Chapter 754 An Imposter

Sporting a rough beard and sideburns that seamlessly connected, he looked like someone for whom a shattered bowl laid out in front might suggest a life spent on the streets, begging for scraps.

Yet, instead of a broken bowl, what lay before him was an art booth adorned with paintings, an odd sight indeed.

This disheveled look wasn’t a sign of neglect; rather, it was his signature style, a declaration of unbridled freedom and creativity, making him the epitome of an artist’s spirit.

This very appearance made it all the more convincing to onlookers that he was none other than the renowned Emerentius.

Standing in line behind this untidy figure were men and women, showing their respect in silence.

One among them, a crew–cut man, stepped forward confidently and addressed the gathering, “Folks, let’s not be taken aback. Our Mr. Emerentius has always stood out with his unique charm.” He clarified, aiming to set the record straight regarding the artist’s unconventional appearance.

This prompted a wave of admiration from the crowd, affirming the idea that an artist’s worth transcends their outward look. They were celebrated for their intellectual pursuits and their ability to reach the pinnacle of thought.

remarkable,” the crowd murmured in agreement.

has ventured to Ylarora in search

met with

respectfully. inquired of the scruffy artist, “Mr. Emerentius are

uttering a single word, the unkempt man

man promptly instructed those standing behind him, “Mr.

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prepare the drawing

“Yes!”

a large, pale scroll, carefully ensuring its

the ink brush to Emerentius, the crew–cut man invited, “Mr.

“No need.”

the brush, instead taking a large swig

canvas before him, his presence commanding silence

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