Kallen pointed at the bodies on the ground in the painting and asked Piaget, "What are they wearing?"
Piaget raised both hands. "I don't know. When I paint, all that appears in my mind is the image. If it weren't for Mr. Bede, I wouldn't even know I'd painted York City."
Mr. Bede spoke. "Kallen, are you asking whether the bodies on the ground are wearing Order Armor and Order Clerical Robes?"
Kallen fell silent.
Mr. Bede continued, "All I can say is that sometimes, the same picture can be interpreted in different ways."
"I understand. I know." Kallen stood up and asked, "May I take this painting?"
Piaget nodded immediately. "Of course you may."
Mr. Bede took out a Black Market card and handed it to Kallen. "You'll certainly have to pay for the sketch. That has nothing to do with our relationship."
Kallen knew Mr. Bede wasn't greedy. Allen Manor was no longer the dilapidated place it once was. If he was willing to contact the manor, at least he wouldn't lack the Point Vouchers to travel around with Piaget;
but he hadn't done so. Perhaps this journey itself came with particular constraints and principles to uphold.
"How much, exactly?"
"As for the exact amount, once the scene in this painting occurs, have someone transfer the corresponding Point Vouchers into this card. Heh."
"All right. Understood."
Mr. Bede bent down, folded the two silk scrolls again, and tucked them into the fountain pen before handing the pen to Kallen.
As Kallen slipped the fountain pen into his pocket, he asked, "What about you two? What are your plans?"
"We're temporary workers. Our probation ends tomorrow. Rest assured, we came to enjoy the bonfire banquet, not to throw ourselves into the fire."
Kallen looked at Piaget and asked, "Has