Chapter 218

Finally?

Has he been waiting for me.

Or... CP0 is waiting for me. It's a trap!

Seeing the shock in the bear's eyes, Carlos Hart said: "don't doubt that they don't know your identity. My ability is not so simple. What they see is what they need, and they don't know the secret."

Hearing the speech, the bear's killing intention converged slightly and asked, "why do you do this?"

"Because they ruined my dream!"

When Carlos Hart said this, the hatred in his eyes was not like fraud, which reminded the bear of one thing in an instant.

"So... The plagiarism news previously published in the newspaper is false?"

"That's right!"

Carlos Hart closed his eyes and looked miserable.

He was an orphan and suffered a lot from childhood. An old man who set up a stall on the street of shampoo to help tourists draw and support his family adopted him. Influenced by his experience, painting has become his only hobby.

Before he died, the old man called him over and told him that the most regretful thing in his life was not that he had no talent. He had to choose the road of painting. He could only set up a stall to live when he was old.

But in order to pursue their dreams, they abandoned too many things.

When I was young, I left my hometown in spite of opposition, failed to live up to the expectations of my parents and the waiting of my lovers. When I hit my head and blood and wanted to turn back, I found that my hometown had long been changed, my parents died in a shipwreck, and my lovers also married.

Kneeling in front of his parents' grave, he regretted, suffered, and even wanted to cut off his hand to repent.

But he was afraid of pain and didn't be cruel.

waste material!

That's what the old man thinks of himself.

He saw that Carlos Hart also liked painting, but he was afraid that he would go his old way, so he gave him a question and made an appointment with him. If he couldn't do it, he would honestly find a job and live in peace. Don't dream about spring and autumn.

In the old man's opinion, Carlos Hart couldn't do it because he asked him to draw hope.

A teenager at that time could not have that kind of life perception.

But Carlos Hart should.

He shut himself up in the basement without eating or drinking, and drew his own answer with the simplest paint and brush.

It was a realistic painting of ordinary shampoo. In addition to sophisticated techniques, it was not like a child can do, and there was no bright spot.

In the distance, the endless ocean reflects the afterglow of the sunset, and the warm faint light falls on the roots of the mangroves in the shampoo. With the flow of people coming and going, it shows the magnificent prosperity of the shampoo islands.

But it's impossible!

The red earth continent divides the world into two, and the night in shampoo comes early.

There is no laterite continent!

The old man instantly understood the painting [hope].

Looking at Carlos Hart's dirty hands, the old man patted him on the head, didn't speak, and died peacefully that night.

From that day on, the residents of the shampoo area found that the old man who set up a stall in the tourist street to help people draw disappeared and was replaced by the boy next to the old man.

Knowing that the old man died, the acquaintances nearby sighed a little, and then didn't take it to heart again.

"Do you want to draw, sir?"

"Beautiful lady, do you want to draw?"

At the edge of the old painting booth, the young boy's face was full of smiles. He warmly invited every passing tourist. Day after day, year after year, he grew up from unfamiliar to skilled.

"This picture is really good!"

On this day, a passing Tianlong man suddenly saw his unfinished works and looked surprised.

"Come and draw one for me, kid."

Like the others, Carlos Hart, lying on the ground and afraid to look up, was stunned.

"Me?"

"Nonsense, who else but you?"

The young challos Saint said impatiently, "hurry up, I have to go to the auction. Don't waste my time!"

This is Tianlong man!

World nobility!

How does he like my painting!

But who dares to refuse the request of Tianlong people?

Carlos Hart gingerly tore down the unfinished work and paved the paper again.

This time he did everything he could, took out the precious paint he had collected, carefully outlined the appearance of challos Saint bit by bit, and beautified it "slightly", so that he didn't look so stupid and dignified.

Afraid of delay, the painting was finished quickly.

Charles Rosen took the portrait and looked at it, more satisfied.

"Good, good painting!"

"Take it to Elsa and let her hang it in the living room. Old man, he doesn't want to marry his daughter to me. With this, I don't think anyone dares to marry her except me!"

"Yes!"

Among the bodyguards, a white suit came out, took the portrait and strode away.

Immediately, challos Saint continued to move forward with a big stomach, of course without saying a word.

I thought the storm was over.

But a few days later, another white suit came to the painting booth.

"I'm very satisfied with the last portrait. This is a reward for you!"

He took the box with a confused face, and Carlos Hart asked subconsciously.

"Why?"

In this regard, the white suit said indifferently: "Princess Elsa has married the Saint Charles rose and become his seventh wife. It's all your credit."

Say no more words and turn away.

Carlos Hart was silent.

After a long time, I packed up my things and went home early.

The princess of the great joining country married Tianlong because of a portrait picked up from the roadside. Carlos Hart was out of breath because of the invisible heavy depression.

Then he opened the box and was shocked to find that there was a gray devil fruit whose color was like a pencil!

At least 100 million Bailey!

Carlos Hart was silent again.

After half a ring, he laughed at himself and said, "I now understand why you wanted to cut off your hand to repent, old man."

"Because, me too!"

Naturally, it is impossible to exchange the reward of Tianlong people for money. Carlos Hart ate up the devil fruit with tears in his eyes, so as to punish himself and exchange conscience and comfort.

This fruit is the sketch fruit.

In fact, Carlos Hart has always had a defect, that is, when he was a child, malnutrition led to physical diseases. When his palm was still, he would have uncontrollable tremor and paralysis, and the arc was huge. He couldn't restrain himself in any training.

If you stick to this path, even if you have high talent, the final result is likely to be the same as the old man.

Of course the old man knows that.

But seeing that Carlos Hart did not eat or drink and buried himself in painting to win his approval, the old man finally let the water out.

He remembered that he was not like that.

However, after getting the sketch fruit, Carlos Hart finally overcame this defect because of the stability brought by the fruit ability, and his painting skills reached the peak in an instant.

As a talented painter, in just a few years, he went out of the shampoo field and became a world-famous portrait master of the sea.

The royal families of various countries are crazy about him and are proud to ask him to draw a portrait for themselves, so that they can compare and show off. Even the Tianlong people often invited him to the holy land to paint for them.

Everything looks so beautiful.

But with the fruit ability, he was no longer a simple painter.

Plus the identity of a demon fruit power.

It's a gift, a gift, and a curse.

The curse erupted after he developed the demon fruit to awakening.

Gifted and talented, such people get the fruits of sketch. In just ten years, they have developed to an unprecedented level of awakening, and then disaster comes.

On that day, he helped a princess draw in a participating country

Flirting by the way.

Everyone is an adult, with aristocratic atmosphere, very normal.

The princess said she hid the brush and asked him to find it.

But Carlos Hart didn't run around. Instead, he picked up a branch and painted his brush on the garden land.

The princess said, your fruit ability can take out the things in the painting, which doesn't count.

Carlos Hart replied with a confident smile.

"Of course not. This is my recently developed ability. As long as I draw something in my mind, I can know where it is."

Then he reached out and grabbed the princess's skirt and took out the hidden brush from her chest in exclamation.

It's not worth mentioning that night.

For trial.

Then, there is no then.

He was kidnapped in his sleep and locked up by a group of "Pirates".

At the same time, another "Carlos Hart" appeared in front of the world.