Don't confiscate my citizenship

Starlight is projected on the dome carved by ancient craftsmen, reflecting each other with the immortal crystal chandelier.

The orange brilliance blooming from the gradually empty gold cabinet in the Regent Hall instantly made the entire Regent Hall fall into silence.

The expression of Fallen Lord Kaliera, who unsealed the painting from the gold cabinet that had bottomed out, also froze slightly.

【Portrait·On a starry night】

[Type: Artwork]

[Level: Epic]

[Rank: 1]

[The creature that appreciates this painting will consume a small amount of physical strength and energy, feel awe of the princess in the painting, and have a chance to gain some artistic insights, only once. 】

The enthusiasm of the demon clan dignitaries was like a flame extinguished by a huge wave.

Silence intertwined with the bright and supreme orange magic light, filled the hall.

This painting skillfully captures a unique and mysterious moment in the demon world on the morning of a solar eclipse -

The sky was shrouded in a strange dark light. This light was neither the dimness of night nor the brightness of dawn, but the blurry brilliance between the two.

The contradictory yet harmonious light and shadow effects render the square and steps in front of the palace in detail. The steps are meandering and extending, guiding the viewer's gaze deeper into the picture.

This is exactly what the princess looked like when she made her public appearance in the Demon Realm a week ago.

But it seemed that she could never get out of this solar eclipse, and could only be trapped in the eternal night. A sense of oppression and suffocation came over her face, making the demons subconsciously want to look away, but they could not look away from the painting. Extricate yourself, as if your soul is about to fall into it.

Obviously, such an intention can only come from the tenth ancestor of the vampire family, Marquis Ulises.

"Epic?"

The demons swallowed their saliva and turned their attention to the Vampires on the seats at the end of the Regency Hall.

The tenth ancestor just put his hands on his knees and smiled lightly, seemingly not paying attention to the looks of these demons.

He looked at the princess for a moment, as if asking, is Your Highness satisfied with this painting?

Although the oppressive feeling of the picture may make the princess feel uncomfortable.

But in the rules set in advance, its epic level is destined, and the princess cannot explicitly choose a lower-level sacred level.

The expression of Fallen Kaliela did not change, and the blood vessels on the back of her hands began to tremble slightly.

The reason why she did not change the princess's choice of subject by her own will was that on the one hand she wanted to avoid a fight. Even if she chose the simplest fight, the blood clan might still win. On the other hand, she wanted to save face for her old friends. This was the last chance of the royal family. Dignity, on the other hand, is the belief in destiny. If the demon clan wants to fight against the stronger vampire clan, it is a matter of gambling on the fate of the country.

Finally, the princess chose the painting by mistake.

The vampire clan happened to have a marquis, the tenth ancestor.

The epic paintings are definitely not comparable to any artist in the current demon world.

Regardless of the degree of completion, the speed of painting, and the level, they all completely crushed Qing Mist and Qing Zhenye, whom Kaliela believed could win.

His paintings have reached another level that does not belong to this era, and he is worthy of the name of the strongest painter in the world.

Sure enough, even fate was on the side of the vampires.

A sense of powerlessness filled her heart inexplicably.

This situation only made Kaliela feel that in this blood moon era favored by the gods, the victory of the demons against the powerful vampires seemed like a failure and out of reach.

"Why is it so quiet? Is this a library?"

The blood viscount accompanying the vampire envoy could not help but tremble slightly in his shoulders.

"Don't you have any thoughts about Lord Ulises's paintings?"

He looked around the hall, as if he was laughing at the previous arrogance of their demon clan, trying his best to appreciate the paintings of a mere sacred grade, but he didn't realize that they had already lost completely.

"..."

After hearing this, many demon celebrities looked angrily at the area belonging to the vampires in the center of the fan-shaped seats, but were speechless.

Over the years, the demons have long learned to be humble and patient with the vampires.

This is the bargaining chip for peace.

"None of you demons dare to evaluate the works of Marquis Ulises, or are you simply incapable of appreciating paintings of this caliber?"

The fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke under his gray robe.

The voice was as low and hoarse as an ancient stone mill.

He needs the demons to show respect to the vampires.

The demons must not forget their position at all times.

"You old..."

Mist Lord Orion couldn't bear this kind of humiliation, even if the other party was a ninth-level blood race Duke, he stood up and wanted to scold the other party to restrain himself, but his hand was grabbed by Esmode, the True Night Lord next to him.

The blue eyes seemed to dim a little, as if they had lost their confidence, but they were still rational.

To get angry rashly at this time will only make the demons more embarrassed.

Mist Qing Orion thought for a while, his anger seemed to be calmed by Zhen Ye Qing, and finally sat down.

The Regency Hall was silent for a long time.

The fourth ancestor, Eduardo, slowly looked at the princess on the throne opposite with his turbid blood eyes, raised his staff and pointed it at her.

It means that if there is no demon to answer, please come and comment on Ulises's painting.

This kind of aggressiveness finally made many demons feel scared.

Kaliela remained silent, and they did not dare to say anything.

Without the protection of the Fallen Lord Kaliera, they would be as fragile as ants in front of the fourth ancestor Eduardo, with no life left to offend this ninth-level vampire.

Once the princess answers, whether she praises or belittles the painting, it will appear that their demon clan has been completely defeated——

Praise means surrender, belittling means being rude, and not answering means ignorance.

"..."

Lei Mingqing lowered his head and clenched his fists, making a sound of bones ringing.

He had long known that these vampires came to the demon world with a condescending attitude.

Since the signing of the "North-South Contract", the demons have never really raised their heads in front of the blood clan. Now even the blood clan viscount dares to laugh at their demon clan.

"It's called [On a night when the stars are falling]. The sky in the demon world is shrouded in a strange dark light, as if the night has not completely faded but is revealing the dawn that cannot come. In this mysterious and contradictory light and shadow, the palace In the front square, the steps spread out, and the incomparable princess slowly walked down. Her long silver hair fell naturally and covered her light blue dress smoothly. There were no stars in the night sky. The real star was her."

A sudden clear voice echoed in the silent Regency Hall. Lei Mingqing followed the source of the voice in confusion and looked at the calm and calm glowing demon beside him.

I saw McCarthy speaking out.

"She has a peerless face that I can't forget after just one glance. Her eyes are clear and proud. They are the most beautiful amber in the world. Whether they are sad or joyful, with a hint of joy or regret, they will touch the hearts of the viewers, maybe... The lingering short songs of summer, perhaps the rustling mountain breeze in autumn, or the ever-changing starry sky, with just one glance, only her figure remains in my mind."

Lan Qi looked at this epic painting and narrated it like a poem.

Hearing this, the fourth ancestor Eduardo temporarily took back his cane.

He took another look at Lan Qi.

He has the tolerance of a winner.

It seems that there is no need to use the second plan today.

You can take away the last princess of the demon clan and turn her into a pitiful plaything of the vampire clan.

Lan Qi's on-the-spot evaluation made all the demons present heave a sigh of relief.

"As expected of Mr. McCarthy."

"His words were full of sincere praise, but all the praise was directed to the princess."

"By the way, did he praise a little too much...?"

Subtle whispers reappeared, and the expressions of many demon clan dignitaries softened slightly.

Only Hyperion couldn't hold back after hearing what Lan Qi said.

"How can I say it so beautifully as you..."

Hyperion clutched her skirt and muttered silently, her heart beating rapidly.

She took a deep breath, knowing that she couldn't panic in front of Lan Qi at this time, and used her skilled spy skills to return to a calm state.

At this time, the fallen minister Kaliela beside the throne had been quiet for a long time.

Ever since the hall suddenly fell silent, it seemed like she was finally tired.

So what if you have escaped the humiliation of defeat? What cannot be changed is the outcome of defeat.

Today, in order to wait for the opportunity, the demon clan lost the princess according to the rules. What will they lose next time?

"Lord Qianlong also has a painting."

Hyperion's command sounded in Kaliela's ears.

"Your Highness..."

Kaliela looked sideways and saw that the princess at this moment was even more calm than she was.

Only at this moment, the princess' attitude seemed to be that she firmly believed that the demons had not lost.

The princess is very brave, braver than she imagined. At this time, she is the most determined demon.

Originally, Kaliela thought she was a useless princess, but now she began to feel that she had misjudged her. This witch had the courage to be a master worthy of the title of a demon princess.

"Okay, I'll accompany you on the last journey."

Fallen Lord Kaliela nodded and responded.

As the host, she is naturally obliged to complete the process.

Even if there is only the last sealed painting lying in the gold cabinet at this time, the probability of their demon clan losing the princess is not zero.

"Is it necessary to humiliate yourself, Caliera?"

The fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, looked at the fallen minister who was moving again in front of the throne and asked with his cane.

As the work placed at the bottom of the gold cabinet, this painting was submitted even earlier than the painting of Marquis Ulises, the tenth ancestor. It is most likely a perfunctory work similar to that of Lei Mingqing.

"The ancient legendary craftsmen of the Demon World have lost, and it is impossible to find a great Demon Clan in the Demon World today who is more artistically accomplished than Zhen Yeqing. It would be too optimistic to say that the Demon Clan still has a one-ten-thousandth chance of struggling. ”

The accompanying Vampire Viscount couldn't help shaking his head and said.

The light intertwined with magic gradually converged, leaving only the bright and only orange brilliance of the tenth ancestor [on a starry night], like a lonely star singing alone.

The noise from the seats where the demon clan dignitaries were seated seemed to have been quietly put away by an invisible hand, causing the entire Regent Hall to fall into an almost solemn silence.

Those once subtle whispers had completely disappeared at this moment, and even the air between the originally proud Miwuqing and Zhenyeqing was almost frozen.

Many demons are unwilling to look at the gold cabinet anymore, waiting for the laughter of the vampires that means the end of everything.

Kaliela used magic power to pull up the painting that had been put into the gold cabinet earlier than Ulises, the tenth ancestor of the vampire race.

At this moment, Luo Qing seemed to sense something, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and hope seemed to be rekindled in her pupils.

Fiery orange light suddenly poured out from the gold cabinet! !

The light spots scattered and flowed in all directions, forming a golden totem in the air. The light mist spread all around like a blessing, covering the entire hall at once, awakening the dim eyes of the demons that were covered by dark clouds.

All I saw in the painting——

From a distance, you can see ripples on the water of the winding canal, reflecting the sunset.

The sunset in the sky became the background color.

The girl in the painting, her face, lights up the world.

On her cheeks and behind her, there was a sky intertwined with pink and orange, and the horizontal waves of the autumn water were so radiant that you could see her shining brightly without the need for light. In her golden hour, time seemed to have stopped for her.

【Portrait·Her golden moment】

[Type: Artwork]

[Level: Epic]

[Rank: 1]

[The creature that appreciates this painting will recover a small amount of mental and physical strength, and its trust in the girl in the portrait will increase. There is a chance that the upper limit of the trace magic attribute will be permanently increased, only once. 】

At this time, there is no need for any evaluation. The demons went from being stunned to standing up and shouting in just one second!

Even Caliera smiled with relief.

"Who painted this?"

The demons stood excitedly, looking around the regency hall, looking for the creator.

However.

When they followed the princess's eyes.

All the answers have been revealed——

The mysterious wealthy businessman.

with the princess.

Looking at each other from a distance.

The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them.

Immerse yourself in this beautiful and timeless moment.