Russell watched Carpenter's wildly excited figure nearly crash into the aircraft's door and shook his head helplessly. "Honestly... please forgive her. Carpenter is, well, a little too happy."
Hilbert had no interest in that. He merely asked casually, "You seem to have something to say?"
Otherwise, Russell would simply have apologized and gone to soothe Carpenter, rather than standing beneath Hill as though he had taken root.
"Teacher, isn't this aircraft a little too beautiful?
There's a lot of wind and sand on the way to Sia Tower. Wouldn't that be a bit of a waste of something so exquisite?"
Hill stared blankly for a few seconds before looking at him in surprise. "You mean this black platter?"
The corner of Russell's mouth twitched... the disdain in his teacher's voice was practically shooting through the sky and straight past the sun!
Still, he could only suppress the throbbing vein in his forehead and say solemnly, "Even in the world's greatest paintings, you only occasionally catch a glimpse of such graceful beauty.
But this aircraft... practically every line speaks of perfection."
Hill was so startled by this terrifying, unbelievable praise that he almost blurted out, "Huh?"
But he did know this student of his fairly well... Russell was a very hardworking student who planned his life carefully.
So, even during his apprenticeship, when he could not meditate for long periods, he had read plenty of books and learned quite a few so-called aristocratic arts.
Painting was naturally one of them... and although the world-famous paintings he had seen were all copies, they would not have been lacking in any way.
Of course Hill understood what Russell meant... if he did not want to expose his identity, he had better take a file to this black platter.
He needed to turn this