Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 330 Angry

In a luxurious studio covered with expensive glass in the Vienna Academy of Arts, a group of famous painting masters are eagerly discussing.

"As you all know, the comic we are going to draw tells the story of Charlemagne. It is a great chapter of his growth from youth, to ascending the throne, to conquering all directions, and establishing the Charlemagne Empire. It is a very long story. It is a huge work, and it is estimated that the length will not be less than a thousand!" Master Lermi explained in detail: "This will have an extremely long production cycle, and it will be very hard to produce."

"I'm not afraid of hard work, but what about the signature? There are so many people painting together, so it's impossible for each to have their own signature." Some people expressed puzzlement.

"Of course these signatures are not their own. In the name of the Vienna Academy of Arts, we will establish a '"Charlemagne" Production Association" to unify the name of the association." Master Lermi explained in detail: "On the back cover , we will detail the list of all association participants."

"I have a doubt." A master stood up: "Although we are both masters of painting, we specialize in different directions. If we paint together, won't the styles before and after be inconsistent?"

"I have also considered this issue." Master Lermi explained: "So, the first thing we need to do is to unify the style! Whether it is the character style or the landscape style, we must try our best to unify! I think, based on the ideas of all the masters It is not difficult to learn a fixed style if you have a solid foundation of strength."

"It's not difficult, but which style do you decide to use? What kind of realism are you good at?" someone asked.

"No, no, no." Master Laermi quickly vetoed it: "Although I am the organizer of this project, I can't act arbitrarily. The issue of this style should be discussed and decided together."

After finishing speaking, he took out a few thick books and put them on the big round table in front of him: "I borrowed these specially from the Vienna library, including "Charlemagne", "The History of the Rise and Fall of the Charlemagne Empire", "History of the Crusades" and so on, everyone can read it first, discuss it, and first determine the character style."

After a while, the sound of pages turning became one piece in the studio.

"Well, Charlemagne is tall and powerful in martial arts. I think it should be better to use a realistic style with a slightly cooler tone."

"No, didn't you read carefully, the life of Charlemagne was a life of fighting! It was a life of fighting! There are countless war scenes! We need more blood! We need more wild expressive power! That kind of iron blood The enthusiasm in it! Do you understand? How can you be cold-toned?"

"No, no, no, I don't think it is necessary to be consistent all the time. For example, in normal times, it can be more realistic, but when it comes to big scenes of war, it is okay to exaggerate a little."

"Yes, although history has long been submerged in the yellow sand, we can only rely on imagination, but after all, Emperor Charlemagne is a strong martial artist, and the master of the holy sword Joyeuse, his strength is very powerful! When fighting, it’s okay to be a little exaggerated.”

During the heated discussion, the door of the studio was pushed open.

The one who broke in was a young man, everyone knew him, it was Egon, the proud disciple of Master Lermy, he looked eagerly at the masters in the studio, opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't speak.

"What are you doing in a hurry! Don't you know to knock on the door before you come in?" Master Lermi said in a dissatisfied tone: "Don't you know that several masters and I are discussing things?"

Under the watchful eyes of the masters, Egon took a deep breath, his tone mixed with anger and tension: "Teacher, those fellows from the Vienna Comics Club are now talking ill of you all over the city!"

Master Laermi's expression was puzzled at first, and then stretched out, his tone was flat: "I thought something happened, it was just a bunch of trash, and there is nothing they can do except curse, let them go."

"Coco." Egon opened his mouth and was stunned for a long time before continuing: "But they... They also posted a lot of words on the wall, all of which are bad things about you, teacher! The whole Vienna is covered by them!"

"Pasting words?" Master Lermi was puzzled, "What do they post?"

"Hmm, like you said that their comic book is rubbish, you forced them to go to the battlefield, you didn't let them live a good life, etc." Egon reluctantly repeated.

"Oh, these are indeed what I said, so what? These are all the truth." Master Laermi continued: "What are they scolding me for?"

"They...they" Egon hesitated, but didn't know how to continue, "They are or what you said is wrong, and they want the citizens of the whole city to judge."

"What's wrong with that?" Master Lermi laughed: "You still ask someone to judge? You really laughed out loud! Did they deliberately go out to make a fool of themselves?"

Other masters who knew the whole story also helped:
"Yeah, these gangs are rushing to the street, and they don't even look at what they painted, and they come to question Master Lermi?"

"Haha, I've said it a long time ago, this kind of guy is a cancer! It has lowered the artistic level of our entire Vienna, so we should drive them all out of Vienna!"

"This group of guys still came out to question Master Laermi? They really don't know what to do!"

"In their art street, they sell some garbage paintings on weekdays, and the comic book they publish is also terribly inferior. It should have been closed long ago!"

"Okay, okay, let's go down." Master Laermi waved his hand annoyedly: "This bunch of trash has gone crazy, biting people randomly, there is nothing to worry about. The pros and cons of this level only need to be an individual, as long as the eyes You are not blind, you can see it. Who would agree with them? Still judge? What a joke in the world!"

"But. But" Egon still hesitated.

"Say what you want!" Master Lermi reprimanded impatiently.

"But...it seems that many citizens are very supportive of them." Egon said with a tangled voice: "Many citizens who have heard their advocacy are secretly scolding you behind their backs."

Master Lermi frowned, and his tone was a bit unfriendly: "Really?"

"Really! Really!" Egon quickly assured: "Now the other senior brothers are arguing with those people from Art Street!"

After hearing the affirmative answer, Master Lermi turned his head and said to the masters with different expressions: "Something happened on my side, let's stop today's preparatory discussion, let's continue tomorrow gone."

When the masters left, Master Lermi's expression suddenly became gloomy, and his tone was so cold that Egon felt as if he was in an ice cellar and couldn't breathe.

"Where are they? Take me there!"

(End of this chapter)