The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 324: A Pure Human Who Loves Order

The Elite Art Association was not popular either.

This was the unanimous idea of ​​Randolph and Roland.

It is undoubtedly an insult that they would select the most unpopular works and open a special exhibition hall to all art lovers.

An undisguised insult.

This is true for any creator, anyone who yearns for and pursues art, or for any human being.

"No one likes their child to be insulted."

"Then why do they want to give birth?" The person in charge expressed great confusion.

He opened his mouth slightly and widened his eyes. His shock was no less than when he heard that his wife was pregnant with someone else's child. "Oh, you have a point. If they didn't give birth, they would never know that their child is so ugly."

"Look."

He stopped lowering the volume because it was not necessary here.

"Take a look."

He ran his fingers over these painstaking works, showing Randolph the spittle on them.

"Parents never mention ugly children after they are born. But we are different. We put them here to warn those who are not suitable and have no talent to embark on this noble path."

“Secondly, it is also to urge and motivate the selected candidates, hoping that one day they can move their works out of this hall and move them to other, real exhibition halls.”

"What do you think?"

Seeing Randolph's gloomy face showing signs of anger, he immediately said that this was the association's decision, and the art exhibition was also jointly organized by multiple religious sects.

But it has nothing to do with him.

“Take down my friend’s work.”

"gentlemen?"

Sendes was not happy.

You have to know that only a small number of people who truly like and love art will pay to appreciate famous or not-yet-famous works of art at exhibitions - most people come for the "clothes" rather than the artworks.

An expensive piece of clothing, a piece of clothing that is almost naked if you don't wear it.

Decent people have to participate in some high-end activities.

Is there anything more elegant than this?

Yes, but not as affordable as here.

If you calculate it in terms of cost and reward, coming here to socialize for an afternoon and just show off is the most cost-effective approach.

So, how do you wear this dress?

Praise those whom you praise, and insult those whom you insult.

Other exhibition halls are used for praise.

Then here comes the inevitable insult.

"He's right."
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That's what kids in the workhouse do... insulting someone they've never met before.

"I sympathize with your situation, but I have to say that humans are always children."

"He's just a grown-up kid, strong and lawless, and no one can control him anymore."
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As a human being, I really don't agree with your description. The world is orderly.

"First of all, the first half of your sentence is incorrect."

"Eyes of a fairy, blood of an angel. Perhaps before long, you will find that your severed fingers will grow back again, Mr. 'human'."

"Secondly, 'The world is orderly' - is there a missing sentence 'but I don't like order' after it?"

"A pure-blooded human who loves order?"

"Roland Collins?"

silence.

"… Pretending to be dead again, huh?"

On this side, Randolph was still arguing with the person in charge, but Roland quietly pushed aside, walked through the laughter, and came to the statue - anyway, just like when he was a child, he followed the idea of ​​'if you can't beat it, run away' and it was always right to fight with the wrench. This idiot has no memory, he will be fine in a while.

There were quite a few people around the sculpture, some of whom were making comments in loud, though incomprehensible, voices. One person said something that Roland found very interesting.

他 说:

'I don't quite understand this ingenious technique, but since it is placed in such a gallery, it proves that it is definitely not a good work, right?'

'So there must be something wrong with it.'

Of course, there are also those who disagree with this statement and argue with reason.

A lady waving her folding fan impatiently, a gentleman with a frown on his face, a noisy crowd, a crying woman, and a confused child.

Roland felt that at this moment the scene was full of artistry.

He saw some people holding flyers, which seemed to have a large section describing Victor Sala's sculpture, with a lot of notes below.

When Randolph came over angrily, he was holding a similar one in his hand.

'To be honest, I'm not too happy to show you this "artwork" - don't hate it, or the person who made it.'

'Of course I know that it is painful for you to see it with your eyes.'

There is more below.

'I'm afraid I have to say that I'm not familiar with this Victor Sala - of course, I'm equally likely to praise or write harshly about artists I'm not familiar with. But, for the love of you, please don't give me a piece of object that's less fancy than my son's excrement and force me to admit it's art, okay?'

Roland thought Mr. Victor Sala's sculptures were not that bad.

and also.

'It is understood that our Mr. Victor Sala has refused several visits, thinking that it would cost him a small fortune to defile this noble and sacred profession with his own vomit - I am afraid that I will have to pray once a day to ask the Father of All to alleviate this sinner's suffering.'

'He stayed indoors, saying "Don't bother me".'

'Mr. Victor Sala, "Leave me alone", can you promise?'

'If you promise, I'll promise too.'

This was the second time Roland had seen Randolph so angry—the first time was when Beatrice was abused by the maid…what was the maid’s name?

The Taylor family's flower garden is growing well indeed. It seems that the young lady is having a positive effect.

"I killed him, Roland."

Randolph believed that it was his own way of using money to advertise that caused Victor to be excluded and discriminated against - which was not clever enough.

It should have been through the Ilet Art Association, not the newspaper.

"I admit that I didn't pay enough attention to Victor. During that period, Golden Mist had some troubles, and I had just started to deal with them. There were many things, Roland, I..."

Randolph crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball and threw it on the ground.

This caused many people around him to show surprised expressions - using surprise instead of disgust was the most common way of expression.

They dispersed quickly, very quickly, and stopped chatting around the sculpture.

Roland: "If you cry now, hug the child's legs, look at his mother with him, and wail loudly, it will definitely be reported in the newspaper the next day."

"Roland."

Randolph shouted unhappily, but found that he turned his head and stared in a certain direction.

"Randolph."

"Ok?"

"I think I have a way to remove Mr. Victor Sala's sculpture."

A man with long burgundy hair noticed him, greeted him with a smile, and walked over quickly.

"I don't believe a work of art would be interested in other works of art." His voice was very pleasant, like the sound of a classical piano floating suddenly from a quiet lake. "Good day, Mr. Collins, you are much taller than last time."

"Good day."

Roland bowed slightly.

"Mr. Heyman."

(End of this chapter)