As a magic apprentice, the first priority was to learn magic.

The purpose of earning money was also to better learn magic.

Naturally, as the provider of magical knowledge, the importance of the magical tutor also preceded earning money.

The tutor's wishes also needed to be properly executed and fulfilled to the best of one's ability.

The good news was, the tools Xiao Bo Lei had obtained were not only professional, but also comprehensive, with many spare supplies provided.

Thus, Luo Sen simultaneously propped open two canvas boards.

One was to paint Velázquez's Rokeby Venus.

The other was to paint a fantasy cosplayer named 'Xiao Zhao' from the 'Rare Extreme Beauties' folder.

This kosplayer was a mixed-race, rich second generation who liked to roleplay as a mage.

Because she was not lacking in money, the props she used were of extremely high quality. In addition, with her own outstanding looks, plus master-level photography and post-processing, every work was exceptionally stunning.

This was not even the key point.

The key was that this foreign beauty was exceptionally open-minded, having taken not only many normal photos, but also many that were unsuitable for minors.

In short, she was a rare extreme beauty.

Perhaps influenced by Velázquez, Luo Sen also chose a bathing-related painting, with the theme being 'Bathing in the Woods'.

After selecting, he printed out both images together.

Luo Sen's original intention was to output them one after the other, but he didn't expect the Will Desktop to use parallel output, allowing both paintings to be worked on together.

So his left hand painted the Rokeby Venus, his right hand painted Bathing in the Woods, while also using the Sorcerer's Hand to mix paints. His whole person was as busy as a kaleidoscope butterfly.

Perhaps due to the recent substantial increase in his magical power, or perhaps because he had become more skilled with the Sorcerer's Hand.

His mental strength had clearly improved by a large margin, reaching a level he didn't even dare imagine before.

Engaging in three, even four tasks simultaneously, he actually didn't feel chaotic at all, and still had the leisure to have stray thoughts.

'I'm currently doing four... no, with my stray thoughts, it's five tasks simultaneously!'

'This state is truly marvelous. It's as if there is a greater self, presiding over the many thoughts, coordinating and organizing them, allowing the different thoughts to cooperate with each other.'

'It's a bit like an octopus monster with five tentacles...'

'No, with my thoughts splitting to this degree, what if something goes wrong and I get dissociative identity disorder?'

'Is this how my tutor went mad?'

At this idea, Luo Sen's heart suddenly felt somewhat uneasy.

Fortunately his mental resolve was strong, and he soon calmed down again.

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'Forget it, forget it. My current magical knowledge is still too little. Wild guesses will only scare myself, without any other benefit.'

He decisively abandoned this kind of fruitless speculation, and focused on the paintings before him.

Perhaps because of having painted so much that his hands had become skilled, his painting speed had also increased dramatically.

Initially needing over four hours to complete a painting, today he painted two together, yet finished in less than 3 hours.

After completing them, the time was just past 10 o'clock, still with ample time before lunch.

Seeing there was still some time, Luo Sen went to the door and yelled loudly: "Uncle! Uncle! Come help me with something."

Not getting a response from Xiao Bo Lei, but Harry came running over.

"There's been another murder in the market, Xiao Bo Lei went out to investigate. Whatever you need, just ask me."

So Luo Sen said: "I've finished the paintings, but they need wood frames for mounting, to make them look more formal and high-class, you know?"

Harry nodded repeatedly: "I know, I know. You've found the right person."

"When I was young I was a carpenter, my skills were quite good. Mounting paintings is no problem at all."

As he spoke he walked into the painting studio.

"Xiao Bo Lei also prepared all the mounting tools, let me first take some measurements, then immediately... immediately... Golden God above, is this real?!"

Harry's expression suddenly changed drastically, then his knees went soft and he knelt down on the floor. And in front of him was the freshly painted 'Bathing in the Woods'.

This red-haired, red-bearded red bloodhound's green eyes were wide open to the limit, and his mouth was also slightly agape, with glistening saliva flowing from the corners.

Yet he was completely oblivious, letting the saliva hang down his beard in long strands.

Only after a full half a minute did he come to his senses, forcefully wiping the saliva from his mouth. But his eyes were still reluctant to leave the woman in the painting for even a moment.

"Luo Sen, you must tell me, have you seen the heavenly fairies?!"

Luo Sen spread his hands: "No, this is just a painting."

Harry shook his head forcefully.

"No! No! This isn't just a painting! This is an epic! This is a glimpse into the heavenly realm!"

"Ah~~~ How could there possibly exist such a beautiful maiden in this world? She must be a fairy! She must be!"

He became more and more excited, crawling on his knees several steps forward to hold up the oil painting, staring intently to get a closer look, as if wanting to dive into the painting and join that fairy bathing in the forest pool.

This was going too far. The paint wasn't even completely dry yet. If it got scratched, that would ruin it.

Luo Sen forcefully pulled him back: "Harry, get a hold of yourself! It still needs mounting."

Only after yelling at him several times did Harry barely regain his senses. But his face was still full of excitement, and his red beard kept twitching, like a burning flame.

"Yes, yes, it still needs mounting. I'll go get the tools right away, I'll go right away... Ah, fairy, you must wait for me!"

He immediately got to work.

The materials were all ready-made, and his skills were indeed good. After some clinking and clanking, he soon mounted the Rokeby Venus.

The time was just 11 o'clock.

Luo Sen grabbed a cloth to cover the painting, picked it up, and ran off.

"Harry, I'm going first. Leave the rest to you."

Harry nodded repeatedly: "No problem, leave it to me. I guarantee I can sell it for a good price... No no, it should fetch a heavenly price!"

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Sen was already at the stairs.

"I've also prepared lunch, it's in the box behind the counter. Just take it yourself."

"Thanks, Uncle Harry!"

Time was tight, so Luo Sen hurried towards Velázquez's house, one hand holding the painting, the other the wooden lunch box.

When Luo Sen finally ran panting to the South City Market, he was surprised to find the atmosphere of the market a bit off today.

The streets were unusually quiet, with visibly more patrolling guards.

But there was no time to think much of it. He found the entrance to Lane 1, and briskly ran inside.

When he came near No. 89 Velázquez's house, he clearly felt like he passed through a strange barrier, as if brushed by a condensed, restrained gust of wind across his body.

After crossing the barrier, Velázquez's house, which was somewhat vague and distant before, was now right before his eyes.

Though it was over ten meters away just a moment before, now he was standing right at the door.

He thought to himself: "This home protection magic really is strange, wonder when I'll be able to learn it."

Pushing open the door and walking in, Luo Sen put the lunch box on the table, and called out in a slightly raised voice.

"Teacher, I'm back. Is it convenient for me to come upstairs now?"

After a few seconds, an ardent response came from upstairs.

"Oh, my dear father, you're finally back. Your poor daughter is nearly starving to death."

'Creak~~ Thump thump thump~'

The second floor door opened, and a fiery red figure swiftly dashed down the stairs, stopping right in front of Luo Sen in an instant. She grasped his hands with both of hers, looking at him with burning eyes.

At this moment, she emanated a rich passion, like a ball of flame radiating endless heat.

Luo Sen stared dumbfounded, a single thought in his mind.

"Has she gone mad again?"