Your Highness, Don’t Be Like This - Chapter 748

On the way, the two young ladies looked at the people passing by to say hello, and kept smiling and politely responding.

They really don’t understand how things got like this today.

And, where the **** is this…

If it is said that this is a holy place, the two young ladies will believe it. After all, space-time coordinates don’t lie.

If it is said that the people here are all brought in by that kid. The two ladies also believed it. After all, it is impossible for these people to grow out of nothing here.

But how did so many people get in?

Moreover, why does this place look like a fortress of gods and demons?

At this point, Louie was stopped by several yordles wearing red hard hats. The two ladies also stopped and looked at the group.

Louie seems to respect these yordles. Judging from his title, these people seem to be senior engineers who are in charge of renovations. However, they were holding brushes and paints in their hands, and what they were discussing with Louis was also a mural not far away.

Many painters are standing on the hangers in front of the frescoes painting this magnificent masterpiece.

The two young ladies could see that this wall was originally a door in a corridor, but the corridor was blocked by engineers at this time. After the building was dead, for the sake of beauty, the wizards painted this mural on the wall at the request of the boss.

But the content of the painting is very different from the simple style of the fortress of the gods and demons, which makes the two young ladies unable to appreciate it. Because the painting looks too abstract, similar to Van Gogh’s artwork, and somewhat surreal.

In other words, the content in the mural is simply graffiti coded by mosaics.

For a moment, the two young ladies recalled the oil painting in the Temple of the Sun at the same time. Then, Miss Katerina looked at Miss Louise in surprise, while Miss Sun shook her head.

To be honest, Miss Sun was also very suspicious of whether this was the gate of time and space just now. But she has now thrown away the idea. Because the oil painting in the Temple of the Sun looks like a painting, but it is actually a super magic circle associated with the whole broken land.

The painters are also great wizards gathered from all over the world by the sun **** – all the famous time and space wizards.

But the murals here are ordinary murals, the paints used are ordinary paints, and the painters are also Muggles recruited by goblins from all over the world.

Miss Sun suddenly felt a little ridiculous at her own thoughts – if they were the ones who opened the gate of the Holy Land for Louis, then what was the gate that she spent so many years drawing?

Look at what the group of painters said – from Louis’s conversations with these painters, Miss Sun can see that these painters do not understand magic at all, but they are there in front of the most magical person in the world (Louis). In front of you, rhetoric.

Look at the embarrassed and polite smile on the man’s face – those painters not only corrected Louis’ ‘wrong theory’, but also said that the world’s first magician was not Louis, but a man named ‘Bell’. Man’s guy.

Because Bellman knows more about drawing than Louis – the picture book is a magical language, how can a real magician not know how to draw?

Obviously, this magician named Louis can’t even distinguish the paint.

What’s more obvious is that these painters have never been exposed to any magic in their lives.

Hearing this, even Miss Katerina, who was suspicious of those oil paintings at first, became impatient.

The smile on Louis’ face became more polite.

“Cough, let’s go.” Louis showed an embarrassed but polite smile to the painters for the last time, and greeted Helen and the two young ladies to leave.

Katerina rolled her eyes and followed Louis. Miss Sun also shook her head, completely lost interest in the mural, and followed the person in front.

Amidst the misfortune, Miss Sun glanced back at the mural once again. Vaguely, she found that the fresco that seemed to be coded, seemed to become a little clearer.

She couldn’t see what was in the painting because the paint on the mural was really abstract. But on a wall not far ahead that was not completely painted, there was a complete sketch—the content in the sketch seemed to be a corridor.

Suddenly, Miss Sun looked around. In this huge fortress, there were many painters drawing paintings on the walls in the construction area and the scaffolding.

These walls were originally supposed to be gates everywhere, but now they have become murals everywhere. On some of the frescoes, still unpainted, there are still complete sketches – some of the corridors, some of the halls, some of the sketches of beautiful gardens or castles.

The content in the sketch is lifelike, but the oil paintings drawn by the painters on the sketch are extremely abstract, like mosaics for those exquisite sketches.

But these mosaics are gradually becoming clear… When these murals are completely painted, will the walls become gates again?

And on the other side of the gate, what would it be?

Soon, they saw the gate that had been painted – it was a huge golden holy oak tree with a crown that covered the dome.

Around this big tree, it was stopped by a circle of ribbons – because there was a crazy painter who was drawing a tree hole on the trunk.

This tree hole is lifelike, and the crowd watching outside the streamer can even pass through the tree hole and see a row of bookshelves opposite the tree hole. Next to the bookshelf behind the tree hole, there is an open window.

Looking at this tree hole, the two young ladies hummed in their minds—in their eyes, the tree hole was constantly synchronizing with the time and space outside.

It’s like a revolving door that is spinning like crazy – it’s constantly opening and closing.

“Congratulations, Mr. Berman, our work has been completed.” Louis said with a smile.

“No, Louie, my friend. We didn’t make it. Even with the help of your time god’s scepter, we still couldn’t get it done…but anyway, thank you for having me at Holy Oak Let my little wish come true, although it’s not the holy oak…cough…cough…”

The painter didn’t lie, because a door that was madly revolved, and it was impossible for people to enter.

But the artist knows that he can only do it here. Because he’s running out of time – it seems he has a serious lung disease, and his body is already overwhelmed by the long hours of hard work.

Throwing away the paintbrush in his hand, the painter looked at the inaccessible hall in the tree hole, and coughed fiercely again—everyone’s efforts for so long were all in vain.

Shaking his head, Louis looked towards the hall outside the tree hole—everyone had already succeeded.

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