After Becoming The Tyrant

The year is coming to an end.

There are only a few days left in December, and the shadow of the Kossoya plague is gradually being dispelled during these days when the king is in the southeast.While the city is being cleaned up, the citizens are nervously preparing for the Christmas celebrations under the leadership of city officials.

It was in this atmosphere that Gluck, led by his attendants, walked into the mansion where the king lived temporarily.

Years of wandering life have made him thinner and thinner than bones, and these days, day and night, painting against the clock has almost drained all the energy of this penniless painter.If it weren't for his eyes being too bright, as if burning all his life, he would almost be no different from a living corpse.

He was originally a student of an outstanding master of the Eck painting school, but he questioned the classic Eck painting theory and was expelled by his teacher.Later, because he was drunk, he accidentally said in a tavern that "painting, as an art to express emotions and thoughts, should not be limited to religious themes", and was reported.

The "City of Art" Will where he was at that time was very close to the city where the Holy Court was located. If it hadn't been for a friend who took the risk to remind him, he might not even have a chance to escape, and he would have been directly thrown on the stake.

Gluck had to hide his name and crossed the Abyss Strait, and came to Legrand, where the influence of the Holy Court was relatively small compared to other countries, and became an unknown wandering painter.

Today is his most risky action.

The proprietor of the tavern thought he was crazy—an unknown artist like him wanted to invite the king to see his paintings!

Gluck waited several days before the king's residence.

There are too many people who come here to file lawsuits, and a wandering painter has no sense of existence.When the tavern owner tried to forcibly pull him back, things took a turn for the better.General Sheen, who came back from his inspection, saw his painting by chance, and the noble knight-general promised to mention it in front of the king.

That's how it happened today.

Gluck's breathing was a little short, and his steady hand trembled uncontrollably when he held the paintbrush.

——He has a wish. He hopes that his new painting method and concept can be spread, which is almost impossible for him who left the art capital.

But, today, he feels that this is his only chance to make his wish come true.

can he

Can Legrand's king grant him what he wants?

he does not know.

The door of the king's study was right in front of him, and the servant pushed the door open after getting permission.

…………

The king looked at the painter standing before him.

It can be seen that he should have tried his best to clean himself up before coming here, but the embarrassment of economic conditions made it impossible for him to make too many changes.His coat was old, and the exposed lace cuffs were stained with various paints that could not be washed off.His demeanor reminded the king of his own group of gentlemen from the Academy of Madmen.

Maybe genius always has an air of neurosis?

Following Mr. Painter was the tavernkeeper who temporarily acted as his assistant.

"Relax, gentlemen." The king withdrew his scrutiny. "You can say what you want."

He said this largely to the excited and nervous tavern owner who was about to faint, because Mr. Painter is more worrying that he looks exhausted and may die suddenly at any time.

——This has something to do with the king.

On the one hand, inspirations flock in, and painting is too selfless.On the other hand, it is also because the painter does not know how long the king will stay in Kossoya. He knows that once the king leaves Kossoya, it will be difficult for him to see the king.Adding the two together, he almost risked his life to finish the painting quickly.

"I want to dedicate a painting to you."

Gluck made up his mind and said.

After obtaining permission, Mr. Tavern assisted the wandering painter to display the painting before the king.

In the room, besides the king, were the steward, Mr. Charles, and several other city officials.But after the painting was erected, almost everyone's eyes were attracted by that painting.

Contrary to all the paintings seen before, there is no trace of religion in this painting.

Time suddenly turned back, and the great plague in December suddenly jumped out again, spreading before people's eyes.

The gloomy atmosphere in the painting collides with the gorgeous light.Dark clouds pressed down on the city of Kossoya. On the streets, large and small, there were countless moaning patients hidden in the shadows. People's memories of that disaster were awakened again, and those sorrows and deaths floated in front of them.

But death and despair are not the subject of this painting.

The sick struggled to raise their heads from the shadows, the king's attendants stood in the streets distributing rose coins to the people, and crows fluttered their wings on the tall building of the Free Chamber of Commerce headquarters.In the sky, in those thick dark clouds, bright light broke through the clouds and spread to the whole city.

The light fell on the faces of the patients who raised their heads, fell on the scattered crows, and fell on those knights in armor... Light and shadow, death and life, all the strong emotions are full of trembling emotions. Power surged out from the screen.

This is a painting without God, but it teaches people to be awe-inspiring.

City officials stared at it tremblingly, wondering where their awe came from. Why should a painting make people feel that there is some terrible power hidden in the brushstrokes?

They don't even understand what that power is.

The frozen silence caused cold sweat to roll down the tavern owner's forehead.He would accompany Gluck, partly because he had a good relationship with Gluck, and partly because he thought the painting was really good, although he couldn't tell what was so good about it.So pregnant with a gambler's mentality.

But the current silence could not help but make him have strong doubts.

"I noticed that this painting of yours is not created in the style of Ike, is it a new technique you have developed yourself?"

In the silence, the king broke the silence.

Gluck was a little surprised at the sharpness of the king's eyes.

He replied: "Yes, I don't create with transparency."

Akpai is used to painting with transparent pigments layered on the canvas.But this often requires waiting for each layer of painting to dry before proceeding to the next layer of overpainting.This is the painting method that painters are accustomed to use today, and it can make the picture show a strong sense of reality.

When Gluck was studying painting in Will, he tried to point out that this painting method, in addition to the defects that the colors are sometimes difficult to smudge and connect, also tends to rigidize the thinking of painting and is not easy to express flexibly.

However, his suggestion was not recognized at that time, and instead angered the mentor.

Painting is used to praise the gods, but it needs to be treated seriously.In Will City, which is close to the Holy Court, Gluck's thinking can be called rebellious.He was therefore expelled from the Ikpai, and later hunted for "heretical speech".

During Legrand's long wandering life, Gluck often faced the problem of needing to finish a painting faster. During this process, he gradually explored a painting method different from the transparent painting method.

"The King and His City" adopts this new direct painting method.

"I call it the 'direct drawing method'." The thin painter's eyes were bright and his tone was slightly excited when he talked about his hard work, "Besides that it can be completed quickly, the more important thing is that it is conducive to Express feelings, and painting is not just to depict those icons! Mortals can also be painted by the brush."

The tavernkeeper almost fainted.

He really wanted to gamble on Gluck's mouth, why does this guy seem like a different person when he mentions his ideas!

Just when the tavern owner was trembling with fear and sweating, someone applauded gently.

is king.

He looked at the painting and applauded it.

Immediately afterwards, applause broke out in the room, and everyone applauded for the painting.

"A mortal should be drawn by a pen, and you are right, sir."

The king made his assessment.

The tension in Gluck's heart finally completely let go.

Overwhelmed with joy, he couldn't help but smile brightly.

Because of a belief, his fiancée left him and wandered in a strange country. This young genius in the art capital became an unknown person who painted portraits for everyone.

More than ten years of suffering, more than ten years of wishful thinking, more than ten years of being incomprehensible... In this applause, the past that was ridiculed, despised, and ignored was finally rewarded.His beliefs that were dismissed as "unrealistic" finally got the applause they deserved.

He wanted to laugh, and he wanted to cry.

"A place for our illustrious Mr. Painter."

said the king to the steward, smiling.

Just as the Chief of Internal Affairs was about to carry out the king's order, he saw the painter, who had just made a speech, fall forward without warning, and fell to the floor with a "boom".

Everyone in the room was taken aback by the turn of events.

The head of internal affairs hurried forward and turned over Mr. Painter.He stretched out his hand, then looked up at the king dumbfounded: "He fell asleep."

——As soon as the tight strings were loosened, coupled with the high-intensity painting for many days, this gentleman should have been lying down long ago, and his will supported him to finish his philosophies in front of the king.

"All right."

The king looked helplessly at Mr. Painter who fell on the floor and fell asleep.

He didn't intend to blame Gluck for his impolite behavior, so he ordered the steward of the house: "Take our painter down to have a good rest. I'm afraid he will make people think that a huge Legrand even has a court painter. Sorry."

The heart that the tavern owner, who had a good relationship with Gluck these days, was holding tightly, finally let go.

The attendants came in quickly and helped the down-and-out painter who was sleeping soundly in front of the king.The steward of the house understood the meaning of the king and took him down.

The magistrates withdrew with the tavernkeeper, leaving only the king and his godfather in the room.

"William also liked to support some painters who were in distress."

Charles seemed to have remembered something, and said to the king with a smile.

"I don't know how to support some painters who are in a difficult situation." The king replied, "This is the light of literature and art I want."

Under the shadow of theocracy, the voices uttered by mortals themselves, the light they strive to find.In the eyes of the king, this was even more than aid from hell.

The shackles are as heavy as a mountain, but someone will always burst out an unyielding cry from the cracks.