Take Taobao with you to another world

Chapter 298 Uncle Wen Qing's One Day

Bright sunlight shines in from high windows, casting colorful shadows of stained glass on the flat floor tiles, beams interlaced on the towering dome, thick brass chains hang from the beams, and huge suspended light bulbs are as clear as The air, the smooth and perfect surface can almost reflect the faces looking up from below.

Watari retracted his gaze, and his eyes fell on the stage in front of him. From the perspective of art, at least from an aesthetic point of view, this stage was lacklustre. The aristocrats and gentlemen in the manor, or ordinary people in that distant empire like legends, have probably never seen such a pure, beautiful and huge man-made crystal. If it can be transported and sold, it will definitely cause a frenzy , However, these should be very precious creations, like wood and stone, are used in life by those who create them as ordinary materials, from daily utensils to lamps, and even the floor that people step on.

On both sides of this crystal stage, two stairs extend upwards, leading to the railing corridor that surrounds the entire auditorium above. The fresh breeze blows in from the external terrace, stirring the quiet air inside the new building. Vatali squinted slightly With his eyes closed, he likes the sunshine and the soft wind, but he also likes this smell, which is the special smell after stone powder, steel and wood are precipitated together. It is cold, dry, and lifeless, but it makes him feel safe and satisfied.

In this safety and contentment, he could feel the dead hope being revived.This is the first time in his decades of life that he participated in the construction of a beautiful building from beginning to end, and left his own traces, no matter how long they can exist, they cannot be expected by his past self.He looked at the drawing board in front of him and picked up the pen.

Although this kind of calm is not exclusive to him, while he is painting, there are workers moving building materials, cleaning corners, and some people just hang out, observing the new auditorium that is about to be used. There are very few such people during meal time.In this region where the ruler is extremely lenient, there are almost no people who can relax, including children, everyone is busy consciously or unconsciously, it is not that no one has left their position, and those people are not Whipped and branded for it, as his past masters had done, those who were lazy and dereliction of duty were punished with tenderness, as if visceral shame did more than sheer pain.

Wattali doesn't have much free time either. No matter in the past or now, he is not an important person. During the short period of time as a slave, the son of the nobleman he promised to protect has died of illness. He is almost Accepting this fact calmly, now he is just enjoying their vacation just like the builders of this auditorium.The brushstrokes rustled on the paper, and Watari suddenly felt something. He stopped writing and raised his head alertly.

The person's footsteps were silent, and after seeing the iconic short silver hair, Watari didn't wonder why his instinct was touched. "Sorcerer"... That adult is completely unlike an existence that can appear in reality, and the characters who are loyal to him and surround him are also very outstanding and dazzling, even if it is only in terms of appearance.And this Captain Takla——

Vatali tied his hands, turned around, and respectfully saluted him directly: "Good afternoon, my lord."

Takla looked at him and smiled.

Vatali straightened up as if being whipped by a thin whip.

The silver-haired young man's footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and his movements and expressions were a little lazy. Although there was a distance between Vataly and him that would not make him so oppressed when he stopped, seeing his eyes on the drawing board, this A little distance is no hindrance to this character at all.

"What are you drawing?" Takla asked in an amused tone, using a lingua franca that Vattali was more fluent in.

Watari searched for the words, "religious paintings."

"'Religious painting'?" Takla said. "Is that 'Apostle', and... 'Pope'?"

He turned to look at Watari.

"...Yes." Watari said with some difficulty, "Your vision is really good."

Takla laughed again, his facial features were not purely handsome, some indescribable things made him like some people, not many people could notice their appearance when getting along.Even when he is smiling, Takla's eyes give people a premonition of danger as if a murder weapon is at his side. To an old man like Watari, this young man is more like a huge beast in human skin. Even now He has been considered gentle towards him, and Vatali still remembers the true face of this man he saw by chance.

It was an unsettling nightmare.

Takla walked towards the painting, and within a step, his sight started from the black, white and gray lake water, followed the footprints of the group of angels with wings on their backs, and finally stopped on the topmost figure.The clear water of the lake reflects the ruined palace, and most of the envoys in their long robes have their backs to the screen. Only one or two of them can vaguely see their handsome profiles. They are walking along the steps, and the wide steps seem to turn upwards, but they collapse in mid-air Breaking, at the top of the slanted colonnade, at the place where the steps to the sky were suspended, the man was wearing a cloak and a hood, with no discernible figure or face, looking up at the sky.

There are no wings behind him, but it seems to be shrouded in light.

Takla looked at this painting for a while, drawing with pencils seems to illustrate a certain attitude of the author, and many details appear rough, but as one of the mediums to express human emotions, the content of the painting has already expressed quite a lot of content.Watari waited in unease and unfounded fear—he believed he would not be treated horribly for painting, but was still terrified, until he heard Takla laugh.

"Childish. False. Twisted fantasy," he said.

Watari breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, you are right."

Takla turned to face him, and Watari instinctively lowered his head again.

"Let another one come, he'll say that," Takla said. "I find it funny, though. Please hold your head up, 'Master' Watari."

After that word was spit out, Watari had to force himself to raise his head. He didn't want to face those amber eyes that were almost golden, but there was a kind of power that made him have to face it.

Takla looked at him with a gentle expression, "I provide the canvas, the paint and the reward, please turn it into a real painting."

No matter from which aspect, Watari could not refuse this request.He carefully took the painting off the drawing board and put it in the painting tube that he carried with him. Takla has been watching his movements, which made him very nervous, but in the tension, Watari also felt a little confused: in this kind of At that time, the duty and status of this adult should not allow him to be so idle, why does he still stay here?

"I'm waiting for the kids," Takla said, squinting.

He didn't wait too long, those of them who had been taught by "that" magician always grasped the time very accurately, before Vatali left, those "children" had already poured in from outside the auditorium, and they became In groups, orc children are with orc children, and human children are with human children. The team is messy but orderly. Takla walked forward, and Vatali watched him take a few steps. When he stopped, those children gathered in front of him like an ant colony or a stream of water.

Then they lined up neatly, like rows of pruned young trees, even their heads were carefully arranged.Although the ears and clothes of orc children are very different from those of human children, they have a lot in common than before. At least in the past, Vatali would not imagine them standing there, but no one is the master. Who is from the picture.

He retreated silently to the edge of the auditorium, but he didn't want to leave yet.His already starting to fail eyes had a hard time making out the rows of faces, but he could make out the familiar brilliant blond hair.When he was still in Sachel, he had accepted the boy's request to take his sister to a secluded pond to take a bath because of the pharmacist's anti-epidemic medicine. Before she came out from behind the reeds, he Saw the blond hair shining in the sun.When he still had status and status, he praised all the beauty of women, but when he saw such a cute little beauty in his dark life, all he could say was sigh.

Who would have thought of such a twist of fate?

The team soon disbanded, and they stood together again in groups of three or five, with clear boundaries. Several children gathered in the middle, holding the paper they got from the silver-haired captain, headed by a black-haired girl, and they discussed After a while, a decision was finally made.After the discussion, they went in different directions, gathered their companions together again, and they started to work.

Some people walked to the outside of the auditorium, and some people walked to the stage. Watari watched these young figures scattered everywhere, measuring, marking, and carrying them. Clumsy even, but full of life, they are doing their duty with all their heart, and no one should think of what they are doing now as drudgery. These children are protected and educated in this land. Labor pays off this protection -- but it's not a deal.

A large number of tables and chairs were moved in, arranged in rows at precise intervals, and a red curtain was spread behind the stage. It was not made of cloth, but it looked very good.Because of their inexperience, it took them a lot of time to do the work, the back and forth adjustments, and the good and bad exchanges—between human children and orcs.Vatali watched their efforts, from standing aside to being invited to a bench, the sun went from one end to the other, Takla had already left, excluding Vatali, he left only two Adults give children the necessary guidance.

After everything was finished, a few wooden barrels were brought in. Even at a distance, he could smell the fragrance of the stewed soft beans after adding a lot of sugar. The children happily surrounded them, some Crowded and somewhat chaotic, but everyone got their share.When they were looking for a place to sit down, one of the instructors also walked towards Watari with two bowls.

"Good afternoon." The other party greeted him.

"Hello." Watari responded cautiously in their own language.

The man sat down in front of him and pushed one of the large bowls towards him, and no matter how many times he experienced it, Watari had a hard time getting used to their natural sharing, and this... habit of discussing business while eating .

"Today's sweet soup is a bit thick." The other party started a little bluntly, and then said the next words very smoothly, "The captain said that you participated in the construction of this auditorium, and you drew those glass patterns, and you have After obtaining the qualifications of teachers, will you teach them to draw in the future?"

It took Watari a moment to understand this passage, he nodded, "Yes."

"You've been watching them," said the other party, "you've been watching them all afternoon."

"...Yes." Watari said.

"They don't need to go back for the time being, and the evening classes won't start until dark at least." The other party said, "Before that, the captain said that if you didn't refuse, you can take them first."

Watari didn't know that the dangerous young man had arranged such a job for him, even though he accepted his other commission, but the young man is not here now, Watari hesitated, "I, I don't know what should I do……"

"You are a teacher." The other party said in a relaxed tone, "They have nothing to do. After a while, we will call them together, and you can give them a lesson. You don't need to teach anything, you You can just talk to them, or you can take them out, as long as you don't let them wander."

It seemed to Watari that he was talking about how to herd sheep.However, when he actually faced the classroom prepared for him by the two instructors and faced the eyes of those children concentrating on him, he still felt nervous. The sweet soup he drank before seemed to come from his sandy tongue. As the flow went away, he coughed twice involuntarily, stood still, hesitated for a while, then walked aside under their puzzled eyes, and moved his drawing board over.

Vatali opened the bracket behind the drawing board and placed it on the surface of the long table. He sat down opposite them, adjusted his breathing, and glanced at the blond girl sitting at the forefront, and he spoke slowly.

"My children, before I became a teacher, I was a slave," he said. "Earlier, I lived in a country far from here, and the capital was by the sea."

He uses the lingua franca inside this settlement, the language from "that adult" that can lead to power, so he speaks very slowly, but even so slowly, it is difficult for at least half of the children to understand what he is saying. say what.He fixed a painting drawn from the painting tube on the drawing board.On the first day he got the paint and paper, the first picture he drew was his hometown.

"Most of the buildings are white, and there is a lot of rain for two months a year. I think it is beautiful, and many people think it is beautiful." Watari said, "There are many nobles living here, one of them... He paused for a moment, "Once was my master. Then he died, and someone got everything from him, and sold us on board. The young and strong slaves were sold quickly, and we old, weak , the sick ones were sent to the north, to the orc empire."

He glanced at the young girl again. If she and her elder brother hadn't been infected with the "disease" at that time - implicated by the little trick he used to preserve the last bit of blood in that family, they should have been sold to the east.

"Less than half of them have made it here."

The number of people who can live to the present is less than half of the original.But Wattali's summary of his past was over, and he took out another painting.

"Then, one day, while I was resting in the haystack behind the cattle pen, I heard a news." He said, "A man of great power came to the Sasheer tribe. He was black and black. Eyes, falling from the sky."

While this short lesson was going on, a group of people crossed Huckle's territory, crossed the bridge, and came to Sasheer's original place.The working group who had been waiting there every day received them and settled down the team mainly composed of young orcs, and found that the place was almost the same as the rumors said—whether it was the buildings, the food, or the attitudes of werewolves and humans. The orcs, who were both excited and somewhat disturbed, told the working group one thing. Behind them, a huge team was about to arrive.

Wells knocked on the door of Takla's office with the recently compiled information.

There was a slight cracking sound, something fell behind the door, and then the door opened. Takla, who was sitting behind the desk, flicked his wrist, and the blade and chain wrapped around the doorknob drew an arc in the air, and returned to him. hand.He still holds a pen in his left hand.

Wells walked up to his desk.