Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 313 Painting

The three of them finally stopped their discussion and continued walking along the street. Their first stop was the calligraphy and painting exhibition. According to Stokkov, the country of all races has extremely high requirements for the use of writing. Apart from artistic calligraphy and paintings, any notes, documents, or records are not allowed to be written in cursive script. The font must be as clear as possible so that anyone can easily and clearly recognize your writing.

Stokkov also said that when this "Law on Restricting the Public Use of Writing" was promulgated, the emperor of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races said the following: "The most fundamental purpose of writing is to transmit and record information. First, understand the most basic things. If you can't even understand this, don't try to do anything fancy! You can use writing for art, but don't put the cart before the horse. If you can't even understand the basic purpose of writing, then don't blame me for being ruthless. If you can't understand it, then don't bother trying!"

After hearing this, Xuan Yuan Mu Ze glanced at Agreed almost imperceptibly, but he wasn't surprised. After all, he seemed to have gotten used to the various inexplicable decrees issued by Agreed.

After viewing the calligraphy and paintings, the three of them went to the area for colored paintings, where many colorful and imaginative paintings were displayed. At this moment, Xuan Yuan Mu Ze suddenly stopped in front of a painting. It was a painting with blue as the main color, with swirling ripples and dozens of sparkling points of light like stars.

Stokoff saw Xuanyuan Muze pausing to admire the painting, so he leaned over and said with a smile, "Young man, you have quite the taste. This 'Dream Space' is the masterpiece of 'Marcini,' the universally acknowledged master painter of this planet. According to your timeline, this painting is over four hundred years old. It has always been regarded as the treasure of this museum. I never expected that you would like this painting."

Xuanyuan Muze nodded and said, "This painting is very similar in style to a painting master from my hometown, and the two share a similar aesthetic. I never imagined that there was such a great painting master on this planet."

Just then, a disheveled elf man walked over and excitedly grabbed Xuan Yuan Mu Ze's hand, saying, "Is there anyone in your hometown who painted this picture? Can you tell me about him?"

At this moment, Stukov quickly stepped forward and grabbed the elf man, saying, "Marcini, don't frighten Ethan's guest. You really are something. You always act like this when you talk about this painting, like you're crazy. You're over five hundred years old, can't you be a little more mature and composed? We're supposed to be artists, so don't be so rude."

Marcini broke free from Stokkov's grasp, then turned to look at him and said sarcastically, "Politeness? The word sounds so out of place coming from your mouth. You're just a muscular, rough guy who's always spouting 'interjections,' and you have the nerve to talk about me like that!"

Xuanyuan Muze looked at the elven man in front of him and asked Stukov with some disbelief, "This...could this be the painting master Marcini you just mentioned?! Didn't you say that painting is over four hundred years old?"

Before Stukov could reply, Marcini introduced himself: "Ah, my race is elves. Our race doesn't have any great abilities, but we are long-lived. As long as nothing unexpected happens, we can live for a thousand or eight hundred years without any problem. Some of my elven elders, if well cared for, can even live to be two thousand years old. So don't be surprised. I am still in my middle age and in my prime. But it's no wonder that according to your conventional thinking, you would immediately think that I have been buried for many years."

Xuanyuan Muze scratched his head and apologized somewhat guiltily, "I'm sorry, I really didn't know you were so...long-lived."

Marcini waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's alright, I'm used to it. Elves often cause quite a few laughs because of their longevity. By the way, could you tell me about the painter you mentioned earlier? I'd really like to know the story of that kindred spirit who resonates with me on a spiritual level."

Agreed watched this scene and muttered to himself, "A soulmate? You don't even know what the other person looks like. Goodness, you've already imagined a ten-year friendship in your head just because you share the same aesthetic sense? Sigh~, you really do develop some quirks if you live long enough."

Xuan Yuan Muze readily agreed to Marcini's request. Marcini grabbed Xuan Yuan Muze's hand and walked towards his own studio, calling out to Agrede and the others, "You two can look around on your own for now. I'll let you use your guest temporarily."

Upon hearing this, Stukov slapped his forehead in exasperation and muttered, "What the hell do you mean by 'use it'? Couldn't you just say 'treat them'?"

But before Stokkov could finish speaking, the two had already disappeared. Agreed walked over helplessly, patted Stokkov on the shoulder, and said, "Let's go, let's not just stand there like idiots. Let's go to the literature exhibition area and see if there are any good literary novels or something to pass the time this year."

"Okay, let's go."

……

In Marcini's studio on the other side

Xuanyuan Muze recounted everything he knew about the painter, and Marcini sighed and marveled at the painter's greatness.

"Do you know why I painted 'Other Dimension'?" After learning about the painter's life, Marcini suddenly asked Xuan Yuan Muze.

Xuan Yuan Mu Ze, unaware of the situation, replied, "I don't know, but I'm all ears."

Marcini took a deep breath and slowly said, "That year I was 111 years old. I had just come of age and began to travel to various planets using space portals. But I was unlucky that year. Normally, a space portal is inspected and maintained by a professional space mage every three years, and each use of these space portals is strictly protected. It can be said that the probability of space portal technology malfunctioning or causing accidents is extremely low. Looking at the history of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races over the past four thousand years, there have only been thirty-six accidents caused by space portal malfunctions, resulting in only nineteen deaths. I don't need to elaborate on what this means for a means of transportation with such a low failure rate over four thousand years."

I never thought I would ever encounter such bad luck in my life, but I never expected that something so rare would happen to me.

At the time, I was teleported to another planet through a dimensional portal when I encountered energy fluctuations in the universe. The teleportation was interrupted, and I was left stranded in the vast expanse of space.