Arturo the Art Student / Shamans Can Easily Go Hungry!

For some reason, Arturo felt a surge of joy as he thought about this.

So this is how my friend felt?

It seems that since her mother passed away, she has no friends left, and everyone from her father sees her as a monster.

Of course, this doesn't apply to a particular person in your family; having that friend or not makes little difference.

Turning his head to look at the boy's handsome face with his eyes closed, Arturo couldn't help but move a little closer to him.

Of course, to avoid offending the boy in front of him, Arturo kept the distance at least 30 centimeters.

A few minutes later, Arturo, exhausted from a long day, also fell asleep; in fact, she hadn't slept for almost two days.

After all, his mother's spirit was right in front of him; how could he possibly give up such a precious opportunity to sleep?

So tonight was the best night's sleep Arturo had had since his mother's accident.

After enjoying delicious food, you sleep in the same cave with someone who can protect you.

It's truly a wonderful night, isn't it?

Chapter 550 Art Student Arturo

I slept soundly all night.

The morning dew on the wilderness awakened the two, and all sorts of arthropods hurriedly sprang into action, doing their utmost to draw upon the only moisture in the damp air.

So strictly speaking, it could be said that the dewdrops woke the two of them up.

Good morning, Mr. Huang. I hope you didn't do anything strange to me in your sleep.

When Arturo opened his eyes, Master Huang were still closed, but it was clear that the boy in front of him had been awake for a long time, because his eyeballs were constantly moving as if he was controlling something.

The rudely disturbed Huang Cao quickly finished her work for the day and opened her eyes to see Arturo watching her.

"Good morning, and I'm not that bored. I'm not interested in barren Lateran angels like you."

"I thought you were going to say something even worse."

"Do I need to put it more harshly?"

"Curious."

"To put it simply, the combined thickness of these two pieces of armor on your chest isn't even as high as the thickness of a single piece of armor on one of my wives. In fact, a large part of the thickness of your armor is supported by screws."

"That's a really terrible review, Mr. Huang. You didn't even touch it. Maybe it's just that my bra is a bit tight, or did you secretly look at it yesterday while I was doing laundry and taking a shower?"

Huang Cao's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "You can fool others, but don't fool yourself too."

"Our bodies are rising and falling at about the same height now, believe it or not, I can take a breath and be bigger than you."

Huang Cao took a deep breath, and soon the height of the sleeping bag on her chest surpassed that of the angel next to her.

Arturo suffered a devastating blow in an instant:

"I think everyone has the right to define beauty, and small things are also cute."

"Indeed, I have a wife whose figure is similar to yours, but she left Abundance to the earth and barrenness to herself, yet through my efforts, she has gradually become Abundance as well."

Is your effort even serious?

Arturo neither wanted to nor dared to ask. Under the Church's rule, the Lateran, though their spirits were lively, resolutely resisted anything that went against the Church's doctrines.

Especially premarital behavior.

Therefore, Tu Tu is now quite innocent and doesn't understand the intricacies of married men at all, so she dares not accept that statement.

"Get up!"

Huang Cao everyone else, even if he works while sleeping, he doesn't want to get out of his sleeping bag after he's finished.

Unfortunately, even the best bed eventually ends. Huang Cao pulled open her sleeping bag, revealing the shirt she was wearing underneath to Arturo's regretful gaze.

The temperature in the wilderness wasn't particularly cold, especially with a fire burning nearby.

So why would you sleep in such an uncomfortable shirt?

"Mr. Huang, your taste in clothing is truly unforgettable."

Arturo swore that even his distant android brother didn't have such bad taste in clothes.

While Master Huang was washing up and preparing breakfast, Arturo also took off his sleeping bag, revealing his black underwear underneath.

Her undergarments were always black, with some areas adorned with sexy lace.

It's a pity that no one appreciates this beautiful scenery nowadays.

Putting back on the stockings she had just washed and dried yesterday, Arturo returned to her original attire, which was still very beautiful and alluring.

Unfortunately, no matter how alluring this angel was, in Master Huang's eyes, she couldn't compare to his Banshee wife.

After all, the Banshee is Sarkaz known for her beauty. Whether it's her figure and beauty, her voice, or her inner cultivation, she is in no way inferior to Arturo.

"By the way, why is the halo above your head black?"

"What's so strange about that? One of my relatives even has wires attached to his halo."

While drinking her oatmeal porridge, Huang Cao couldn't resist curiously flicking the halo above Arturo's head with her finger.

"Are you experiencing any discomfort?"

"It felt like I'd been hit hard on the head, and I felt a bit nauseous."

"Sorry, I was just curious because the halo above your head looks a lot like something I saw."

Huang Cao shifted his perspective, noting the striking resemblance between the halo above Arturo's head and the continuation of civilization.

To be precise, Arturo's Originium Arts is essentially a smaller version of the Black Crown.

However, it might be a substandard product from Pre-Civilization, lacking precision and unable to freely regulate each person's emotions like Little Te can.

It also can't perform many operations, such as deleting Remembrance.

"Let's set off after breakfast and a short rest. And can you play your cello on the go?"

"You overestimate me. I can throw my cello at people."

"Then let's play a piece now, as a performance for the travelers before their journey."

Huang Cao took out Arturo's violin from her spatial storage, and the latter did not refuse, as she had a habit of playing a tune in the morning.

A few minutes later, Arturo was playing his instrument with all his heart, suddenly realized that his playing technique seemed to have improved a lot.

The fluctuations of Originium energy are now smoother and more natural, no longer like a headless fly bumping around aimlessly.

Although she was pleasantly surprised, she suppressed her joy and continued playing.

After Huang Cao finished playing, as the only audience member, he naturally clapped his hands to show his encouragement.

"Let's set off, the distance awaits us."

"It feels a bit hot."

Not long after they left, Arturo looked at the reddish wilderness in the distance, and his laziness was instantly awakened.

"Mr. Huang, why don't we wait until dusk to leave? I'm not in a hurry to see my father. Are you in a great hurry to see your friend?"

"We wouldn't call each other friends, but that old bastard probably doesn't know I'm here yet. If he did, he'd probably have people surround us immediately and respectfully invite us to the capital."

"Sounds like a big shot."

Arturo chuckled, while trying to shield his head from the sunlight with his hand.

Huang Cao opened her phone to check the surrounding temperature.

52 degrees Celsius, adding another zero would make it even more festive and like a barbecue.

The temperature is exceptionally high today. Is this still Lateran? Anyone who didn't know better would think we were at the site of the battle between the two kings of Sargon.

Huang Cao placed his hand on the wasteland, and sure enough, a huge Flame Originium Slug was moving underground.

"Let's rest for today and continue our journey tonight. I still have some things to take care of."

The Huang Cao wasn't afraid of the high temperatures, but Arturo next to it couldn't withstand them.

If she were forced to travel without anyone to take care of her, she could very well die of dehydration on the road.

The two returned to the cave where they would rest for the night. Arturo continued to act as the ambient sound, playing his violin as background music.

Huang Cao continued to efficiently handle her country's official duties amidst melodious music.

Chapter 551 It's easy for witch servants to go hungry!

However, perhaps due to environmental reasons, the activities of the Originium creatures continued underground, and soon even the coolness of the cave disappeared.

Arturo, who had been playing the violin non-stop, was also covered in sweat and had to take off his coat and stockings.

As another song ended, Arturo finally couldn't hold back any longer. Why was the guy in front of him keeping his eyes closed the whole time? Wasn't he hot?

And you just said you were busy, but what exactly were you busy with? Were you busy sleeping?

Why haven't I seen you sleep this much before?

"Mr. Huang, do you have any methods to lower the temperature in caves? Also, please don't say strange things like 'a calm mind brings coolness'."

Performing music is a very physically demanding activity, especially when there are no professional instruments available.

Needless to say, she had been playing the cello for almost the entire morning, and was already drenched in sweat.

Arturo now seriously doubted whether the man in front of him cared about people, yet he didn't seem like someone who couldn't.

Last night's dinner was delicious, and I prepared all the necessary tools for my shower: towels, shower gel, shampoo, and even a scrubbing ball.

He doesn't seem like a careless man, so why does the other person seem to have almost no feelings for him?

"Sorry, I was thinking about something and didn't notice you. Don't you know how to use Originium Arts to lower the ambient temperature?"

Huang Cao's consciousness withdrew from the Utopia's office system and asked in confusion.

You can even use a shield to block bullets in the story, yet you can't even do a simple Originium Arts to lower the ambient temperature?

"Aren't you overestimating me? We Lateran have very few warlocks, and I've never studied in Leithanian. How could I possibly possess such exquisite magic?"

Master Huang suddenly remembered that, apart from her own Originium Arts, TuTu seemed to have learned most of her Originium Arts in Leithanian.

Since she hasn't gone to Leithanian, it's impossible for her to learn such a wide variety of Originium Arts.

TuTu is only in his early thirteens now, as tender as a newly sprouted bamboo shoot, and is no match for a great master like Master Huang who has lived for over two hundred years.

"Actually, I've also done quite a bit of research on Originium Arts."

Huang Cao Grass doesn't need a staff to cast spells; all she needs is Originium particles in the air.

He drew a circle in the air with his finger, and then a pale blue light flashed where it had just passed. The next second, the temperature inside the cave dropped by more than ten degrees.

"You don't need a staff?"

Arturo circled around Master Huang, but the other party didn't even have a single Originium Crystals.

Arturo's experience and knowledge told her.

On this land, almost everyone needs Originium to assist in casting spells. Only those infected with Originium Infection can cast spells without a staff, but it's best to use one anyway, because the difference between having a staff and not having one is like heaven and earth.

The temperature-lowering spell that the boy just cast was definitely not an ordinary Originium Arts, because the process from casting to taking effect took less than a second.

That must be an incredibly terrifying level of control over Originium.

"That's what the book says, but there are always exceptions in this world. For example, almost no one can summon a soul, and no one in the book would write about this kind of Originium Arts, but I can."

"Since we have nothing to do on the way, do you want to learn?"

"Of course I'm willing to learn if Mr. Huang is willing to teach me, but unfortunately I'm penniless and can't afford the tuition."

"Money can be owed, but learning opportunities don't come often. The Twin Empresses of Leithanian have both praised my strength."

"I didn't expect Mr. Huang to have such extensive connections. In that case, I'll humbly accept your offer. I've already completed the basic Originium Arts concept course at school, so I can start practicing right away."

"Okay, but my lecturing skills might not be very good. However, considering a certain job I'll be doing in the future, it's good to practice on you first."

Considering that she would need to do some psychological work with a certain dragon later, Huang Cao decided to practice her lecturing skills beforehand.

Huang Cao did teach people a lesson back in Leithanian, for example, Ines and Mace.