a corner of Saint White City, the old woman stood sadly in front of a small vegetable stall.

"If you don't want to listen to my nagging, just say it. Why are you running around? How can you paint for others without pens..."

Although she was complaining, she still stood up and sorted out the pens and paints on the easel, and then packed them up and put them under her stall.

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It seems that human beings really have class divisions in their bones.

The same is true for Saint White City. The higher you go, the more beautiful the city construction is. The residents are also some powerful people.

The fifth floor of the inner city.

There are not only wider and cleaner streets here, but even on both sides of the streets, there are all kinds of potted green plants and flowers.

Occasionally, citizens hurried by, their faces filled with calmness and satisfaction.

In the fifth floor of the inner city, in an exquisite house.

"So, you have thought clearly about spending a gold coin to paint? No longer think I am a liar?"

Ino sat on the chair and looked at the opposite side teasingly. A young man in his twenties, with a well-proportioned figure and golden hair, just sitting there has a bold and brave temperament.

At the same time.

After hearing Ino's ridicule, Theoden felt a headache.

If time could go back, he would not have been nosy two months ago, let alone mocking the other party as a liar on the spot.

But now that things have come to this, he can only endure his friend's ridicule.

Yes, it was precisely because of the conflict two months ago that he and the annoying guy in front of him gradually became friends.

"My friend! I'm leaving!" Theoden said in a somewhat depressed tone.

Hearing this, Ino stopped teasing and asked in confusion: "Are you going on a long journey? That's nothing. I often travel far, and the distance is beyond your imagination."

"No! I'm leaving completely." Theoden waved his hand and said with some regret:

"I probably won't come back after leaving this time. My father's guards sent a message that I have to go back to Rohan."

"Rohan? Guards? Theoden?" Ino murmured these words.

"Yes! It's just what you think." Theoden nodded seriously and said:

"Formally introduce, the only son of King Seger of Rohan and Morwen Silverlight, the Crown Prince of Rohan, Theoden!"

Hearing this series of titles, Ino was also in a brief astonishment.

After gradually coming to his senses, the crown prince was nothing special, after all, he was not a citizen of Rohan.

"Okay! My Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I always thought you just had some power in your family."

The familiar teasing sounded again, and Theoden covered his forehead helplessly.

"Don't be like this! Otherwise, I won't ask you to paint, and let you starve to death in Minas Tirith!"

"Okay! You are a big customer and you have the final say! Now pay the money and paint immediately." Ino spread his hands and made a gesture of asking for gold coins.

After a short joke, he looked at Theoden with some curiosity.

"You are the Crown Prince of Rohan, why do you live in the Holy White City of Gondor?"

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The top floor of Minas Tirith.

Beside the fountain square.

Theoden stood with his arms folded under a withered white tree, and ten feet away from him, there was a wooden box with a stand.

"Come on, move to the left! You are blocking the trunk of the white tree!"

Ino adjusted Theoden's position while finding the focus.

"Click!" With a light sound, time seemed to freeze.

Looking at the heroic figure in the camera, Ino adjusted it to the automatic shooting mode.

"Stand still! Wait for me to come over, and we will draw a picture together as a souvenir!"