I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 335 - 202: Sensitive Artist

Yesterday, after a lengthy analysis, he thought it was indeed necessary to keep a low profile for now, and occasionally cling to the demigod’s thigh. Damn it, the more he thought about it, the more it felt wrong. The way that old Bocuse looked at him wasn’t right; he might even end up on his dining table as an ingredient. Although the gourmet wasn’t good at fighting, there were many others who were.

Li Xin didn’t want to upgrade his Divine Relic’s Life Star, but he couldn’t get any clear enlightenment from the first instance. As for the path of a Law Enforcer, it seemed similar but didn’t quite fit. If he were a Law Enforcer, it should have been his own enforcement actions that unlocked it, not Luo Jin.

Of course, it’s also possible that the secrets he knew were too one-sided. The Round Table Conference hadn’t revealed much, and Mr. Cancer gave out information grudgingly. Miss Aries had to take the lead while others just assisted.

There’s an opportunity to remind Miss Aries; yesterday, Christie also mentioned subtly passing the essential oil matter to the second prince. It would be best not to appear directly to avoid being seen as the Night Patrol stirring up trouble. After all, they are outsiders, and the King’s attitude towards the Night Patrol was very subtle.

Li Xin stretched out his hand, feeling the warm sunlight on his arm. Life was a little thrilling, but he really enjoyed it. In both his past and present lives, he’s traveled to few places, and a city like Dao Yuan Continent’s was rare. If Oliver received the deserved judgment, his current little life would be quite comfortable.

In the inn, they were having lunch, though it wasn’t the usual time. The artists had also gotten up; they wanted to finish eating before the actual mealtime so they could help Ma Liu and eat good food for free.

Dragon Mother saw Li Xin and, unusually, didn’t tease him but instead turned to Mr. Kan, "Why didn’t you call him down for a meal?"

"We did, but he wouldn’t eat," Mr. Kan said, rubbing his nose.

"Dragon Mother, no need to worry about him. If he’s too hungry, he’ll come down. I’ve never met anyone who starved themselves to death," Old Fang laughed.

"Worry my ass! If he dies, you guys will have to pay his debts!" Dragon Mother shouted, shaking the dishes on the table.

Seeing he couldn’t avoid it, Li Xin quickly asked, "What happened to our painter?"

"His painting skills have been stuck at a bottleneck for a long time. He’s been seeking a breakthrough and a bigger stage. A few days ago, he was happy and told me he’d met someone who understood him and would recommend him as a court painter," Kan laughed.

"And he believed it?" Li Xin was stunned. Isn’t this an obvious scam? There’s no such good thing in this world.

"You mean that 300-pound noblewoman?" Old Fang stared blankly in disbelief.

Mr. Kan nodded in pain, "I also thought he wouldn’t believe it. Maybe he lost something. Men, you know, need to take some knocks to mature."

"Mature, my ass! Serves him right!" Dragon Mother stormed off; one less hungry mouth to feed.

Old Fang and Mr. Kan exchanged glances, clinked their tiny wine cups, and sipped their drinks with peanuts.

Li Xin thought he should offer some comfort to Dalivin. Artists tend to be sensitive, and it wouldn’t be good if he took it too hard.

Knocking on Dalivin’s door, "Painter, it’s me."

Expecting no response, surprisingly the door opened quickly, and a messy-haired Dalivin, looking like a bird’s nest, stared wide-eyed at Li Xin, "Honestly, I think I’m more handsome and have more of an artist’s vibe than you do, why is that?"

Damn, Li Xin tilted his mouth, "I’m an artist too. I’m also a bestselling author!"

Dalivin sighed deeply, "What’s wrong with this world? Why does nobody understand me? What am I drawing wrong? Why is this path so difficult?"

"If this path doesn’t work, just switch!" Li Xin entered the room. Though the room was small, the art supplies were neatly organized, while everything else lay in chaos. A few wine bottles piled in the corner, yet Dalivin didn’t smell of alcohol.

Li Xin had seen his paintings; they were extremely realistic and excellent, and he could lower his stance to cater to Dragon Mother’s tastes. By logic, he should have a market, except he was broke.

"Once a path is chosen, it’s tough to change. If I could switch careers, I would’ve done it long ago. Ask Mr. Kan, Old Fang, or David, why don’t they switch to better industries?"

"I think David is doing fine, and he thinks so too. He doesn’t need to switch," Li Xin commented.

Dalivin’s eyes welled up with tears, "I feel I genuinely have a talent for painting. What does the world truly appreciate? Why does nobody recognize me?"

"Can’t really say that; a lot of people in the inn appreciate you," Li Xin replied, but Dalivin seemed even more saddened.

"In any profession, one needs to advance. I’ve been standing still at the inn for too long. Will I spend my entire life painting at the market?" Dalivin lamented, holding his head, "The future seems dark. I don’t know where my future lies. Perhaps this is my destiny, destined to be an unrecognized talent."

The 300-pound incident clearly took a toll on Dalivin. Artists are quite susceptible to visual shockwaves. Whether the person remains is unknown, but inspiration for sure gets lost.

"Ahem, I’ve heard that great artists are often forged through suffering."

"I haven’t seen you suffering, living such a comfortable life. One beautiful woman after another, each one more outrageous," Dalivin remarked, looking at Li Xin, feeling like his beans were about to spill.

Li Xin rubbed his nose, "You didn’t see my struggles. Three minutes on stage require ten years of effort off stage."

"Is that so? You’re so young; did you start brewing novels in the womb?" Dalivin’s mind didn’t seem muddled, his eyes filled with a bit of expectation and longing.

"Perhaps it’s talent," Li Xin shrugged helplessly, seeing Dalivin delving deeper into depression. He quickly said, "I think you could change your painting style. If your paintings and others’ aren’t much different, or the gap isn’t large, how can you stand out?"

Dalivin froze, staring directly at Li Xin, eyes filled with shock and confusion, murmuring, "A painter’s path pursues reality until reaching a lifelike level. It’s been so since ancient times. The top-tier painters rely on the Church Court, the second-tier rely on the Royal Court, and the third-tier on Secret Organizations."

"Which tier do you belong to?"

"I belong to the fourth tier, freely existing in this colorful world, where all things are my teachers," Dalivin’s eyes shone with a hint of pride.

"In other words, nobody wants you?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"I once believed that having an artistic world meant having everything. I was rich, fulfilling, and elegant, only to be defeated by a piece of bread—no, a piece of naan," Dalivin tilted his head, looking at Li Xin, unsure if Li Xin was comforting him or trying to finish him off, sighing: "That’s why I’ve fallen to this state, with nothing but freedom left."

"No, you still have unyielding poverty," Li Xin jabbed.

Artists are all pretentious; they shouldn’t be pampered, the more you comfort them, the worse they get. Those surviving under Dragon Mother’s tyranny are not faint-hearted.

Unexpectedly, Dalivin chuckled, "Yes, indeed. Back in the day, I had good opportunities too, but I just loved being free. Back then, youthful, believing I could pave a path by myself—alas, too hasty. Now as half-hearted as this, nobody wants me, and there’s no going back. Even if an opportunity arises, you have to be cautious about being sold off. Life is tough, but at least being poor, I’m still here."