Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 489

Chapter 489 Lanci's painting for Sigrid

In this isolated space, the majestic lintel stands, and all kinds of mysterious antiques and paintings hang quietly on the walls, as if they contain a story that spans time and space.

There were only two people, Lanqi and Sigrid, which made the space of hundreds of square meters seem extremely spacious.

Lanchi looked at Sigrid who was sleeping.

Behind the main seat, there are glass bottles and jars arranged, from amber wine glasses to famous wines as clear as water. They reflect the light of noon, making the woman in the center look extremely dazzling.

Lanci walked to the easel, moved it slightly, and sat not far from her, in a corner of the library, near the window.

These painting tools may have always been in Sigrid's home, or of course, they may have been prepared for them in advance by Gloria, the direct soldier.

"Meow."

 The cat boss stayed on the ground, watching Lan Qi draw as he usually did while waiting for him to make cards.

It rarely dares to get so close to Lanqi.

 A paintbrush in this guy's hands will always turn into a heavy firearm.

Seeing Lan Qi painting so quietly made Boss Cat a little uncomfortable.

Moreover, can he really draw?

It has been with Lan Qi for so long, but he has never seen him draw it seriously.

Lanci stared at the brush in his hand, as if communicating silently with it.

“I never thought that one day I would use you to paint.”

Lan Qi finally sighed softly.

Boss Cat wanted to say something but held back.

 “Okay, let's start showing off.”

Lanci smiled and talked to himself, composed the picture, started writing, and looked at the figure in the distance with eyes full of respect and reverence.

Looking back on every day he spent with Sigrid over the past two months, Lan Qi smiled a lot.

 He was rarely serious, and every stroke seemed to tell a story between them.

Although I have never drawn Sigrid once.

 But even without looking up at her sleeping face, her appearance is already captured in the painting.

 In this warm spring afternoon, Sigrid was sleeping peacefully on the main seat.

 Lanci picked up the skills that were almost unfamiliar, with a free smile on his lips, and painted Sigrid wholeheartedly.

 She looked like a queen, elegant and serene.

Lan Qi sat across from her, watching her sleep quietly, not wanting to disturb this rare tranquility.

　　It seems like I have returned to the time of escaping on the endless winter snowfield. One person is sleeping and the other is watching, and the flow of time has become extremely slow.

It was a long journey with no end in sight. Although they could not see any trace of the future, they were never afraid.

 The clock hands are ticking.

 The cat owner who was waiting on the side gradually blinked his eyes in surprise and opened his cat's mouth.

By the time the slanting golden afternoon sun shines through the window and ripples appear in the museum, Lanci's painting has almost taken shape.

"good."

 Lanci smiled and completed the last detail.

 He hung the brush and admired the painting.

It turns out that if you draw it carefully, it will be different and it will look much better.

"Meow meow?!"

　　Muffled exclamations sounded from the side, and Boss Cat glared at Lan Qi.

The cat boss didn't dare to wake Sigrid, and he really didn't expect that Lan Qi could draw such a painting!

After Lanci finished his painting, he put down the brush and glanced at Sigrid, who was still sleeping on the high-backed chair.

 She was so peaceful in her sleep, as if all her troubles and worries were far away.

Lanci bent down, carefully picked up the cat boss, gently walked around the drawing board, walked past Sigrid, and looked back at her.

 The cat boss moved slightly in his arms.

 “Okay, Boss Cat, it's time to go.”

Lanchi petted the cat boss and took him out of Sigrid's collection.

 The minute hand almost turned around, and there seemed to be another bell ringing in Sigrid's collection.

Her eyelids trembled slightly, she woke up in this spring afternoon and slowly opened her eyes.

 As if I had had a long dream.

 A comfortable dream.

 After suddenly waking up, I still have faint memories.

 “Sleep for a long time.”

Sigrid looked at the clock and stretched, feeling comfortable all over.

 She got up and walked towards the entrance hall.

Probably Gloria is coming, and she will be here with the program team of the Herrom Broadcasting Company.

 Their purpose was to interview Sigrid and see her collection of art.

 Opening the door, she saw her direct soldier Gloria standing outside the door, with a group of people behind her.

 “Your Majesty, our guests from Helrom Broadcasting Company are here.”

Gloria introduced Sigrid respectfully.

The leading guest did not need to be introduced by Gloria. Sigrid knew that Leola Franklin, the current host of the Protos national program "Helrom Evening Show", was interviewed by Rocky McCarthy. The show is hosted by her.

 “Welcome, Miss Leola.”

Sigrid shook hands with Leola and led the program team in.

“I have admired Bishop Sigrid for a long time. If possible, I would also like to invite you and Mr. Rocky McCarthy to participate in the "Herrom Evening Show".

“Hmph, that will probably take a long time. After all, he is busier than me.”

 The two of them were chatting while visiting the collection. Even though she had just woken up, Sigrid still showed her composure.

 In this space full of art and culture, a communication about beauty, history and personal taste is about to begin.

Even Leola was struck by the majesty and beauty of the collection, capturing every detail.

Under the leadership of Sigrid, they began to explore the collection, shuttled between collections and antiques, and chatted from time to time. Sigrid explained and answered Leola's questions in detail with a friendly and peaceful attitude. .

 “Why is there an easel there? It looks like a painting that has just been completed?”

When Leola walked through the main hall of the collection, she immediately noticed the easel on one side by the window.

 “Guess who painted it?”

Sigrid couldn't help but smile.

She was sleeping so soundly that she was woken up by the doorbell just now and didn't even have time to look at the painting.

But at the beginning, I wanted everyone to take a look at Rocky McCarthy's paintings.

 “Oh? Could it be that...”

Leola's curiosity was aroused, and she walked over with a bit of surprise and expectation, and the camera crew also followed her footsteps.

 When they faced the easel, they were all stunned and speechless.

Leola, who has more than ten years of hosting experience, was staring at the painting and could not react.

For a long time, their expressions were uplifted and they all gave out heartfelt praises.

Sigrid was a little confused, wondering why Leola reacted like this.

She glanced at Gloria, who was following the program crew. Gloria was also obviously confused, as if asking: Bishop, didn't you watch it yourself?

Sigrid then quickly walked around to the side where she could see the painting clearly.

 Until this painting comes into view.

　　It seems as if the whole world is illuminated with colorful colors.

 Sigrid was completely stunned.

The woman on the canvas is tall and tall, with long light-colored hair hanging behind her waist. Her eyes are like stars shining in the night sky, and like violets blooming in spring. Her innate aura is the same. The only queen in this world.

His domineering and calm eyes are like a sharp sword that can pierce the opponent's heart in the clear and translucent lake water.

but.

 There was an indescribable softness in her eyes.

Even without asking, the Roma would have guessed that this painting was given to Sigrid by Rocky McCarthy.

 Because this is Sigrid in Rocky's eyes, and it is only in front of Rocky that Sigrid becomes like this—

 She was born to be the center of attention, but she only cared about you.

 【Portrait·Dedicated to Archbishop Sigrid】

  【Type: Artwork】

  【Level: Epic】

  【Rank: 1】

　　【Creatures who admire this painting will recover a small amount of mental and physical strength, and their respect for the bishop in the portrait will increase. There is a chance that the upper limit of the trace physical strength attribute will be permanently increased, only once. 】

Helrom South Station, as the sun sets in the west, the station hall is busy and full of energy.

The dome is soaring, supporting a huge curtain wall-like building structure. On the crystal screen that can be seen every other way, programs of the Herrom Broadcasting Company are being shown.

People hurriedly shuttled, some dragging their suitcases, and some checking the tickets in their hands, filled with the rush of the journey and the anticipation of the journey.

Lan Qi led three friends on the road to the concourse level and walked towards the platform level.

I don't know when it started. Discussions gradually started in the station hall. More and more people looked up at the screen, their expressions full of surprise, causing a brief chaos in the station hall.

The light from the screen casts shadows of light and dark in the surrounding space, attracting the attention of passing passengers.

Their eyes were firmly attracted by the paintings that suddenly appeared on the screen.

This painting seems to have touched the heartstrings of everyone, whether it is the passengers in a hurry or the staff at the station, they are all moved by the look of the person in the painting.

 “Wow, isn't this Miss Sigrid? Who painted it!”

 Antanas was the first to notice the movement, dropped his suitcase, and ran over to look at the nearest crystal screen.

“Wait a minute, didn't Wang just go to see Miss Sigrid...”

 Sinora murmured, becoming surprised.

Pranai also noticed something was wrong and stared at Lanchi.

 Lanqi smiled slightly and didn't say much.

 He looked at the painting on the screen, but not at the painting, but at the person in the corner of the screen.

 “Wow, Wang, you are so bold.”

Antanas ran back and shook the cat boss in his hand, shouting in surprise.

Now I'm afraid the whole Herrom can see who painted this painting!

“Okay, okay, it's time to go, otherwise you'll miss the magic rail train to Lilomu City.”

 Lanqi dragged his suitcase and walked forward.

 “Do you have any other works?”

Pranay walked beside Lanchi and asked curiously, his eyes focused more on him.

“There is another random painting, which is completely incomparable to this one.”

Lan Qi thought about the picture at home, shook his head and smiled.

Pranay seemed to understand instantly who was in the painting.

 In fact, in Pranay's impression, Thalia has always been a very cold demon princess.

 For some reason, when she came to Wang, she seemed to have turned into a comedian.

 Forget it, it would be rude to think about it any more. You will understand after you go back with the king and see Thalia.

 (End of this chapter)

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