The King of Knights in a Different World

I need it to be the closing touch of this conference.”

"yes!"

"As for those nobles on the list who are related to it, according to the British legal judgment, you are solely responsible for this matter.

It’s been so hard these days, Mr. Aggui Wenqing.”

"It's my pleasure, King."

"Get down!"

After Agguiwen stepped back, Lucifer stood up and looked out the window.

Now this is the Royal Palace of France. The main body has not changed, but some simple decorations have been added.

Then use it in your own palace.

in spite of....

No matter how many times I have looked at it, this thing is a bit too big.

But considering the political significance of this place, only you can use it...

Originally it was just for observation, but I found an acquaintance in the distance wandering in front of the palace.

Lucifer smiled and called someone.

The palace came to the gate.

At this time, Ah Rong was hesitantly walking from left to right, and then from right to left.

She looked very embarrassed.

In fact, if the guards hadn't met Ah Rong and knew that she had a good relationship with Wang, they might have arrested this suspicious girl.

Instead of selectively ignoring it like now.

At this time, a knight came to the gate and said to Arong.

"Miss Katsushika, please come in."

"Hey! I...I understand."

Under the leadership of the knight, Arong came to the side hall where Lucifer was.

"Will Ah Rong, who is always optimistic, be worried about the situation of the game?"

After asking the others to leave, Lucifer stood up and joked.

At this time, there were only two of them left here, and Ah Rong was finally not as nervous as before.

"I'm not a genius, so of course I will worry about the competition. This is the final that affects my happiness for the rest of my life."

Arong responded with a smile.

"You said before that winning or losing doesn't matter."

"Winning or losing doesn't matter.

But as expected, it’s still weird to be raised by you.

I don't hate it.

You, if you are not a king, this is actually a good choice.

Speaking of which, why did you set that rule?

Draw within three days and then vote together.

Don’t you know this is too short a time for us?”

At first he seemed to be talking to himself, but as he spoke, Ah Rong's expression became distressed.

The rule set by Lucifer is that the painting exhibition has three days to paint, and then the critics will review it intensively, and select a few important paintings to enter the finals, and then the critics will work with other painters to determine the final winner.

So theoretically, I can evaluate myself.

Of course, it will definitely be brought down by others...

"I know, that's why I didn't decide on a theme.

Let you do whatever you want.

For an artist, something made in three months is definitely better than something made in three days.

Isn’t it?”

Lucifer's words made Arong a little embarrassed.

"That's right.

but I......"

“Not inspired”

Looking at the girl in front of him, Lucifer immediately understood something.

For things like...art, time cannot completely solve the problem.

So three months and three days are almost the same to them.

"Yes! It's strange that I don't know what to draw at all until now. I didn't feel this way when I was alone before."

"When you are alone, you paint for yourself, asking for nothing, being calm and doing whatever you want.

But now, you are painting for the sake of the championship, you are seeking something, and your heart is not at peace, so naturally your pen cannot move according to your heart."

Lucifer's philosophical words surprised Arong.

"Hey! As a king, you actually know everything about Zen Buddhism in our small hometown.

I see more and more similarities between us."

As he said this, Arong couldn't help but laugh.

"I've discovered it a long time ago.

Let’s go.”

Lucifer directly grabbed Arong's hand this time and prepared to take her away.

"Which way to go"

Ah Rong said with some confusion.

"Aren't you out of inspiration?

Of course, to experience life.

It’s me who makes you uninspired. This time, I want to be your source of inspiration.”

"If this really happens, I'm afraid I won't want to leave you."

"That's the result I want."

"The King of Knights is trying to trick a little girl, and your name will make you cry.

I will definitely cry."

"I am me first, and then I am the King of Knights."

After saying that, Lucifer disguised himself and left with Arong.

no.460 give up

The white streets have begun to see prosperity. Compared with the initial lifelessness, you can already see what they look like after rejuvenation.

Lucifer was dragging Arong around to look for inspiration. However, if you were looking for inspiration deliberately, you might not be able to find it.

When people blindly believe in talent, they never think that it is due to the accumulation of knowledge in the past.

Along the way, they traveled to many places, but unfortunately, they did not see anything that could be called inspiration.

Finally, they came to a square where they practiced music, hoping to find inspiration.

Beautiful music floated in the air, and they sat down.

The music playing in their ears made them feel like they were at a banquet for a moment.

"Have you got a clue?"

Facing Lucifer's question, Arong frowned and responded.

"Although I'm not a musician, I can obviously hear some noise.

It’s strange, it’s completely different from what those people played before.”

"Because they are trapped in the same trap as you."

With that said, Lucifer pulled her to sit on the bench.

"like me"

"Music that should be played for oneself should be released by the soul.

As a result, now we are more focused on the position of champion, which makes our hearts fettered and puts the cart before the horse."

Their music is played by the heart, and once it is tainted with material pursuits, the heart is no longer pure.

Therefore, noise will be revealed in the timbre unintentionally.

For ordinary people, the difference cannot be heard, but if you play it with your heart, the music will undoubtedly arouse deeper resonance.

The current timbre is just for music.

"Of course it's easy to say that you didn't participate in the competition.

If you don't think about the championship, how can you win the championship?

They're fine, but I have to work for you for free."

Arong complained to Lucifer in a low voice.

"That's why I said you are putting the cart before the horse, Ah Rong.

The correct order should be that you show your most beautiful self and use the instrument or brush in your hand to resonate with the audience. As for whether you can win the championship, that is the second.

Forcing yourself to create something you don’t want to create will only make you disgusted.”

Lucifer's words immediately aroused Arong's rebuttal.

"However, you don't think about how to get the audience's approval."

"But Ah Rong, the original audience of the work was you yourself, wasn't it?

in spite of....

Is it novels, paintings, music, or other arts.

When a work is born, the original audience is the writer himself. How are you going to impress other people with a work that you are not even satisfied with?"

Lucifer responded with a smile.

Whether it's music or painting, or even novels and movies.

The first person to appreciate the work is the author himself. If he is not satisfied with it, how can he predict that others will be satisfied? "I only think about myself, and I think I may not be able to win."

"Yeah, it's quite contradictory, isn't it.

If you just want to draw the picture in your mind, there is no need to care about the championship.

But once you think about the championship, you can’t draw the picture you have in mind.”

"When I talk to you like this now, I always feel like I'm alive.

Why do people like you want to be a king? It doesn't matter what your abilities are...

Whether it's a painter, a musician, or whatever, you can do well as long as you think about it."

Speaking of this, Ah Rong felt a little strange.

She has been to many countries and met many kings.

Among all the kings, Lucifer may be the one who is least like a king.

But in a sense, precisely because he had no desire for royal power, he became the most special king.