Chapter 18 The King's Children (4k)
"I have learned a lot, Morse."
Andros balled his hand into a fist and pressed his knuckles meekly against the door On the surface, it has not been knocked down for a long time. Kalifon followed her brother and heard the conversation between two people in the room.
This door was originally extremely simple. Like any simple residence of Lokos, it was made of the most common earth and stone. However, facing only a wooden door, Damex's The children have already seen traces of various designs in it.
It is a drawing board, a prototype of sculpture. The spiral pattern unfolds from the center of the door and is cut by square straight lines. Each block is formed by different precise geometric divisions, some like They are irregular areas cut randomly by the carver during practice, and some look like harmonious patterns formed by carefully designing the overall layout.
Different people look at their own life experiences and draw different interpretations from the door.
If this feature was placed in the prophecies of the divine religion, Callifon would definitely hate it. However, what she sees now is a work of art that does not limit the means of interpretation. So the creator The open picture provided can be enjoyed slowly and happily.
She felt relieved for Andos.
When Andos insisted on coming here to visit the rising star of Lokos, Callifon was also worried that the boy in the rumors was not as talented as everyone said.
These patterns tend to extend from the wooden door to the side, but now they are still like insect nets, clinging to the area restricted by the wooden door, because there are other patterns on the surrounding walls. Ichiban created something - no longer a pure carving pattern, but a combination of pasting and shaping art, using clay, tanned leather and roasted soft wood strips to carve out prominent patterns. If the door has a recessed hollow, the wall will have a raised pattern.
Callifon was not very proficient in this area, so she turned her face to the side and curiously looked at the expression on the face of her brother who was good at this.
Strangely, she didn't see how much Andos admired these fine patterns. On the contrary, this gentle prince was frowning, as if there was a key element missing in these boys' creations.
Califon sighed inwardly, alert, ready for the soft words she would fill the gap in the quarrel if conflict came.
Her eldest brother was always gloomy and regarded power as very important, while her second brother was too gentle and too humble. Little did he know that his nobility in being tolerant to others often made narrow-minded people hate and envy him. .
"Tell me about it." A male voice said, and Callifon noticed the cold seriousness in the man's tone.
This should be Morse. When people talk about the legend of Perturabo, they often avoid a name intentionally or unintentionally.
“Yesterday I went to the person in charge of the mining site and I communicated with him where the minerals from the mine go. Red copper and bronze are used to make daily utensils used by the Lokos, such as medical equipment. Gold and silver are used in such fine instruments, but the materials required for some of the instruments in ancient books cannot be found anywhere in Olympia; iron is used to make weapons and armor, as well as many tools and mechanical components, and lead appears In the pipeline. Gold and silver appear everywhere as symbols of wealth and currency, as long as the person making the order wants to show his status."
"Tell me what you think."
"Steel. Steel is the basis of everything, even though it is not necessarily known."
"What are the properties of steel?"
"Indestructible."
"In the process of forging it is not hard, you will see the melting light and the weakness of surrender."
"But through the forging, it will always become indestructible Shaken."
Califon heard Morse laugh, and then he said: "Come in, two sons of Damex."
Andros was embarrassed and uneasy. He gently pushed the wooden door. His morals made him deeply ashamed of his behavior of hiding outside and eavesdropping on other people's conversations, even though he was one of the future owners of Lokos.
Callifon saw this. She first stepped into the room, and before taking anything into her eyes, she lowered her head, which was neatly braided in a bun, and apologized for her brother in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Morse, Perturabo, we apologize for our actions, all from the house. The carvings on the wall are indeed a masterpiece of exquisiteness. We are very happy and sigh deeply."
She waited for Andos to continue, but she did not expect to hear a word after a while. Andos couldn't help but feel angry and amused as the words popped out of her mouth: There was probably nothing else in Olympia that could make her brother so fascinated that he forgot his etiquette.
She heard the sound of a boy's feet hitting the floor as he jumped out of his seat.
Perturabo rushed to her brother and asked very directly: "How about this soldier model?"
And Morse's eyes fell on her head, and she was confused for a moment. It gave me the illusion of being doused with ice water, although there was no hostility in Morse's words, and there was an understatement of detachment.
"Raise your head, Califon, come and sit down. We welcome you both."
Califon raised his head as he was told, and looked at the model soldier watch that was facing Perturabo's mouth with his peripheral vision. Andos looked like he was wandering in deep contemplation.
After confirming that everything was safe there for the time being, she boldly walked towards the black-haired man in strange black clothes on the wicker chair in front of her, and sat down on a high chair that appeared out of thin air.
"Thank you, Mr. Morse." Callifon said as she looked at this crowded room that looked much larger inside than outside.
She didn't know whether to describe this place as "chaos" or "orderly".
Countless tools are placed in different places, whether they are drawing pads, set squares, handles, scissors, wax molds, pen holders, files, dye trays, all scattered on several different steel sheets without clear rules. quality table top, but it only takes a moment of imagination to realize that when a person sits in the right chair, everything he needs is easily accessible in the most comfortable way.
There were both half-finished paintings hanging on the walls and the murals themselves. There were huge or subtle design drawings nailed to some blackboards, full of complex lines that she couldn't understand, and there were several shelves. Ten gorgeous and exquisite shining creations, including armor-piercing men, forged plows, winding vines, swimming fish, miniature harps, everything from animals, characters to manufactured products.
One of the particularly weird ones is a semi-finished stone statue. The weirdness is not because it is unfinished, but because it is obviously much rougher than other works, almost like a little craft knowledge. Carved by an unlearned young boy.
Califon was not sure if this was the early work of the rumored child prodigy Perturabo. If it was, then she wanted to smile.
She pursed her lips and lowered her voice to say hello to Morse. She was thinking about how to take care of Morse's face in this crowded room without disturbing Perturabo over there. During the conversation with Andos, she heard a magical voice sent directly into her mind.
The powerful unknown force made her dizzy, and she felt as if biting ice was embedded in her head. Callifon secretly clenched her left fist, her nails digging into the skin of her palm, enduring the pain that roared through her, trying not to resist Morse's ability.
With a sharp neighing sound, she finally heard Morse's voice sounding very clearly directly in her heart. She calmed her heartbeat and accepted it all.
+Where is Harkon? + Morse asked, + Where is the eldest son of Damex, the eldest prince of Lokos, who will wear the iron crown? What prevented him from visiting? +
Morse's first question made her start to get chills again.
Califon glanced at Morse briefly, and saw a dark abyss in his eyes.
She calmed herself down for a moment, sighing secretly for her eldest brother. She did not want to reveal his recent suspicion that Perturabo would shake his position. She just responded to Morse in her heart tactfully and unfamiliarly.
+Thank you for enquiring, the foreign enemies have made other moves recently. My father asked my brother to go to the military camp to reorganize the defense, but it is really impossible to come. +
Morse shook his head slightly, and cold laughter echoed in Califon's mind.
+Stop playing complicated tricks with those words and stop making excuses for him. If you insist on doing this, I will lower my impression of you. +
+Sorry, Mr. Morse. You are my father's distinguished guests, how can I not be respectful? +
+Dignified guest? +
Morse savored the word, no longer competing with Damex's eldest daughter on words. Although this tyrant's daughter is younger than her brothers, her character and demeanor are already at the level of assisting the king - if possible, the word "assist" can be eliminated.
He changed the topic, casually talked about the customs and customs of Olympia, and generously introduced the various furnishings in the house, such as the silver butterfly-patterned hip flask on the shelf, which is from Perturabo A waste of raw materials, while doing two things, listening to the situation on Andros and Perturabo.
"...This is...amazing." Andos spoke very slowly. If silence is the sound of a person thinking, then everyone present can hear his thinking.
"You are skilled enough." Andos spread his hands and guided Perturabo's gaze with his five fingers. "These silver statues and these wood carvings no longer have any flaws in processing. This is something I can't It's hard to imagine how to create such a seamless combination, such as this connection."
"Yes," Perturabo answered in the simplest syllables." What about my theater design?”
The boy picked out the roll he was talking about from a pile of thick paper rolls, smoothed the drawings, and unfolded them on the table.
This is just a section of the huge theater he wants to build. He has not yet finished drawing more building modules, but obviously he feels that the current results are enough for display.
Perhaps the two children of the tyrants who have just arrived here will think that the boy is indifferent to his emotions and anger, and his likes and dislikes are not expressed, but Morse can see that Perturabo happily accepts every compliment. , like a gluttonous child, quietly accepting every piece of candy and biscuit given by others, and pretending in front of his parents that the powder at the corner of his mouth is not the residue on the biscuit.
+Perturabo was happy. +Thinking of this, Morse told Califon. He received a surprised eyebrow raise and a gentle laugh from the psychic channel.
He added: + A little tip for you, if you come here next time and put his name in front of my name when you say hello, he will immediately introduce you as a confidant. +
Califon nodded, his eyes shining with new light.
Andos did not touch the drawing itself rashly, but hovered his fingers above the drawing to help position his eyes.
He tried his best to carefully analyze this extremely complicated drawing, then slowly shook his head, and sincerely apologized before Perturabo misunderstood: "I am not the designer of the city... I can't imagine it out of thin air. It is a work in a field that I have not been involved in for a long time, but it will definitely be a masterpiece.”
He thought for a while and continued: "I can start learning from today."
Perturabo was immediately alert to this: "Can you learn it? Who do you want to learn from, Morse "
"What? No... I can learn it, but I will find another teacher." Andos looked a little confused, "The architect of Lokos, if he is from Kaldis. I will also visit when I come with a designer."
"Do you think they are better than Morse?" said Perturabo gloomily.
"I didn't say that...he is your teacher."
"Are you implying that my current achievements are all because Morse was my teacher?"
Morse curled his lips and did not participate in Perturabo's one-sided verbal confrontation with the enemy. . Kalifon was calm and calm, and was not in a hurry to go up and cheer for her brother. She was observing everything that was going on, which was where she had always been.
+Where do you think Perturabo's talent lies, Callifon? +
+Is it building things? +
+No, it’s his random guessing at other people’s speeds in his mind. Each heartbeat can provide him with tens of thousands of words of over-analysis of other people's psychological activities. +
+That sounds really...+
+I'm curious about your adjectives. +
+Childish. +
Califon reluctantly chose the most euphemistic words.
Andos was about to be defeated, and this gentle man did not mind giving in verbally.
"I'm sorry, Perturabo. I never meant that...anyone can see in your work a man full of talent and hard work," he said cheerfully.
Perturabo felt as if he had punched into a pile of soft fabric, with nowhere to release his arrogance.
He glanced quickly at Morse and died down.
The boy said gloomily: "Okay. Since you don't understand architecture, what are you good at?"
"Wood carving, stone carving, iron..." Andos said one by one, according to His character, if he dares to describe an ability as good, then he has definitely been immersed in it for many years, and even has his own art theory.
"I want to compete with you." Perturabo interrupted Andos, "You choose the topic."
"Huh?" Andos was quite confused.
"I haven't competed with anyone yet. I don't know how my talent compares to others." Perturabo said confidently.
Califon pinched the skirt on her knees and frowned slightly, looking like she wanted to stop Andos from agreeing. It was obvious to her that no matter who was winning or losing, Perturabo would widen the rift in their relationship with Lokos out of thin air.
She looked at Morse for help. Morse was indifferent and just gave a sarcastic answer.
+I will urge this child to learn philosophical theory from today on to save his disastrous thinking pattern. +
Califon had no choice but to leave his seat personally and advised: "Mr. Perturabo, an individual's ability will eventually be exhausted. My brother is not an all-rounder. Although he has many skills, Lokos always has Skilled craftsmen have gone further than Andos in their respective crafts. Why not start a grand competition and defeat the craftsmen of Lokos one by one to show your talents? ”
“ What should I call you?"
"Califon, daughter of the Kingdom of Lokos"
"Califon," Perturabo nodded, "that's a good one. Idea, if Damex wants to host, I'll guard my ring, but first, I want to start with Andros."
Just as Califon was about to say something else, Andos raised a hand, attracting the attention and attention of several people: "I don't mind participating in the competition...the topic is stone sculpture?"
"Weapons?"
"No, not necessarily weapons. Callifon said you don't like war." Andos said.
Perturabo looked at Callifon with new eyes, as if seeing the eldest daughter of the tyrant again.
His attitude softened quickly.
"Okay, Andos. Will you set the time?"
Morse suddenly said: "I will set the time. In one month, you will be welcome to the workshop where we are now. Please. Bring the work of Prince Andros."
His eyes stayed on Perturabo's face, and his smile was as warm as ever: "I hope to see the finished product of your original work by then, Perturabo. Turabo. It has made me curious for a long time. "
I can only speak a thousand words per hour, so I can't do it...
(End of this chapter)