Master and his butler Mr.

There are dense towns, rich villages and fertile fields dotted all over the place. Churches of the God of Light are everywhere, and devout priests and believers can be seen everywhere.

Hernandez was a shallow believer who occasionally went to church and was said to have been baptized at birth, but the traces of religion were not too heavy in his life, and, well, if certain key conflicts , he secretly glanced at Mr. Housekeeper, and religious taboos did not have a strong restraint in his heart.

But what about Mr. Steward?Hernandez recalled carefully, and realized that he had never been to church before, so he relaxed a lot when he thought about it.

As he walked, several rows of low and compact houses suddenly attracted Hernandez's attention. They were gathered together in a strange manner, scattered and somewhat organized.

"What's there?" he asked curiously.

"That's a craftsman's factory." Mr. Steward told him, "The nobles in the capital are very popular with sculptures or paintings, and those factories are where the nobles support the craftsmen."

"It looks tattered," Hernandez said, squinting. "It's not like a place for great work."

"The people living there are small craftsmen and apprentices. The treatment of real masters is much better, but their workshops are still in the factory." Luo happened to come over, "Fermon and I are going there, are you interested? Do you want to see it?"

Hernandez readily agreed.

From a distance, the artisan factory looks like a dusty place, but when you look closer, the pollution is even more serious.

The place is filled with the pungent smell of paint, and the ground is full of stone chips and cross-flowing sewage.

"There is a master sculptor's workshop here, and his works are very popular in Wang," Luo introduced.

The master sculptor's workshop is probably the only tall and bright building here. Four or five apprentices are cutting a few large stones at the entrance of the hall. The master is walking around inside, not knowing what he is doing.

"My friend, what genius idea do you have?" Fermont said loudly as soon as he entered the door.

Master Aintree was tall, with long messy reddish-brown hair and a thick beard. He frowned and waved at Fermont: "Don't come in, don't come in, don't let your smell of copper stain my body. place."

Fermont touched his nose in embarrassment and stood by the door.

Master Aintree pushed them out, and followed him: "What's the matter? The statue you ordered is still early, who knows when it will be, but if you come to refund the deposit, I will give you a hundred welcome."

"My respected friend, don't worry, I'm not here to urge you, I just want to experience the influence of the God of Art more," Fei Meng said, "Didn't you mention that you are very interested in oriental culture last time? I have a kid from the east, and two guests from the frontier, they all admire you."

The master glanced at Luo, then looked at Hernandez and Mr. Housekeeper by the way, and reluctantly invited several people into the house. Fei Meng was at the end, and he still gave him a few hard stares when he entered the door.

The master's work room is not very spacious, and as soon as he enters the door, he can see a large workbench. On the workbench is a half-person-high statue, which can be vaguely seen as a half-naked teenager.Several carving knives of different sizes were placed messily on the side.In the corner of the workshop, seven or eight semi-finished products were piled up.

"Oh, this child is so beautiful!" Fermont began to praise as soon as he entered.

A young craftsman apprentice came in to pour tea for the guests. He had a handsome face, but his manner was a little timid. At first glance, Hiernandez thought that this child was somewhat similar to the statue on the workbench, but when he looked closely, he thought it was an illusion.

Master Aintree was really curious about Luo from the East, and he also liked the small handicrafts from the East that he gave him. He kept asking him about the East. Mr. Fermont looked around the statue of the boy, and then carefully looked at the little crafts on the side. The half-finished product, even Mr. Housekeeper went over to see it.

"Is this an unfinished work?" Hernandez asked in a low voice.

Mr. Steward shook his head: "It should be a work that has been eliminated, probably because it is not satisfactory."

Master Antley heard this sentence for some reason, but felt that he had met a bosom friend, and he came over: "Where did you see it?"

Mr. Steward pointed to a place, which was a beautiful female statue, but there was a defect in the skirt: "The destruction here is a bit deliberate."

"This is someone who understands art, and can see the difference between excellent works and defective ones," Master Aintree patted Mr. Butler on the shoulder, and complained to Fermont, "Unlike you, you can always only See money."

Fermont shrugged helplessly: "You don't know how high the bids for these defective products in your mouth are, and the pockets of nobles can be completely opened to you."

"I will never let these things be sold under my name!" Master Aintree cut off Fei Meng's words firmly.

After chatting pleasantly for a long time—probably except for Mr. Fermont, the group took their leave and left.

After leaving the artisan factory, the timid and handsome little apprentice suddenly ran over: "Fermont, hello Mr. Fermont, I am an apprentice next to Master Aintree, I..."

He anxiously rubbed the corners of his burlap jacket with his hands. The clothes were a little worn out, and there were some stone powders on them, which fell to dust when he touched them. He took another small step back in embarrassment.

"I, Master Aintree's works, many of them are handled by me. Although, even though they are discarded, the master does not have the heart to destroy them with his own hands. I, I think..."

Mr. Fei Meng frowned and avoided it, and said directly: "Sorry, if it is a work that is not recognized by the master, even if it is true, it is worthless."

Then they left quickly. Before leaving, Hernandez glanced at the boy. He stood there helplessly, holding the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, looking a little pitiful.

It was only later that Hiernandez found out that Master Aintree was also a legendary figure. He was well-known in the royal capital ten years ago and was a recognized master of art. However, four years ago, he suddenly had no works published. Some said it was due to lack of inspiration, while others said it was due to emotional frustration.Later, a well-known art connoisseur came to his studio by chance, but was moved by his so-called defective products and touted them outside. Therefore, these works that only lived in rumors were called out for sky-high prices .

Mr. Fermont is also very eager to get a legendary work, and has been working hard to make friends with Master Aintree in the past few years. Unfortunately, getting permission to enter the studio is already his greatest achievement.

"Where's that boy?" Hernandez asked curiously.

"I've never seen him before," said Mr. Fairmont casually. "Not to mention whether his words are true or not, the friendship of a master artist is much more valuable than a stolen thing."