"Oh? Let's hear it."
Chen Lun sat up straight and asked curiously.
"Clarenso was born into an ordinary family. His father was a painter, and he learned mural painting from him as a child... Though he wasn't talented, he made up for it with hard work... He was especially skilled at portraits. Later, he studied oil painting under a renowned teacher, traveled widely, and made a name for himself in middle age."
Noah spoke slowly.
"But later, he left the Trisoul Empire and went to the Lands Beyond the Far North... I heard he settled in the Byron Nation and eventually even became a Court Painter."
Chen Lun nodded silently, having gained a basic understanding of the man's life.
But from this alone, he still couldn't guess Lady Witch's hidden meaning. There were surely more unknown secrets behind Clarenso's life.
He carefully put the Oil Painting into the Blood-Poem Ring.
Just then, Noah casually lifted the carriage curtain, suddenly spotted something, and called for the coachman to stop.
"What is it?"
Chen Lun asked.
Noah smiled bashfully and shook his head, then picked up his tool bag and stepped straight out of the carriage.
"Sorry, Mr. Jack. Please wait a moment."
Watching his back as he struggled to get out, Chen Lun silently lifted the curtain.
Under the streetlamp's faint flame, a small, thin figure lay curled up at the corner of a wall. The snowflakes drifting down grew larger and more numerous, piling up in a thick layer over the streets and houses.
Noah's enormous figure slowly approached the small person in the corner.
After a moment's thought, Chen Lun followed him out of the carriage.
As he slowly approached through the snow, he found Noah sitting amid the falling snow, painting that figure at an easel.
Curled up