Oil painting, a type of painting made using quick-drying plant oils mixed with pigments on a canvas board, is also the most mainstream painting technique in this world.

Oil paints have high pigment density and can maintain their luster for a long time after drying. With the opacity and transparency of the pigments, the painted objects have rich colors and strong three-dimensional texture.

In the golden land, only oil paintings can enter the grand exhibition halls, naturally, only oil paintings can be sold at high prices.

This is the main reason why Celeste made Rosen learn oil painting.

The next morning.

Celeste grabbed the half-asleep Rosen from the floor.

"Get up~ Hurry up! Remember, I hate lazy apprentices the most!"

Rosen was startled awake and immediately stood up straight: "Master, I'll remember that!"

Celeste pointed to the set of oil painting tools on the table: "I've taught you the basics of painting. I believe that as long as you get the hang of using these pigments, with your talent for drawing, you'll be able to produce decent works very soon, right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then, start right after breakfast!"

Breakfast was already prepared, and it was quite sumptuous, with bread, vegetable soup, and a small slice of cured meat.

Before eating, Rosen was a little uncertain: "Master, is this all for me?"

"Stop with the nonsense! Eat up quickly!"

Rosen did as he was told immediately.

He wolfed down the breakfast like a whirlwind, then picked up the tools and began to study them carefully, following what he had learned last night.

After concentrating on the research for half an hour, he roughly figured out how to use the tools. Just as he was about to start practicing, a stream of information flashed through his mind.

'New printing tool discovered, load?'

Rosen was surprised: 'It can be like this?'

Of course he chose to load.

After patiently waiting for more than ten seconds, he received another message: 'New tool loading completed, added to printing options.'

Rosen was overjoyed. Just as he was about to try printing, he heard Celeste's dissatisfied yelling.

"What are you standing there zoning out for?!"

"I'm warning you, if you can't produce a sellable painting within half a month, don't expect to learn any magic from me! Do you understand?"

"I understand, Master!"

Rosen was startled by the yelling. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: 'It seems that Celeste only cares about magic and is only jealous of my ability in magic. He doesn't seem to care at all about painting. '

If that's the case, then showing talent in painting shouldn't attract murderous intent. On the contrary, it would make Celeste value him even more.

These thoughts flashed through in an instant, and Rosen immediately adjusted his strategy.

He said with an 'excited' face: "Master, I think I've figured out how to use these things."

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Celeste was half believing: "Kid, I don't like apprentices who talk big."

Rosen looked 'confident': "Master, I'm not exaggerating. See, these pigments are actually a special kind of paintbrush. It's not much different from when I used to draw with charcoal."

Celeste believed this. His mood suddenly improved a lot. He thought for a moment, then pointed at himself: "Then try painting me as I am now."

"Yes, Master."

Rosen set up the canvas, then carefully observed Celeste.

After carefully selecting the angle, he began taking screenshots from the adventure log, capturing over a hundred in a row, then selected the one that best showed the mystic aura of the mage, and started printing.

The next moment, his hands seemed to be restrained by an invisible force as he deftly mixed the pigments, picked up the brush and painting knife, and started painting 'swish swish'.

In the screenshot image, Celeste was sitting at a small square table with a thick leather book in his hand, and the words "Celeste's Magic Notes" were written on the pages.

If it had been last night, Rosen wouldn't have been able to recognize these words, but now he could.

His heart skipped a beat: 'Magic notes, that is, magic books, which must contain Celeste's magical knowledge!'

With Celeste's miserly temperament, wanting him to voluntarily teach magic was like dancing on the edge of a knife. The slightest mistake would be fatal.

Although he could also wear Celeste down bit by bit, it would undoubtedly take a lot of time, and he might not be able to learn everything.

Therefore, it would be better to steal the knowledge!

As soon as this thought came out, it quickly occupied Rosen's entire mind like a prairie fire.

He had to take a deep breath and try his best to restrain these thoughts and stay focused on continuing the painting.

Of course Celeste didn't know what Rosen was thinking. He was still sitting casually in the chair, flipping through his own magic book, completely unconcerned about Rosen's gaze, not at all worried that this 'illiterate' apprentice would steal his magical knowledge.

While talking, he closed the magic book, got up and walked to the canvas.

The moment he saw the canvas, Celeste's body froze, not moving an inch, not even blinking, as if frozen in place by a spell.

On the canvas was a middle-aged man wearing a pointed hat and a gray cloak.

He held a magic book in one hand and casually leaned the other on the back of a chair. His eyes showed an obsession with magic, but his furrowed brows also revealed a hint of worry, and the knife-cut wrinkles on his forehead were traces left by the arduous path of magic.

Celeste had a very strange feeling, as if looking in a mirror, yet somehow different from usual.

The man in the painting was not a simple copy, but a kind of 'distilled essence', exuding a strong spiritual appeal, as if he had a soul of his own.

Celeste subconsciously stroked his sparse mustache and couldn't help praising: "Hmm... Not bad at all! Really amazing! Kid, your talent for painting is outstanding!"

This time, it was pure praise, full of joy, without a trace of jealousy, not even envy.

Rosen had guessed right, what Celeste valued was only magic.

After admiring it for a long time, the middle-aged mage turned to look at Rosen, his eyes burning hot, as if looking at an inexhaustible treasure trove.

"Rosen, this painting is very good, but it won't make money because no one will be interested in an unknown mage."

Rosen pretended to ask: "Then what should I do, Master?"

A sly smile appeared on the middle-aged mage's face: "Only beautiful women are real hard currency! There will be countless lustful men willing to spend a fortune for them!"

Before Rosen could reply, he clapped his hands and spoke faster and faster.

"A man's tastes are very focused. From childhood to old age, what they are most interested in are beautiful young girls."

"Those innocent pure eyes, smooth tender skin, and the natural sensuality in that immature body are irresistible temptations to any man."

Rosen was in complete agreement with these words.

In his previous life on Earth, whenever a pretty girl walked past a barbecue stand, the men sitting there, regardless of age, marital status, or moral standards, would invariably ogle her.

Even if their bodies didn't turn, their necks would. Even if they forcibly controlled their necks not to turn, their eyeballs would still shift over. Even if some managed not to move their eyeballs, their peripheral vision would still sneak a peek.

That primal male instinct rooted deep in the bloodline simply could not be blocked by acquired rationality!

"So you know what to paint now, right?"

Rosen immediately nodded: "Master, can I paint that beautiful girl named Lillis that I met downstairs yesterday?"

'Pfft—'

Celeste choked on his saliva and quickly shook his head: "That girl is pretty, but she's a thorny rose. Don't paint her!"

Rosen pretended to look 'disappointed': "But she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I can't paint something I haven't seen before."

Celeste couldn't refute this. He also knew very well that if Lillis was really painted, it would definitely sell for a high price, but it would also cause endless troubles.

However, he really needed money desperately. To buy a basic standard spell at the Mage's Guild cost 30 crowns, while risking his life hunting bandits in the deep mountains and forests only earned 10 crowns.

After some thought, he gritted his teeth with a desperate look on his face.

"You wait here. I'll go get that girl for you right now. We can make money together!"