The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

What surprised and shocked Arthur was a painting.


To be precise, it was a portrait with an oak wood frame, yet the frame was broken and half a person high.


Just like Count Bert now standing before Arthur.


Of course, these are not the main points.


[Name: Hallward's Masterpiece (Damaged)]


[Remarks: Hallward was an obscure painter, but he possessed an unimaginable obsession, an obsession with beauty. He believed in recording the most beautiful things in the world.


For this, Hallward's friend, Lord Henry, greatly approved.


So, Lord Henry found a young man of remarkable beauty for Hallward.


Upon seeing this young man, Hallward decided to start painting.


This painter took the pigments prepared by his friend Lord Henry and entered a countryside studio specially prepared by his friend for what would be his peak and final creation.


Chapter 851 - Chapter 848: Monsters, Monsters, and Monsters X