The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 144 No.20 Four Scenes. Paintings
"ember".

Rosen immediately became interested.

According to the creation myth he heard, the undead lineage is a race formed from the ashes of the burning flames. The painting in front of him is also called Embers. He doesn't know if it has anything to do with the undead.

"Father Eredel painted a large number of paintings in different styles in his life, but most of them depicted depressed emotions. He was imprisoned in a monastery because of his failure in political struggles. Only then did he have time to leave many immortal masterpieces."

As a nobleman, Jerome naturally knows something about these things, and judging from his words, Father Iredel is also a celebrity.

While listening to Jerome's explanation, Rosen concentrated his attention, his perception was slightly extended, and although he was separated by a distance, he was still able to use the [Appraisal] skill. Before the first person raised his placard to bid, he saw To the description of that painting.

【ember】

【ordinary】

[A painting depicting a strange scene. 】

[Although it is said to be the work of Father Eredel, it is actually a counterfeit, and the real author is someone else. 】

[The scene it depicts may not be just a fantasy in the mind, but may be what someone saw with their own eyes. 】

"Fake?"

Rosen whispered unconsciously, causing Jerome to look at him immediately.

"What did you say, how could this be a fake?"

Jerome was a little puzzled, and looked at the painting again. At this time, its price had soared to [-] gold coins, which was enough to buy a property on the border of the kingdom to live a stable life.

It's not that he thinks that Rosen doesn't understand art, but President Levi is also a famous figure in Istar, and he has researched on famous antique paintings, so he won't sell fakes at this auction to ruin his reputation reputation.

"No, the meaning of counterfeit does not mean that this painting was forged by others. In fact, this should be the painting named "Embers."

Rosen explained, making the confusion on Jerome's face deepen.

"But it wasn't written by Father Eredel. I don't know why. It was created by someone else, and finally published in the name of Father Eredel."

"how can that be"

Jerome subconsciously denied it, but soon fell into thinking again.

"It is said that Father Iredell had a close friend, but he kept himself wrapped in a robe all the year round. No one has seen his true face. When Father Iredell was exiled in the monastery, that friend often visited him. Could it be that Is this painting by his hand?"

"What happened to that friend?"

Rosen had some vague guesses, so he asked.

"I don't know, there is no record in history. The last time the two met was when Father Eredel was seriously ill. After that, the priest's soul returned to the goddess, and that friend disappeared and never appeared in people's sight again."

Thoughtful, Jerome replied, and at the same time began to have doubts.

"So, that person is likely to be a person who is inconvenient to maintain a friendly relationship with Father Eredel on the surface. Could it be the mage of the Rainbow Tower?"

No, no, no, Rosen answered in his heart on behalf of the priest Eredel.

If he didn't guess wrong, this friend was not human at all, but most likely an undead.

The undead and the priest, two seemingly impossible communion, developed a friendship that transcended race and camp due to various reasons. After the only friend passed away, the undead also left the human society and returned to the world. own residence.

The whole story had already emerged in Rosen's mind, and at this time, the price of the painting was finally fixed at [-] gold coins, five times the reserve price.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door and the housekeeper appeared again.

"Guest, my master invites you to come for talks."

he said in a humble voice.

Rosen and others were about to stand up, but the housekeeper raised his hand to stop them.

"My master has ordered that it is an important matter and it is best that no one else is present."

Jerome was stunned, then nodded, and said to Rosen and Tia.

"Then you just wait here, it's okay, President Levi is cautious, this is normal."

But Davos stood up, Jerome looked at the drunken mercenary, and then said to the butler.

"This gentleman is my confidant and you can go with me."

The butler raised his head slightly to look at Davos, then nodded, and stepped back to guide Jerome in the direction.

"please."

The two left the room with the butler, while the auction on the other side continued.

The cargo this time was a sharp long sword. The description seemed to be blessed by magic, but it was completely uninteresting to Rosen.

Tia was already prepared, she took out a sausage from her pocket and ate it.

"Why do I feel something is wrong."

Rosen asked, this situation is too weird, even if what Jerome said is true, it still can't dispel Rosen's worries about this place.

"Even if there is something wrong, do you think someone here can cause harm to you?"

Tia looked like she had nothing to do with herself, and bit off a large piece of sausage in one bite and chewed it in her mouth.

"This is not."

When Rosen entered the room, he checked the layout a little bit. If it wasn't an accident, it would be easy for him to leave.

"Then don't worry, if there is any accident, then use violent means to solve it."

As if nothing had happened, Tia took another bite, swallowed the whole sausage, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and was about to eat the second sausage.

But the door was suddenly and roughly pushed open.

"Keep alive, kill!"

The leading man was wearing a mask, and the sharp knife in his hand was glowing with cold light.

Afterwards, the arrows fell like rain, without giving anyone a chance to breathe.

Everything in the room, the sofa, the table, and the curtains were pierced, and it was a mess. However, the auction outside the room was still going on normally. It seemed that the movement here could not be heard outside.

"second round!"

The man ordered, and the second round of crossbow arrows was quickly loaded and ready to go.

But before that, a silver light had already flashed out.

It's Rosen.

The sharp edge of his wolf knight's sword roared, and he decapitated the opponent before he could react. Blood spattered everywhere, dyeing the curtain a deeper black.

"what!!?"

The crossbowmen obviously didn't expect that the people in the room would survive such a tragic arrow rain. They shot arrows immediately after losing their commander, and the sound of piercing the air was endless.

"Stupid mortal."

A young girl's voice came, and all the crossbow arrows were frozen in midair, as if the air had frozen in an instant and could no longer flow.

"It's magic!!!"

Those people immediately wanted to retreat, but Tia didn't give them time to regret it.

"Die."

He snapped his fingers lightly, and a burst of flames immediately ignited in the air, enveloping all the assassins, and burned them to death without even screaming.

But amidst the raging flames, a man rushed into the room with a long sword in his hand, sweeping across the bodies of Rosen and Tia with a bit of chill.

His sword was quite fast, a little cold light came first, followed by a raging killing intent, the aura of the peak of the black iron was fully revealed, pointing directly at Tia's heart, it seemed that he wanted to rely on a sneak attack to preemptively strike.

"Innocent."

It was Rosen who spoke. As for the big sword in his hand, it had been cut out along with the words.

(End of this chapter)