Chapter 177 Emrys Is Emerentius
That was how masters came to be skilled
Emerentius had been renowned for many years, and each of his paintings was imbued with profound meaning, far beyond the imitation capabilities of an ordinary person.
People within the calligraphy and painting circles speculated that Emerentius must be an individual past his fifties, with graying hair, and someone who had experienced the highs and lows of life. Only then could he possess such a carefree and detached outlook on the world, enabling him to create artwork with such a unique ambiance.
Jacinda had also thought the same in the past.
However, when she saw the autographed art photo in her hand, she couldn’t help but reveal a shocked expression.
The photograph did not reveal Emerentius‘ face. It was merely a shot of his back. However, through that silhouette, it was evident that Emerentius was not the white–haired old man they had imagined, but rather a young man.
A very young man, in fact.
If it weren’t for the assurance given by Chandler, they would have even doubted that the young man in the photo was Emerentius at all.
In addition to the guarantee from the governor, another characteristic quickly dispelled everyone’s doubts about Emerentius‘ identity.
The signature on the photo, signed “Emerentius,” was in an artistic font completely consistent with the style of his works. It was simply impossible to forge.
In other words, those ten autographed art photos could also be considered as Emerentius‘ works. The artistic calligraphy alone was worth a fortune.
Almost instantly, the news that Emerentius was a young man spread far and wide. Everyone in the auction house was stunned, followed by exclamations of awe, “Emerentius is truly a prodigy in calligraphy and painting!”
Some young women, who initially idolized Emerentius merely as a celebrity, found themselves unexpectedly yearning to obsess over him upon catching sight of his silhouette.
Especially that face, only a quarter of it visible, with sharp, distinct features. It was clear at a glance that
he was a handsome man.
That sense of mystery, akin to a/veiled lute player, was truly unbearable!
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seemed oddly familiar to her, especially the clothing worn by Emerentius. It was as if she had seen it somewhere before…
Suddenly, Lydia abruptly turned her head to look at Emrys.
At that moment, Emrys had already left his seat. As he was about to disappear around the corner of the venue, it was that fleeting sensation that caused Lydia’s delicate b*dy to tremble violently. It’s him! That night, when I first visited Emrys at Verdant Estate, he was wearing the very same outfit that was in the photograph! Emrys… Is he Emerentius?
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