LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

The pen and ink were ready.

Woods Randall stood up, picked up the pencil, and smiled at Jun Chester.

“Master, may I?”

Jun Chester smiled.

“You first.”

Woods Randall chuckled.

“Alright then. I’ll paint this castle.”

Jun Chester laughed softly.

“Go ahead, let’s see if you’ve made any progress over the years.”

Sandra Simpson, who was standing nearby, shuddered at his words.

Jun Chester, you arrogant clown.

Let’s see if Woods Randall has made any progress over the years?

How arrogant!

Shameless!

Woods Randall felt a bit embarrassed.

His master was still as arrogant as he was seven years ago.

Soon after, Woods Randall’s expression turned serious.

Quickly, the blank paper was covered with wild lines!

In the midst of the white space, a magnificent and grand castle gradually took shape.

After setting down his pencil, Woods Randall carefully examined his masterpiece.

A perfect work!

Sandra Simpson hadn’t blinked the entire time.

As she looked at the stately castle on the paper, her heart surged with emotion. Although she didn’t know much about painting, she could see its value.

This painting by Mr. Randall was worth millions!

It was undoubtedly Mr. Randall’s best work!

Moreover, from the moment he picked up the pencil to the moment he put it down, he never hesitated, clearly a result of practice making perfect!

As Woods Randall picked up the pencil again and signed his name, Sandra Simpson felt a dizzying excitement.

Was this a painting?

This was money!

If she were to sell this painting, she would make a fortune even at 20 million!

After signing his name, Woods Randall looked at Jun Chester again.

“Master, have I regressed?”

Jun Chester didn’t comment, only smiling silently.

Seeing Jun Chester’s expression, Sandra couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

Clown!

Let’s see if you can still laugh later!

Woods Randall, noticing Jun Chester’s silence, hesitated.

“What, is it very bad? Then let’s not keep it!”

His words nearly drove Sandra Simpson mad.

Let’s not keep it?

It’s pretty good, isn’t it?!

But, though Sandra was extremely anxious, she couldn’t just grab the paper.

If she did that now, wouldn’t that be stealing?

For a moment, Sandra Simpson was on edge.

At that time, Blake Charlton and Harold Pritchard had finished making rubbings of the characters on the ground.

Blake Charlton approached.

After looking at the painting, he offered his critique.

“Perfectly livid!”

Woods Randall burst into laughter.

“To have Lord Charlton’s approval, I haven’t wasted my time!”

Blake Charlton wore a humble expression.

“You’re too modest, Mr. Randall.”

Woods Randall waved his hands hastily.

“Lord Charlton, please don’t say that!”

Feeling an itch to paint, Blake Charlton smiled and picked up a pencil.

“May I also do one? I can paint the river in front.”

Woods Randall laughed heartily.

“That would be absolutely perfect!”

Blake Charlton glanced at the silent Jun Chester, deliberately or not.

He thought to himself,

In terms of identity, I am inferior to you.

In terms of cultivation, you are unparalleled in the world.

But I won’t be worse than you in painting.

Sandra Simpson saw Blake Charlton pick up the brush, as if she would forget to breathe. When she came back to her senses, she immediately spoke up.

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“Today… you don’t have to paint.”

Sandra Simpson felt that she was being kind.

She was giving Jun Chester a way out.

Otherwise, wouldn’t Jun Chester turn himself into a joke?

They were still in front of Mr. Charlton and Mr. Randall.

They were friends, so naturally, she should take care of him.

At this time, Jun Chester, with his usual expression, smiled faintly and said to Blake Charlton,

“Then go ahead and paint.”

Upon hearing this, Sandra Simpson’s eyelids twitched slightly.

A wise man knows when to stop, and this clown wasn’t particularly stupid.

Blake Charlton laughed heartily.

Without saying more.

He began to paint with bold, rough strokes, depicting the small river in front of them in one breath.

It’s hard to say whose work was better, his or Woods Randall’s.

But when she thought of Blake Charlton’s status in Lordran…

Sandra Simpson felt like she was suffocating!

Perhaps someone would be willing to spend a hundred million, or even three hundred million to buy a painting!

Where is this painting?

This was simply money that Blake Charlton had stuffed into her pocket!

If she got this painting, she would be rich!

And when Blake Charlton signed his name on the paper, he only said one sentence, and Sandra Simpson took off on the spot.

“Miss, since you are a friend of my master, please accept this painting as a small gift.”

Sandra Simpson was so excited that she couldn’t speak.

No matter how hard she struggled in her life, she could never catch up with the wealth that a painting by Blake Charlton could bring her!

Moreover, she also had Woods Randall’s painting.

Knowing this Straight-E was truly the luckiest thing in her life!

If it wasn’t for him, how could she have such great fortune?

Meanwhile, Woods Randall carefully examined Blake Charlton’s handwriting.

And gave a comment.

“Lord Charlton’s painting is indeed vivid and creative. The river seems to flow through the painting!”

Blake Charlton was in a great mood and laughed heartily.

“I feel flattered!”

At that, Blake Charlton moved the paper away, picked up the pencil again, looked at Jun Chester, and spoke with a hint of pride.

“Please?”

This time, Blake Charlton didn’t call Jun Chester “master” again.

Obviously, Blake Charlton had fighting spirit.

He wanted to challenge Jun Chester in painting.

Jun Chester hesitated for a moment, took the pencil, and agreed.

“Alright.”

Seeing this, Sandra Simpson muttered to herself.

How bold, Jun Chester. Aren’t you even afraid?

Blake Charlton, Woods Randall, and Harold Pritchard all looked at Jun Chester.

They all thought.

Although Jun Chester could paint, it was not his strongest area after all.

But as Jun Chester picked up the pen,

Everyone fell silent.

In the sunshine and gentle breeze,

Jun Chester left only a few lines on the paper!

Oceans, snow-capped mountains, eagles!

After he put down the pen, Blake Charlton and Woods Randall both widened their eyes in shock.

This…

With just a few simple strokes, they were brought into a snowy, ice-bound world.

They were all astonished!

They all found it unbelievable.

In just a moment, both Blake Charlton and Woods Randall were trembling.

Harold Pritchard and Sandra Simpson.

Although the former had some talent in painting, he couldn’t see the essence of it.

Sandra Simpson was even more confused.

Although she felt that Jun Chester’s writing became more and more charming as she looked at it, as a layman, she couldn’t appreciate the subtlety of this painting!

But the next scene made Sandra Simpson feel shocked.

At the moment when everyone was looking at the painting,

An eagle’s cry!

Came from the sky above!

As they looked up, they saw a dark shadow speeding toward them.

It was the giant snow eagle that had been circling the Himalayas for seven years before Jun Chester’s return!

Jun Chester had returned, riding this giant snow eagle.

The snow eagle had recognized Jun Chester as its master.

The snow eagle would be where Jun Chester was.

The eagle, the king of birds, the ruler of the sky!

And this snow mountain eagle should be it!

A painting that summoned the ruler of the sky to worship!