Alex presented all the paintings he had made during the past two weeks that he had been on his own. "How are they?" he asked.
Tian Honglui stood to his side, looking at the paintings with eyes full of awe. "Are you sure you have only been practicing for 2 weeks, your majesty? This is the art of soone that has at least been painting for a year or so."
"That good huh? I'm not sure if your flattering or not, but I'll take the complint," Alex said.
"No, no. No flattery at all. I an what I said," he said. "Look at the paintings. You can see your talent in painting evolve throughout the paintings. You much have made practiced day and night."
"I did practice every day," Alex said.
"Amazing," Tian Honglui said again. "You don't need to teach you must at all. You can just practice on your own and learn from now on."
"Still, I would love to hold this own training," Alex said.
"Very well," Tian Honglui said. "Let us make another painting then."
Alex nodded and brought out a canvas and his paints.
"I would like you to draw sothing you have never seen before," the young man said.
Alex nodded and ca up with a random scenario in his head. "I have a simple picture in my mind," he said.
The young man nodded and let Alex draw. He watched the entire process of the drawing, seeing the blue sky, and the black, white, and blue background at the bottom.
The colors of the water co together to form an image of the lake with a goldfish jumping out of it. The shadow on the fish, the lighting. Everything was nearly impeccable.
As Alex drew, the young man couldn't help but give a fearful look at him. 'How is this just 2 weeks?' he wondered. Was Alex that good? Or was he just that good of a teacher?
He continued watching Alex draw and once he finished, he clapped. "Amazing, your majesty," he said. "Your ability to capture an image and put it on the canvas is incredible. The anatomy of the fish in the picture, the colors you have used, and the light passing through the water. Everything is absolutely incredible."
The young man could only praise Alex.
"Any problems with the painting?" Alex asked.
"I am unable to tell," the young man said. "There are no problems on a technical level at all. You can improve your painting skills, but those aren't problems that you can't sort out with a few months of training. In a year— no, less than a year, you will reach the sa rank as an artist as most of the artists in this continent."
Alex smiled quite a lot at this ti. He was happy to be praised like that. He had talent, talent to learn anything he wanted. But that didn't an that he could do anything he wanted to.
He had to train and learn to be able to do that thing. Sure he had to train for less ti than others, but that still didn't an that he didn't have to give it his all.
He stepped back and looked at his painting again. It truly was quite good, wasn't it?
"When is the evaluation?" Alex asked.
"In an hour from now, I think," the young man said. "I'm quite nervous."
"Why be nervous? Even if you don't make it to the Hall of fa, you have managed to create an amazing painting. That level of skill is sothing I can only strive to reach in the future."
"Haha, I'm certain you will surpass , your majesty," the young man said. "As long as you train, you will beco the greatest painter in the entire world I assu."
Alex smiled. "I'm fine with just being the greatest Alchemist. You can keep the title of the greatest painter," he said.
The young man chuckled. "Thank you, your majesty," he said.
Alex nodded. "If you don't mind asking. Have you always wanted to be a painter? How did you get started?" he asked.
"My mother was a painter," the young man said. "She was a painter and I admired her a lot. She used to teach how to paint as a child and I liked that. When she passed in an accident during my childhood, I found out that painting was the only way I could find to connect with her."
"My father didn't like that," the young man said. "Coming from the Tian clan, he wanted to follow him to be a leader, and there I was painting. He said that I could never beco anything as a painter, like my mother. It got to a point where he destroyed all of the paintings in the house to discourage , including the paintings my mother made."
"In my anger, I left my house to prove to my father that I would beco sothing. I learned what I could in this city from the senior and then left for the capital where I learned even more."
"Once I spent centuries there, I finally managed to beco a painter of fa and worth to my na," the young man said. "At that point, however, I had already lost the feeling of proving it to my father that I could beco sothing."
"Still, the hatred I felt was still there for he had destroyed all that I cherished in that house. I haven't returned there once, and don't intend to return there anyti soon."
"So, now I'm just a painter that drifts through the continent, searching for the next thing to paint."
"I see," Alex said. "I'm sorry you had to go through sothing like that."
"It's alright. My emotions are not there anymore."
Alex nodded. "Anyway, let us get back to—"
Soone knocked on the door of the room.
"Senior Tian, are you in there?" soone asked.
"Yes," the young man answered.
"The elders have gathered in the judging hall," the person said. "They request your presence."
"Already?" Tian Honglui was a little surprised. He turned toward Alex and said, "Let us go, your Majesty."
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