The Primordial Wizard

Ace approached curiously, but it turned out to be a notice, which turned out to be a painting exhibition organized by the public library.

This was considered a relatively elegant event in the city-state of Medimus, and many nobles and citizens went there one after another. Ace, who had nothing to do, followed the flow of people to the public library.

The Medimus Public Library is still so tall and majestic. The entire building is made of snow-white marble, with delicate textures on the walls. Ace climbed the stairs and walked into the lobby of the library.

Everything is the same as before, and Ace seems to have returned to his youth in a trance. At that time, he entered the library for the first time, and here he obtained the starting point of the extraordinary road-"Nicholas' Diary".

There are many paintings in the hall, and Ace was surprised to find that there are all oil paintings here, whether it is figure paintings, landscape paintings or others, all are oil paintings!

He clearly remembered that the entire city-state of Medimus didn't know what oil painting was, and he didn't teach oil painting to anyone except himself. What's going on?

While browsing the paintings, Ace listened attentively to the chatter around him, and the words of a blond young man caught his attention.

The man seemed to be very excited to spit at a young and beautiful woman, and the pimples on his face jumped and jumped, which looked a little funny.

The beautiful woman covered her mouth politely, and distanced herself slightly, as if to prevent the other party's saliva from falling on her.

"This is the oil painting exhibition. If you look at these paintings, all of them are extremely real. It is said that oil paintings were born 13 or 14 years ago. It is impossible to verify who painted first. Mr. Mordi, a master of oil painting in the city, found it from the palace by chance. Mr. Unknown's oil paintings, which he carefully studied for seven years, finally painted his first oil painting "Sunset on the First Street."

The blond man was spitting and pointing, and Ace looked in his direction. It was the brilliant sunset and the hazy neighborhood, but Ace was immediately attracted by the painting next to him, and his breathing was a little short .

This is a full-body portrait of a character, with ruby-red eyes curved like the moon, ponytail long hair as blue as the sky, a beautiful face, a smile, and a silver-white skirt adding a bit of heroism to the beauty. The combination of beauties makes people feel that this smile is bright.

The beauty is holding an ugly and cute murloc baby clay sculpture in her arms, she seems to be extremely happy, but her smile is very reserved, bright, true, heroic and charming.

"Athena!"

Ace cried out uncontrollably.

This picture scroll was drawn by himself for Athena, and the deeply buried memory suddenly came back, and he recalled that beautiful girl, that heroic princess.

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable, brother. This is the full-body portrait of the late princess Athena. It is said to be the masterpiece of the unknown artist, and it is also the earliest existing oil painting."

The blond young man heard Ace's voice, as if he had met his kind, he walked up to Ace and chattered endlessly.

Ace had no intention of talking to the blond man. He nodded slightly and looked at him with indifferent eyes. The blond man felt parched and his mind went blank.

Ace scanned the entire oil painting exhibition and found other works he had painted for Athena one after another. He suddenly remembered Athena's words.

"Two years later, I will become an adult. Take this painting together with your other works, and hold a private exhibition for you in Medimus City!"

For some reason, Ace's memory woke up like a wave, and his eyes were a little moist. The deceased princess, what does that mean?

Is Athena dead?

Ace was a little unbelievable. Although the process of getting to know Athena was not voluntary, Athena had no malice towards him from the beginning to the end, and even helped him a lot. Such an ending made Ace unacceptable.

He tried his best to calm himself down, with a cold light in his eyes, maybe he should understand in detail what happened to the city-state of Medimus after he left.

Ace did not pass the local local magic council organization. In fact, he did not intend to contact the local local magic council organization. The less contact there is, the less exposure will be.

"The old way, sneak into the dreams of a few older god-born nobles, especially the heroes, to collect information."

Ace, who made up his mind, glanced at the smiling Athena in the oil painting, and turned to leave.

The noon sun shone warmly on people, but Ace's mood was a little gloomy. This time he returned to the city-state of Medimus, and he also wanted to see Athena from afar. That bright smile was always deep in his memory. place.

As the sun slowly set, the city of Medimus gradually fell into the embrace of night. Ace turned into a shadow and jumped in the darkness, sneaking into a villa with ease.

This is the aristocratic area. The owner of the villa is a guy in his twenties. Ace shook his head and turned to leave, changing to the next villa.

The shadow slowly crawled into the bedroom of the villa, and the runes in Ace's eyes flickered. The owner here is a man in his sixties, a seasoned spiritual enlightenment. The fog of the dream was diffused, and Ace pulled him into the dream in an instant.

In the dark bedroom, a group of dreams emerged. Under the guidance of Ace, the dream returned to the place where the North fell. The whole city was filled with sadness and fear. Athena stood on the high platform, wearing a silver-white dress. Armor, with long blue hair rolled up, eyes shining like rubies, with a determined expression.

She held up the quasi-Noble Phantasm "Praise of Frost" and bestowed it on the half-kneeling Dickens.

Ace looked at it, and quickly fast-forwarded the following scenes. Athena, with her snow-white feet, stepped on the solid marble steps, and walked out of the temple step by step. worship.

The sound of the waves approached from far away, the endless sea water hung upside down, and the giant of the sea leaned out.

"Your Majesty, the goddess of grace, Pontus makes a treaty with you!"

Athena's ruby ​​eyes had been replaced by pure golden eyes, elegant music sounded, and an elf was born from the void. With her white and tender feet, she walked towards the giant step by step through the void.

Ace looked at the dream, frowning tightly. The owner of the dream seemed unable to observe the scene too carefully, and only saw a hazy light afterwards.

He vaguely heard the roar of a male lion, and saw blood splattering in the sky.

After that, it was a long wait. Ace fast-forwarded the dream again, and finally arrived at the triumphant ceremony. Dickens held up the "Praise of Frost", followed by an ice coffin, in which Athena lay quietly .

At this point in the dream, there is no follow-up, only some rumors that the crown prince is dead, and King Tedeus has remained silent on this, without any response.

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