The old blacksmith chuckled upon hearing this, and said with a laugh.
"Well then, good if it falls! Once it cos down, I'll buy the shop back again."
Upon hearing this, everyone else joined in the laughter, jokingly cursing.
"Haha! You old dog, always knowing how to pick the bargains, huh!"
"Exactly! Once you're gone, you should stay gone!"
Sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the tavern, with flying beer foam and spatters of saliva intermingling in the air, creating quite a lively scene.
For an entire day, nearly every resident of White Dew Town silently cheered for the sa na in their hearts.
It was neither Saint Sis.
Nor the Emperor.
But Prince Colin who had brought them great fortune...
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Divine: Luo Yan
Legendary Factor: Demon King of Thunder County, Fla King south of the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range, the generous and kind Prince Colin, a commoner councilor born in the Demon God Temple...
Influence Share: 0.03% (↑0.01%)
Overdraft Limit: 0%
Efficiency of Control: 100%
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The Imperial Royal Art Academy, within the ancient and magnificent lecture hall, every seat was filled.
Gentle sunlight stread through the towering stained glass windows, falling on the young students who were fully concentrated, their passionate and curious gazes focused on the tall figure behind the podium.
That gentleman was none other than the recently renowned "Prince Colin" in the Holy City.
He was clad in a well-tailored black suit, with an athyst pin on his chest, radiating a srizing light under the sun, just like his deep purple eyes.
A few young ladies sitting in the front row were secretly gazing at those eyes, their gazes filled with eagerness yet shy, afraid of eting his eyes, yet troubled that he didn't notice them at all.
Getting a front seat in this lecture wasn't easy, it wasn't sothing that could be "taken" by rely sticking a piece of paper on a desk the night before.
The front seats had already been arranged, while so seats, although not fixed, also required their families' backgrounds to co into play.
Students studying at the Imperial Royal Academy were not ordinary people of the empire; they were either the top geniuses or had top-tier backgrounds.
For instance, Miss Ophelia Castellion, who was resting her chin on her hands, lost in thought as she gazed at the podium... if not for Prince Colin, her classmates had almost forgotten there was such a person in their class.
The university education environnt in the empire was very relaxed, especially so for the noble ones.
So girls sitting in the back, seeming to take notes attentively, were actually sneaking glances at the figure on stage through their long eyelashes. Others unconsciously bit the tip of their pens, their faces filled with myriad thoughts that could be easily misunderstood.
And as for what Prince Colin was lecturing about...
For most of the students who ca because of his fa, it didn't really matter, as the painting students alone couldn't fill such a large lecture hall.
In any case, when the academy's students learned that— the esteed Prince Colin was invited by Principal Hillfin to give a public lecture in the grand lecture hall on "The Avant-garde Art Movent: Abstract Painting Style", students, irrespective of their study field, all rushed in.
Frankly speaking, Luo Yan felt rather relieved that there weren't many professionals sitting here— not even one out of ten.
After all, he didn't understand painting at all, and even the lecture notes were prepared by players commissioned by the acolyte in the Great Graveyard.
Not only that.
Even the abstract painting currently hanging on the blackboard was the work of Baron Harvey Mitiya— the gentleman who agreed to give him an oil painting previously; just yesterday, this painting was finally delivered to him by Count Hillfin.
Thanks to the work of Baron Mitiya, he didn't have to perform a one-man show but could appreciate the work of a true master together with these future artists of the empire, as an insightful art appreciator and patron.
"...True exalted art is not a straightforward replication of the natural world, but directly confronts the unfathomable soul hidden in the human heart... the above is my humble opinion on this art trend."
In the corner of the lecture hall, Kawenna Devor, who had co along for the excitent with her bestie, suddenly realized.
So this is abstract art?
She glanced again at the oil painting hanging on the blackboard, feeling like Baron Mitiya had accidentally knocked over a bucket of paint, nothing particularly special.
This... even I could do it!
In a flash, a spark of confidence ignited in her eyes, who had no artistic germs whatsoever, as if she saw hope in venturing into the realm of painting!
"Of course, since this is a new genre after all, its future awaits exploration by you young artists."
Luo Yan took a sip from the cup on the podium, soothing his sowhat dry throat.
The over-an-hour-long talk was approaching its end.
Seeing the bell hadn't rung yet, he turned his gaze to the assistant beside him— the one arranged by Count Hillfin to assist him.
"Next is the free questioning ti, a capable assistant arranged by Principal Hillfin will call upon you. If you have any questions, feel free to raise your hand."
As Prince Colin's voice faded, a murmur of discussion erupted throughout the vast lecture hall, followed shortly by eager hands shooting up.
To make her father feel his money was well spent, Kawenna also raised her hand high, but clearly, her turn... well, it wasn't going to be hers.
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