"Paris. I've seen this city in many worlds, and every time I see it, it feels different."
Ciri tugged at her gloves, tightened her coat collar, and leaned over the red iron bars as she whispered to Su Ming beside her.
Through Master Trickster's Teleportation Portal, the group had been sent directly to the top observation deck of the Eiffel Tower. The cold wind of the winter morning made Charles sneeze, and the city's air seemed permeated with the scents of perfume and cosmetics.
The sun was rising over the distant horizon, while the streets, slightly frozen in winter, reflected colorful light like mirrors.
From this height, the streets gleamed like streams between snow-covered rooftops. It was indeed a fine view.
"You reminded me. I need to tell Gin to start acquiring Christopher Wood's paintings. He's British and came to Paris's Julia Academy to study art. He painted quite a few snowy landscapes during that time, with a unique perspective." Su Ming changed the subject. There were others in the group, so it was best not to mention matters from other worlds yet.
"Snowy Paris?"
Ciri looked curiously at Deathstroke. In her impression, Deathstroke was not someone who had anything to do with the art world. He could not even name the artists behind the paintings hanging in his own office.
Then she heard Su Ming seemingly explain himself. "That painting of his with a tiger sleeping in the snow before the Arc de Triomphe. What it depicts isn't important. In a few decades, the value of those realist paintings will multiply by hundreds of thousands. Buying them now is cheaper than buying them later."
Ciri rolled her eyes. This really was Deathstroke's style.
"We have serious business to handle. Hurry up and finish the mission." She sighed.
Su Ming