Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 298 Painting

If Emrys had remained silent, it would have been better. His words only served to further fuel Emmett’s dissatisfaction. Is it just a painting? How could it possibly blind me? What nonsense are you spouting? I will look at it, and you can’t stop me!

With determination, Emmett took the initiative and moved closer.

To his surprise, nothing bad happened.

As he looked at the paper, he saw a beautifully sketched owl. The strokes were minimal, yet the image was incredibly vivid.

Emmett remarked, “This is the work of Mr. Emerentius. I didn’t expect him to be such a young lad. I must admit, you’re quite impressive, but you’re exaggerating.”

Emrys, who was indeed the renowned Emerentius, would have normally surprised Emmett upon learning this secret. However, with the Ginger family facing a crisis, he had no time to concern himself with who was a prodigious master of calligraphy and painting.

Alastair furrowed his brows and asked, “Young man, does this painting of yours have any connection to the difficulties our Ginger family is currently facing?”

Could it be that this young man came here just to showcase his talent in calligraphy and painting? If that was indeed the case, then it could only be said that it was utterly inappropriate and showed a complete lack of understanding!

Emrys gave a mysterious smile and said, “Old man, open your uncultured eyes wide, focus on the owl’s eyes, look closely, and feel it with your heart.”

Alastair suspiciously shifted his gaze, focusing on the owl’s eyes.

After three seconds, an aura of unparalleled terror burst forth from the owl’s eyes. It felt as if two colossal beasts had suddenly leaped from the tranquil surface of a lake, stirring up thousands of ripples.

That aura pierced into Alastair’s eyes, striking his heart. It felt as if there was an unreachable barrier within him, which shattered with a single snap.

With a sudden jolt, Alastair’s b*dy collided with the corner of the table. Yet, there was no trace of pain on his face. Instead, it was filled with unparalleled ecstasy, immense excitement, and boundless exhilaration.

“Young man… No, Mr. Lund, I thank you for bestowing upon me this great fortune!” Tears streamed down Alastair’s aged face.

With silver hair cascading down to his waist, Alastair gave a deep bow of nearly ninety degrees to Emrys. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Beside them, Emmett looked utterly bewildered. He wanted to follow Emrys‘ method and stare into the owl’s eyes. However, he saw Alastair suddenly straighten up and close the painting.

“Your cultivation level is inflicient. Seeing it would only blind your unworthy eyes,” said Alastair.

Emmett was completely taken aback. How could even myfather say such a thing?

At that moment, Emrys spoke up. “Old man, I’ll leave the painting with you. I’ll be outside, waiting for your good news.”

“Indeed, thank you, Mr. Lund…” Alastair spoke humbly. But as he turned his head, he sternly reprimanded Emmett, “Remember, treat Mr. Lund with the utmost respect. If I find out you’ve slighted

him in the slightest, I’ll come back and knock your head off.”

Emmett’s head was buzzing, and his heart was overwhelmed with shock. He had never seen his father so agitated, excited, and out of character before. What exactly was hidden within Emrys‘ painting?

Upon arriving at the main hall, Emmett personally brewed coffee and poured water, attentively serving Emrys. At the same time, he curiously asked, “Um, Mr. Lund, could you tell me what exactly happened just now?”

He wouldn’t have dared to show any disrespect towards Emrys.

Furthermore, even his father addressed Emrys with great politeness. How could he possibly dare to call Emrys by his name or refer to him as “young man?” He could only address Emrys with the utmost

respect.

Emrys picked up his coffee, took a sip, and said, “This isn’t really a secret, so there’s no harm in telling you. Let me ask you, how long has your father been stuck as a Manifestor?”

After considering for a moment, Emmett said, “I can’t remember the exact duration, but it’s been several decades. He himself admitted that his cultivation has remained unchanged over these decades.”

“That’s correct,” Emrys chuckled, adding, “In that painting, I incorporated a certain force, a force that would help him break through his cultivation level.”

The moment Emrys first saw Alastair, he recognized the issue within him. Alastair was just one step away from success. However, sometimes, the final step could truly be a stumbling block. Like Alastair, who hadn’t been able to take that step for decades.