Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 331 Dangerous Battlefield

What is the most painful thing in the world?
It's not the long-term discrimination, the hard work of running around for life, the hard struggle in giving up and persistence, or the hard work that doesn't get rewarded.

Instead, I had hope and lost it again!
That is when all the beautiful visions dissipate in front of your eyes, that is the sound of broken dreams roaring in your ears, it is that the treasures buried deep in your heart are taken away by others
Klimt fell into boundless pain.

He ran as fast as he could and returned to Art Street from Danube Park, but what he got was the news that the Vienna Comics Club was ordered to close by Master Lermy.

The door of the Vienna Comics Club is closed tightly, the bright road to happiness is completely closed, and the road ahead is once again dark!
Obviously he has stepped on this bright road, obviously he has seen happiness beckoning to him, obviously he has stretched out his hand, and he is about to touch happiness itself!

But the darkness still covers the land again, let him return to the wilderness, let him walk alone in the dark.
why?We just want to make money by painting hard.why?We just want a better life.why?We obviously didn't hurt anyone, and we brought them joy.why?You are such a high and mighty man, but you want to destroy our happiness with your own hands!

Klimt didn't know why, and no one had an answer for him.

Finally, in a daze, he saw the notice at the street corner, and saw those people who were as confused and painful as him silently gathered in the comic club!
Finally, Mr. Adolf started his speech. His words were like lightning, piercing the night and lighting up the whole wasteland!

Yes, we did nothing wrong but suffered all sorts of injustices!Yes, we may be humble, but we also have the right to happiness!Yes, we may be weak, but we will never let others dictate our destiny!Yes, we may be powerless, but we are also qualified to resist!Yes, we may fail, but we will never regret it!
I'm going to find the answer!I'm going to fight bravely!I'm going to change my destiny!I'm going to regain my happiness!
Without further ado, Klimt, like everyone else, got busy.It took a whole night to make countless "big-character posters", and in the early morning, I went to the "battlefield" in person!
"Big-character posters" must be plastered all over Vienna!Those who shout must be all over the city!This is Mr. Matt's order.

Today's Vienna will be the "battlefield" of their gang!
In the twilight of the morning, comrades-in-arms have begun to spread all over the city, and the battle has begun!

But the same battlefield, the danger of each place is not the same.

Klimt made up his mind, he will be the most fearless warrior!Go to the most dangerous battlefield!
Standing at the gate of the Vienna Academy of Arts, Klimt wiped the paste in the keg on the wall, stretched out the huge rolled drawing paper, and pasted it on!

One after another, one after another, in a short while, the wall outside the Vienna Academy of Arts was covered with "big-character posters" one after another.

Then he stood in front of these "big-character posters", facing the door he had dreamed of, exhaled and said: "My name is Klimt, and I am a low-level painter! I came here just to ask Master Lermi "

The road in front of the gate of the Vienna Academy of Arts was quite busy. Many passers-by noticed the "big-character poster" on the wall, and many passers-by noticed Klimt's voice.

Many people chose to stop and came in front of Klimt.

More and more people gathered, and after a while, they formed a big circle in front of Klimt.Klimt's voice also grew impassioned, hoarse.

However, this kind of time did not last long, and after a while, several art college students appeared in front of him.

They all turned pale, and started to growl at him: "Where did the lunatic come from? How dare you insult Master Lermi? Get out of here!"

"I'm not crazy! I'm just here to seek an answer!" Klimt refused to budge. "I'm just here to ask Master Lemiel! I'm here to ask him for an answer!"

Then, the disciples of Master Lemire arrived, and their attitude was even worse:
"A piece of rubbish like you deserves the teacher to talk to you? You deserve it too?"

"Get out of here quickly! Don't force me to do it!"

"If you talk nonsense here again, I will blame me for being rude!"

Several of them even started to tear the "big-character posters" on the wall.

Fortunately, under the watchful eyes of many citizens, these disciples still did not hit anyone after all.

Klimt didn't stop them, and ignored them, but continued to ask loudly: "I want to ask Master Lemier, why am I trash! Why are the cartoons I draw trash! Why don't I deserve a better life "

But after a while, there was a commotion outside the crowd, and people gave way one after another, making way for a path.

It is Master Lemir who walked along this road!He pursed his lips tightly, his face was livid, his eyes were like swords, and he looked straight at Klimt.

His voice was equally cold: "I heard that you want to ask me a question?"

"Yes!" Even under tremendous pressure, Klimt did not back down in the slightest: "I want to ask you, why are we low-level painters trash?"

"Because your painting skills are clumsy and childish, you are not worthy of being painters!" Master Lemiel replied very directly.

"Why is the comic book we draw garbage?" Klimt asked next.

"Because it's poorly drawn! It's blunt, dull, soulless, without painting skills, without bright spots, and the content is a mess! It's not really a painting at all," Master Lemier continued.

"We just want to work hard to get a better life, why don't you give us a way out?" Klimt said with tears in his eyes and a sad tone.

"There are so many ways to make money. You are tarnishing art by painting those ghost things! I will never allow it! You are not worthy of making money through painting!" Master Lemir's tone was still cold, without a trace of emotion.

"Defile art? You say defile art? You say defile is defile? What you agree with is art? What you disapprove is defile art?" Klimt shouted loudly: "Can you, Master Lemire, represent art?"

After being silent for a while, Master Lemire said: "Although I am not the number one painting master in the world, my artistic level is considered top-notch. I am more authoritative than you, who couldn't even pass the college entrance exam. Besides, you guys Those caricatures drawn, any master of painting would think it sullies art!"

The debate continues, and more and more people are watching.

At the Vienna Comics Club on Art Street, a guy with a wicked face ran in: "Mr. Matt, as expected, Master Lemire has come out! Now he is having a heated debate with one of your painters! "

"Okay, I see, you continue to find out the situation." Zhang Ang waved him away.

It was one of the few "thieves" caught before, and now a member of the Vienna Revolutionary Party, which came in handy this time.

Seeing him walking away, Zhang Ang turned his head and smiled at Adolf: "Sure enough, this old guy couldn't help but end himself! Now, their defeat is doomed!"

(End of this chapter)