Chapter 756 Who Dares Call Me A Fraud

This time, the unkempt man didn’t push the brush away. Instead, he accepted it with a

nod.

Just like before, the crowd hushed, their anticipation palpable in the air.

But unlike his previous display of wild fervor, he now embodied the epitome of concentration, his every stroke deliberate, every line filled with purpose.

As time ticked by, the initially raucous and skeptical crowd began to fall silent, their disdain giving way to rapt attention.

They were all staring, eyes wide, mouths agape at the unfolding masterpiece before them.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the canvas was already half–filled. Even to the untrained eye, it was clear the man was painting an “Eagle on a Tree.”

What was more, he had somehow captured that distinctive artistic conception synonymous with Emerentius‘ work.

This was no small feat, considering the complexity and uniqueness of Emerentius‘ style.

eerie silence had

unbothered by

half hour slipped by, and finally, the man ceased

focused solely on the central part of the drawing paper leaving the periphery. untouched.

he had rendered a complete

Tree.”

challenged, his voice cutting through the stunned silence

of the revelation, was

Is indeed Mr. Emerentius!

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clap, clap,

broke out, a spontaneous symphony of admiration and

crowd’s perception of the unkempt man transformed in an

And now, here we

I’ve never doubted it for a second. Mr. Emerentius‘ artistic essence is unmistakable.

were nothing more than jesters, completely oblivious to the true essence of art. The first painting was a clear reflection of the master’s stream of consciousness. You were all blind not

Emerentius, would you consider selling the clothes you’re wearing? Their natural

man, began to openly express their newfound respect and

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