Chapter 153: Art Exhibition (2600 Add-on)

September 25th.

33 Golden Rose Street.

Aaron dismantled the ritual and gazed at a set of brand-new bullets.

The surface of the grayish-brown bullets was engraved with a multitude of strange, twisted patterns; the bullet heads were oval-shaped, featuring pitch-black cracks like lightning.

These were the "Parasite Bullets" he had crafted using the pollution previously extracted from Nicholas; excluding the failed attempts, four remained.

"The effect is about what I estimated. Intense pollution combined with parasite eggs... the power should be comparable to the 'Evil Spirit Curse Bullet', so that Roberts' strength is close to Aokelaier's evil spirit..."

Aaron took out his Zoulun, loaded two Radiant Bullets, two Pollution Bullets, one Evil Spirit Bullet, and one Parasite Bullet in sequence, then tucked the firearm into his waistband.

Aaron gave an order, and the carriage set off immediately.

The dark red door was extremely realistic; one could seemingly see the wood grain on it clearly. The door was half-open, and from within, a mysterious light source seemed about to overflow...

William Mark exclaimed in admiration: "Mr. Suoluo is a realist painter, but although this 'Door' is extremely realistic and reveals a profound foundation in sketching, that darkness and light source give me a mysterious, abstract feeling..."

After looking around, William Mark wore a puzzled expression: "On such an important day, why haven't I seen Sisifu Suoluo?"

"I can lower the price, just 15 Pounds..." Xilin squeezed out a smile: "It's nothing major, just being approached by a strange department, something called the Content Censorship Department... I have never heard of such a department within Glamorgan Field."

William Mark and Aaron walked into the art exhibition together and saw gentlemen and ladies in decent attire standing before the oil paintings, offering constant critiques.

'However, the resources I need now cannot be bought with just a few Pounds... Truly calculated, it would take at least over a thousand Pounds!'

Aaron also revealed a smile.

"What is the reason?" William Mark was immediately somewhat dissatisfied.

Xilin was an oil painting merchant who had invited many gentlemen and ladies of high society to host this art exhibition.

William Mark introduced the two parties.

William Mark was very talkative and seemed to have a deep study of oil paintings: "Painter Suoluo has the potential to become a master; Xilin is quite lucky this time..."

"Mr. Xilin's art exhibition, William Mark had already made an appointment before..."

William Mark looked somewhat listless, but still stepped forward enthusiastically to shake hands with Aaron.

Finally, he stopped before an oil painting titled 'Door'.

"Do you like this painting too?"

Aaron silently complained in his heart and walked out the door.

'Now, even if he finds the most powerful diviner, he won't be able to find it back...'

"Mr. Xilin is a merchant who understands marketing very well. The genius painter he is promoting this time is named Sisifu Suoluo. Judging from the colors, lines, and space of these works... I think the other party's painting art is quite good, especially in terms of lines. Look at this line, it perfectly divides the ratio of the figures and the scenery, following the golden principle..."

His voice lowered, but he did not lie; after all, this news would spread soon, and lying was meaningless.

Aaron thought for a moment and felt it was indeed not expensive, and since it involved the Mysterious, it was a perfect opportunity to meet Sisifu and make contact with another mysterious circle.

"Thank you for your appreciation; if Sisifu knew, he would certainly be very happy."

"Mr. Mark, it is truly great to see you recovered."

"I was truly unfortunate; I bumped my head at the Auction House. My friend, Doctor Hannibal, told me this was a very dangerous situation... Fortunately, after taking his medicine, I have recovered quite well."

This art exhibition could also be considered a declaration of the other party's return to the social circle.

Aaron calculated inwardly: 'It is better to obtain the Dream Realm Positioning Method from Liliyat, and then go search for it myself; that is more reliable...'

Aaron muttered to himself in his heart.

He had a vague suspicion that Sisifu Suoluo was very likely an Extraordinary, and perhaps even used some mysterious techniques while creating this oil painting.

If someone was not dressed smartly or was wearing ill-fitting clothes, the guards at the entrance would stop them directly.

Immediately, he put on a formal suit over his white shirt and placed the box containing the 'Green Forest Ring of Power' in his pocket.

Xilin's expression instantly became unnatural, and he pulled a white handkerchief from his bosom to wipe away non-existent sweat: "Just when I was about to leave today, Sisifu suddenly encountered some matters and was invited by Glamorgan Field for an investigation..."

"Aaron, let me introduce you; this is Mr. Xilin!"

"Mr. Yugesi, would you like to purchase this 'Door'?" Xilin smiled very kindly: "Only 20 Pounds, this is a friendly price from me!"

When Aaron arrived at the art exhibition, he even saw a carriage bearing an aristocratic crest parked there; the crest on it looked somewhat familiar.

Aaron was noncommittal and wandered in front of the oil paintings.

"This can be considered fully armed; even if the Investigation Bureau besieged me, I could force my way out..."

Aaron actually did not understand oil painting, let alone the schools of art produced in this world.

He could only generally confirm that this painter leaned toward a realistic style through some landscapes and portraits.

'Slightly off; it gives one the feeling of viewing a Secret Transmission, but it is very faint... even fainter than the "Song of the Worker Insect".'

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a formal suit, with gray curly hair and a slightly chubby round face, walked over.

After the last Auction House event, William Mark had contracted a migraine problem and had been treating it with the help of a private doctor, rarely going out to attend events.

This was good; he could not appreciate things that were too abstract.

On a canvas that exceeded 3 feet in both length and width, only a dark red door was depicted, with dense darkness surrounding it.

At the entrance, the coachman Ramiz had long been waiting. Seeing him come out, he immediately took off his hat and bowed: "Good day, Young Master!"

After recalling carefully, he immediately remembered: 'Isn't that the carriage of the unlucky Lord Rake? His auction item has already been destroyed by me and turned into an Evil Spirit Curse Bullet...'

However, for Aaron, these were nothing.

Just then, a fellow dressed like a servant hurried into the art exhibition and whispered a few words in Xilin's ear.

'If I don't count the mysterious resources, even relying solely on the contributions from the Iron Fist Gang would be enough to maintain my high-society life...'

Anyway, Green Forest was his territory; if he wanted money, he could go "collect taxes".

Within the darkness, there was a tiny bit of azure light, like stars, yet it gave one a sense of a whirlpool like the ocean.

He sat in the four-wheeled carriage, leaning against the soft velvet cushions, and Ramiz's voice came to his ears: "Where to today?"

"You've come, my friend!"

After hearing this, the corners of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly: 'Could it be that he has been targeted by the Investigation Bureau? Hmm, this is truly highly likely...'

Hmm, on the advice of the head maid, he had already long-term rented a carriage, along with the coachman Ramiz, spending quite a few Pounds for it.

The atmosphere inside the gallery was relatively quiet, and the occasional sound of conversation was also very low.

Aaron saw that Xilin's expression first held a hint of ecstasy amidst the shock, then immediately turned sorrowful, and he announced loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen... I bring you unfortunate news, our young genius painter—Sisifu Suoluo has unfortunately passed away, may the Holy Spirit receive his soul!"

After a pause, he said earnestly to Aaron and William: "The 'Gate' costs 50 Pounds, believe me, it will appreciate in value very soon!"

(End of this chapter)