Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Evelyn was startled at first, then quickly took the frame and carefully wiped it with the handkerchief she carried with her. In her memory, all the paintings in this room should have been exhibited, but at first glance, the color mixing and brushstrokes were indeed Theonado's style.

Upon reading the contents again, she understood.

"These are portraits he drew of his father and mother when he was very young. They are very ordinary and have no value for exhibition."

"is that so……"

The wolf examined the portrait carefully. Indeed, apart from two exquisitely depicted figures, there were no other elements. The man and woman in the painting had very indifferent expressions; the painter had only drawn the area above their necks. It seemed to be just an ordinary sketch, nothing more.

However, there was one point that made the little wolf extremely suspicious.

The woman's hair cascaded down like a waterfall...

It was a fiery red, like flames.

Why is your mother's hair this color?

“Oh, that’s something people ask all the time,” Evelyn explained. “According to my mother, her family had Dutch blood a few generations back. There’s a chance that their offspring will have red hair.”

"However, Theonado and I both inherited our father's black hair."

"She also said that this is even better, otherwise, when you perform on stage in the future, the audience's attention will be drawn to your red hair immediately. An excellent performer must be able to grasp the audience's thoughts at all times and fine-tune his performance techniques based on feedback."

"But if you have red hair, people will only look at your hair, making it difficult to give the right emotional response, which is actually bad. Any performance, even if the play is the same, is 'alive.' If you can't modify your expression according to the actual situation, then you are a failed actor..."

……

Evelyn relaxed and steered the conversation in a different direction, talking about her practical experience in acting and theater. This was her area of ​​expertise, and the only one where she could freely give advice to others. Unfortunately, Little Wolf had no intention of entering the entertainment industry, so she wasn't listening at all.

She stared, somewhat lost in thought, at the portraits of Evelyn's parents, or more precisely, at the pure red that seemed to be the core of a flame.

The cramped house, like a small boat, creaked and rocked.

The surrounding sounds were naturally blocked out by the wolf.

Her fingers, little by little, reached towards the red on the drawing paper.

……

A burning sensation came from the drawing paper!

"hiss……"

The wolf felt a sting from the flame on its finger, jolted awake, and immediately pulled its hand back, nearly dropping the picture frame to the ground.

"Miss Namelia, are you alright?" Evelyn, being a rather perceptive girl, naturally noticed that something was wrong with her. She subconsciously took a step back, took the picture frame from her hands, and stammered, "The way you were spacing out just now... it was a little..."

"He looks a bit like my brother."

"Me? I'm fine." Wolf quickly shook his head and forced a smile. "Sorry, Evelyn, I was a little distracted and didn't pay attention."

Where were you in your story?

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"Boom boom boom!"

The knock on the door broke the somewhat oppressive atmosphere. The two of them tacitly refrained from mentioning what had just happened, turned around, and went to open the door together.

A bright, silvery light, as pure as moonlight, flashed in the girls' eyes.

"..." Yinshuang tiptoed and looked into the room, looking puzzled. "Where is he?"

“Mr. Zhang? He’s not here,” Evelyn said, puzzled. “I asked Ms. Nymeria to help me move.”

"He's not here?!" Silver Frost exclaimed in shock, as if her worldview had been shattered. "That's impossible! My 'vision' has never been wrong before. His presence is right here, and it's incredibly strong..."

She squinted, and in the darkness, her pupils, like a cat's eyes, shimmered with a faint amber light.

After looking around the doorway, Yinshuang finally fixed her gaze on the little wolf, especially staring at her stomach for a long time. She felt a little guilty, so she half-jokingly said, "You're not going to say that I ate my senior brother, are you?"

"..." It was just a joke, but Evelyn had a psychological trauma from such jokes, and her face immediately turned pale.

“No, but… I think I know why we got the wrong one.” Silver Frost hesitated, glancing at the two girls. “He left a very fresh ‘seed’ on you, and it’s ninety percent similar to his own aura.”

……

"Huh?!" The wolf couldn't laugh. His eyes widened in astonishment. "What...what does this mean?"

“No time to explain.” Silver Frost shrugged, frowning. “The exhibition is about to start, but we haven’t been able to find him. Since I’m good at searching, they sent me out to look for him. Since he’s not here with you… I’ll have to start tracking him from scratch.”

"What did you two say? Do you want to come together?"

Chapter 886: Until Tonight

"Sir, we are about to close. If you really like these paintings, please come back tomorrow morning... Ah! Mr. Zhang!"

Upon moving to the side and seeing Zhang Renfeng's yellowish skin, the waiter's attitude instantly became respectful.

This is something unimaginable in other towns and prefectures; it's practically a reversal of the natural order.

But on the other hand, once he leaves White Torch Town, and doesn't even need to go far—even within the New Orleans region—there will always be people in the remote areas who don't recognize him at all. If these people do see him, they'll definitely still call him "Yellow Barbarian" repeatedly.

Thinking of this, Zhang Renfeng's smile became more helpless, more like a bitter smile.

"Can I watch it for a little while longer, just a little while, about ten minutes?"

"Of course, no problem, please do as you please."

The waiter hurriedly retreated, and the entire exhibition hall returned to silence.

Tonight is a big day for Sanyuan Heavy Industry. News of the car exhibition has already spread throughout Baiju Town. The atmosphere outside is like a carnival, somewhat like the Lantern Festival, but several times stronger.

The workers in this town don't toil away in sweatshops working three shifts a day; they are paid according to how much work they do.

They were bursting with energy and had plenty of dollars in their pockets. Gathered together, they celebrated from the bottom of their hearts. They didn't need any shills to stir things up; their emotions and the atmosphere were already high enough on their own. The cheers surged like waves, washing over the walls in waves, and could be heard even indoors.

Zhang Renfeng's attention, however, was not on the outside, but on the paintings hanging on the wall—these were the last works of Theonado from his final period, his artistic style already at its peak. The delicate brushstrokes, bold colors, and unique subject matter made them quite impressive even when appreciated simply as works of art.

Last time, at the art exhibition at the House of the Outer Light School, when the exhibition reached "Red and White," Zhang Renfeng inexplicably felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and made up an excuse to slip out.

Standing beneath the painting again, he still felt a sense of oppression—the red and white, each filling half of the canvas, seemed to freeze time at this moment.

……

"Take a good look while you can." Angel Eyes' voice came from the darkness. Even before he was seen, his divine pupils shone brightly in the shadows. "His paintings can only be exhibited publicly like this for a short time."

Perhaps having gradually grown accustomed to his companion's extraordinary abilities, Zhang Renfeng was not too surprised when he suddenly emerged from the darkness.

He asked a question that he should have asked a long time ago.

"Who exactly is he, and why can he draw something like this?"

“Theonardo DiTasdorf, painter, playwright…” Angel Eyes turned his head to look at a dark corner where there was nothing, and murmured, “【Dreamer】.”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Renfeng asked suspiciously. This was the first time he had ever heard of such a profession. "The dreamer?"

“There are many ways to predict the future. Some people rely on copper coins, some on crystal balls, some on tortoise shells... and some rely on dreams.”

"Theonado is a 'dreamer,' a person who can receive inspiration from dreams and decipher them according to certain rules."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Renfeng suddenly realized that this was just like interpreting a dream.

However, his way of "solving" it was through painting.

"Theodore's inspiration was so strong that what he saw was not limited to one or two vague revelations, but could even briefly glimpse the future."

"However, as his mental state became increasingly unstable, he began to frequently enter his dreams. This allowed him to glimpse too many things, some of which he could understand, and some of which he could not. Over time, this only exacerbated his madness."

"Gradually, the reality I was in turned into a dreamlike illusion."

Zhang Renfeng looked away from the painting, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Since both he and you can see the future, who sees further ahead?"

"..."

Angel Eyes suddenly smiled.

As if he could see through Zhang Renfeng's thoughts, he said, "There's no need to worry about your choice, my friend. You're already on the right path. Prophecy... is ultimately just prophecy."

"My help to you ends tonight."

----

Zhang Renfeng's pupils dilated slightly.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know how. Thinking about it carefully, he realized that Angel Eyes hadn't consulted him when he joined the gang, and now that he wanted to leave, he didn't seem to have any right to stop him.

"Why tonight?" After a long silence, Zhang Renfeng's tone was still somewhat unwilling. "We finally defeated the Illumination Faction, and there are so many prefectures and counties in the south that can be turned into our territory. It is a time when everything is in ruins and there is much to be done."

"..."

Angel Eyes' smile quickly faded, and he said calmly, "That day, on the train, I told you this, didn't I? — 'I can only see the future I'm meant to see.'"

"The latest I can see in the future is tonight."

"?!" Zhang Renfeng tensed up instantly. "Will you die?"

“No.” Angel Eyes shook his head, the sun-like halo in his eyes growing even brighter. “I’m more inclined to believe that I have already fulfilled the task entrusted to me by [He], and I will soon become human.”

"An ordinary human being cannot predict the future."

"He? Entrusted?" Zhang Renfeng caught this key pronoun, his brows furrowing in confusion. "I don't understand what you mean. Is there someone who sent you to help us?"

……

Goodbye, my friend.

Angel Eyes didn't answer his question, but instead gave him a mysterious smile at the end, "Don't get too caught up in this insignificant victory. The enemies you've defeated now are nothing more than a small test for your future self."

"Use your power..."

"Let's create a better future."

……

The sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps came from the front hall.

"Wolf?"

After recognizing the footsteps, Zhang Renfeng was momentarily distracted. When he turned around again, Angel Eye had already disappeared.

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"Senior brother, why are you here all alone?" The wolf's voice snapped him out of his daze.

I turned around and looked.

black hair.

blond.

Silver hair.

Girls with different hair colors stood in front of her, clearly having run all the way. Wolf and Silverfrost were fine, but Evelyn was already a little exhausted, supporting her knees and panting slightly.

"you……"

"The exhibition over there is about to start, and everyone is waiting for you." Wolf grabbed his wrist and whispered, "This time, you can't be absent again."

“…That’s true.” After a long silence, Zhang Renfeng smiled with relief and nodded. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 887: We'll See You at the End of the Century

"Are you just leaving like that? We've been together for so long, and you didn't even say goodbye?"

On the edge of White Torch Town, on a sparsely populated path, a sharp, clear girl's voice came from behind.

"..."

Angel Eyes on horseback removed his hat, his face calm, and slowly turned around.

“Hello, Zhang Tito.” He greeted him in a calm and collected tone.

Zhang Tito, Tao's number one assistant, was not by Tao's side at this particularly important moment, but instead appeared in this almost deserted place. She had changed into a smart and crisp work uniform, tied her hair into a small braid, crossed her arms over her chest, and her expression was not particularly friendly, still carrying a hint of questioning.

During the attack on Sanma Town, the two had a brief interaction, but for some reason, they didn't get along very well.

But now, besides Zhang Renfeng, she is the only one who came to see Angel Eyes off.

"You didn't answer my question."

“There’s no need to say goodbye,” Angel Eyes said. “I didn’t have much of a connection with the rest of the team—I was a bounty hunter who only knew how to kill, I was in the team for a while, but I’m not here now, that’s all.”

Zhang Tito squinted and stared at him for a long time.