Chapter 221

Chapter 221 Preparations before Action

Chapter 221 Preparation before Action

In the afternoon, at the agreed time, Locke waited for Elagabalus and another sketch artist in his three-room suite.

Locke looked at Elagabalus and another first-class wizard apprentice sketch artist in surprise. “What is this?”

Elagabalus raised his eyebrows and laughed, “Don’t worry, Mr. Locke. This is Tok Carlyle, my apprentice.”

“The gallery he previously opened went bankrupt, so he is now heavily in debt. The high-interest loan interest he owes every day is almost as much as his principal.”

“So, he’s completely bankrupt now, you understand…” Elagabalus sighed melancholy. “Any property he has will be immediately taken to pay off his debts.”

“So, you can only follow me. He is my assistant. With his help, I will definitely be able to serve you better.”

Tok Carlisle seemed silent and just followed behind Elagabalus, looking at Locke with a worried look on his face, fearing that Locke would have an opinion about this.

Elagabalus said to Locke, “Mr. Locke, it’s not that I like having a family. It’s just that we artists go bankrupt faster than you potion makers and breeders. Even if you hire another sketch artist, the same thing will happen.”

“We’re often brothers in the same school, but we have a whole group of people behind us. Sometimes, when you hire a sketch artist, it’s likely equivalent to hiring a group of his fellow students… and I only brought one of my fellow students…”

“Don’t worry, my apprentice is really just my assistant. I won’t charge you any extra money.”

Locke was speechless. No wonder his teacher, Witch Sophia, used the word “they” this morning.

I guess Witch Sophia had already understood that she would encounter such a situation.

However, the magic map project is huge, so hiring another speed painter is not a big deal. Besides, Witch Sophia has already paid for this in advance.

Locke opened the door and invited them in. “Come in, I’ve found an assistant to help us paint the magic paintings. First, let’s paint the magic painting for my magic plant called Crystal Palm Fire Lotus.”

Locke invited them to the bedroom he had prepared. According to the contract he signed with them, they had to draw a series of magic paintings for him, so they would eat and sleep in the rooms he arranged for them. At the same time, he would place the materials they needed to draw in their temporary studio.

On the first day, Locke asked them to draw a magic picture of the Fire Lotus in the Crystal Palm.

By the next morning, they had completed the painting work. Locke looked at the two-dimensional crystal palm fire lotus hanging on the wall of his living room and nodded slightly.

Although Elagabalus’s behavior of bringing his family along was somewhat strange, his skills were indeed good.

Locke pressed his fingers on the magic painting on the wall. As his fingers slid, the crystal palm fire lotus in the picture rotated and translated in the magic painting, and every detail could be enlarged or reduced.

This magic painting can be used as a specimen in plant identification courses.

“No wonder magic paintings are very popular. They do play a certain role in assisting teaching and storage in breeding.” Locke looked at the magic painting with satisfaction, which he had spent thirty magic stones to draw.

Then, Locke looked at Tok Carlisle and Elagabalus and said, “Howard, please come out. These two are the assistants I mentioned.”

“Now please help me draw a magic map.”

Elagabalus originally had a faint smile on his face, and was very happy that Locke praised his magic painting.

But at this moment he saw a vampire apprentice walking out of the small room, his face suddenly changed, and some fear appeared on his face.

“Dark…Dark wizard?”

Elagabalus looked at Locke and relaxed a little after discovering that Howard was very respectful to Locke. However, he still looked a little scared when he saw Howard’s inhuman appearance.

“Locke…are we still going to cooperate with dark wizards?”

“You haven’t said this before.”

Locke looked at Elagabalus and joked, “Are you afraid of wizards in black robes? Do you want me to ask him to change into white robes before coming?”

Elagabalus waved his hand. “That’s not the question.”

He was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement and said, “Locke, I think you’re right. Colors do have a significant impact on people’s moods. This is exactly the core of the visual illusions of our Artes Color Institute.”

“I think you really need to ask this ‘black robe’ wizard friend to change his clothes before coming over. Otherwise, my hands will be shaking with fear and I won’t even be able to hold the paintbrush.”

Locke snapped his fingers and glanced at Howard calmly. “Go upstairs and change into a white wizard robe.”

Howard said to Locke respectfully, “Yes, Master.”

Elagabalus looked at the obedient dark wizard who followed Locke’s every command with surprise, “My employer is quite cruel. Even the most brutal dark wizard becomes like a docile sheep in front of him.”

“This employer is no ordinary person.”

Locke looked at Elagabalus and said, “Great artist, are you ready to work?”

When Elagabalus heard Locke call him a great artist, his face flushed slightly, but he was very happy in his heart. “Of course, of course.”

“Tok, quickly unfold the canvas. As an artist, it is my honor to serve a wizard who respects art like this.”

Elagabalus seemed to be good at creating magical paintings with lifelike oil paintings, so he used linen as the base and used a large amount of pigments based on various magical plants.

Therefore, the colors he used were only richer than those used by ordinary painters.

He can obtain colors that many mortal painters cannot obtain, such as pure purple, by using the juice of perilla vine.

Of course, the pigment part is indeed a marginal subject in the field of breeders, and it can be considered a relatively niche type.

After all, speed painters themselves don’t make much money, and studying unpopular fields like pigment colors and magical plants is even less profitable.

As Locke and Howard, who had changed into a white robe, told Elagabalus and his assistant the details of the curse ritual research institute, Elagabalus’s expression in front of the drawing board became more and more cautious.

He seemed to have guessed something, and from time to time he turned his head to look at Howard, whose eyes were fierce, and Locke, whose eyes were always calm and unruffled, and whose depth could not be seen at all.

Locke looked at Elagabalus in confusion, “What’s wrong? Are you having any problems?”

Elagabalus immediately shook his head and said nervously, “Mr. Augustine, there’s no problem. It’s just that I don’t quite understand some of the curse magic formulas, so there might be some errors in the drawing.”

Locke said, “Don’t worry, if you don’t understand, Howard will interpret it for you. All you have to do is draw all the information I tell you word for word on a magic map.”

“Don’t worry about anything else. Don’t ask anything. Don’t say anything.”

“Did you know?”

Elagabalus and his apprentice, Toque Carlyle, were both frightened by Locke.

Tok Carlisle even felt like crying but had no tears. He just felt so unlucky. He had just gone bankrupt and had finally found refuge with his senior, but now he seemed to be involved in a very complicated problem involving dark wizards.

That was not a magic map at all. The information Locke told them in one afternoon contained so much information that curse masters dreamed of.

This information has frightened Tok Carlyle and Elagabalus.

I was afraid that Locke would suddenly want to silence me.

(End of this chapter)