Chapter 202: There Was Something Hidden in the Painting
John painted quickly.
During the process, Alfred stood nearby, clearly dissatisfied, while Adam observed in silence, more curious than critical.
He didn't understand why John had come all this way just to make a painting—but since John had insisted, neither of them interrupted or tried to peek before it was finished.
Roughly fifteen minutes later, John set down the brush.
"I'm done," he said casually. "You may now admire my masterpiece. But old goat—" he glanced at Alfred, "I advise you not to look too closely. You might actually lose your eyes."
If he hadn't said that, Alfred might have ignored the painting altogether. But now he was even more irritated.
'Lose my eyes? Over a painting? What nonsense! Does he think I'm a fool?'
Determined to prove him wrong, Alfred stepped forward and looked.
Sure enough—nothing happened.
The painting showed a single owl, perched solemnly on a branch. The brushstrokes were few, but the image was striking and lifelike.
Alfred narrowed his eyes and scoffed, "This... This is the work of the Master of Clouds. So, you're him?"