Fission Potion

Locke nodded. "Fine, but I can't wait a week. I have a lot of magic paintings that need to be drawn. I need at least six basic magic paintings, and I may also need you to make magic painting traps and Magic Painting Maps."

"After that, depending on the situation, I may have even more requests."

Locke concealed his true needs amid a pile of optional demands.

"If you can't come over right away, I can only look for someone else."

"There should be plenty of Speed Painters here anyway."

The moment Elagabalus heard that, he got worked up. He clearly did not want to miss such a major project.

"Wait... wait..."

"I can put aside my other scattered commissions for now. Those people aren't in much of a hurry anyway. It shouldn't matter if they wait a few more days. Waiting for drafts is fairly common."

Elagabalus smiled. "Compared to those, I'd much rather work on the project in your hands. I think it has more artistic flair and artistic challenge."

Locke nodded in satisfaction. "All right, then."

"I'll tell you the address. By the way... did that magic painting outside your door hypnotize me the moment I came in?"

Locke had long noticed that his mental fluctuations were somewhat abnormal. The instant he exposed it, he immediately saw the gallery's true appearance.

There was no exquisite decoration in the gallery at all, nor were there any luxurious red carpets hanging from the walls. It was merely a rough gallery that looked like an unfinished building.

Elagabalus was indeed covered in gold and silver ornaments, but he was not wearing any expensive magic gemstones. They were merely cheap stones.

Illusions could not be exposed. Once exposed, the entire illusion would collapse.

As long as one became aware of it,