Siren on Grey Island

Under the leadership of Roderick, Arthur soon came to the door of the small handicraft shop, but found that the door was closed.

"It seems that Uncle Malcolm is messing around with his flowers and plants again today, we'd better come back tomorrow, please don't knock on the door~"

"why?"

"Last time, a tourist knocked on the door without authorization when he was closing it, and the uncle directly washed him down with a watering hose, haha."

"Well, that sounds interesting."

"Let's go to the painter next door first."

After ringing the doorbell, a girl with long blond hair came out to open the door, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and Roderick greeted her familiarly: "Hey, Lena, I've brought guests."

"Come in, please sit in the living room for a while, I'll call my father."

First there was the sound of something being thrown upstairs, and then a man yelling and cursing. After a while, a man with a haggard face and sloppy steps walked into the living room with his drawing board in his arms. He was the painter Dean.

After Roderick's introduction, Dean began to draw a portrait of Arthur. Dean tied his hair into a ponytail, rolled up his sleeves, and drew on the paper quickly, thinking incessantly Something Arthur couldn't understand.

After Lina served the local specialty mango juice and snacks, Roderick and Lina chatted.Arthur looked at the girl in front of him. She had fair skin, a sweet face, and a voice as sweet as a nightingale.I don't know how beautiful the singing voice sang is.

Her voice sounded familiar to Arthur, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

On the contrary, her sweet appearance made Arthur feel a little disobedient, but he didn't know where this discord came from.As if sensing Arthur's gaze, Lena smiled at him.

Dean handed the finished painting to Arthur, and Arthur was stunned when he saw the signature on the painting, because he found that Dean's handwriting was somewhat similar to that on the invitation letter.

In order to confirm the handwriting, Arthur showed interest in the painting, and even expressed his willingness to buy Dean's other works.So Dean asked Lena to take Arthur to the studio upstairs and let him choose the paintings he was interested in.

Lina pushed open the door of the studio on the second floor. There were a lot of paintings piled up in a mess, and they were randomly thrown on the ground like waste paper.There were a few paintings hanging on the wall that caught Arthur's attention right away.

A cursory glance reveals that they are very different from those randomly placed paintings.If the paintings on the ground can only be regarded as superb skills, then the paintings on the wall seem to be endowed with a soul.

"Dean, can I ask you something?" Only Roderick and Dean were left in the living room.

"I don't have time to answer your question." Dean seemed to know what Roderick was going to ask, and after impatiently perfunctory, he turned around and was about to leave the living room.

"Wait, have you been to Ellis Valley?" Roderick grabbed Dean's sleeve, not intending to give him a chance to escape. The word "Elys Valley" finally stirred Dean's nerves, and he vigorously waved Roderick's hand away, rushing out the door.

In the studio on the second floor, Arthur pretended to select paintings, but compared the handwriting one by one. At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the paper on the table was blown to the ground and scattered in all directions.

Arthur bent down to help Lena pick up a piece of paper that fell to his feet, but found that this paper was exactly the same as the gilded paper in the invitation letter. Could it be that the invitation letter was sent to him by Dean?Even more confusing, he was sure he had never known Dean before.