Chen Ran couldn't help but think that this mysterious man wearing a cloak was a bit cute.

Although the man didn't even say anything thankful, he didn't care. He cut a piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth, but his attention was completely focused on the mysterious man, and he wanted to know what kind of way to eat this hungry guy.

A pair of hands were pulled out from the wide sleeves, and they were a pair of fair and delicate little hands.

Chen Ran was stunned.

Such hands are not like men. It seems that this mysterious man is probably a woman, and he shouldn't be very old.

In this way, the previous situation is easier to explain. If a man is, he would not be so sluggish. Before, the person was not as tall as Chen Ran, and his behavior was extremely neat. He never said a word, and it was not obvious that this was a woman.

Chen Ran laughed in his heart, watching the mysterious woman gently take off the mask of the scarf and tick her hands in an orderly manner on her chest.

Chen Ran is no stranger to this familiar prayer action.

"Did you come from the Holy Church?"

The question immediately stunned the mysterious woman. She stopped her about to eat, raised her head and said coldly: "Who are you?"

Sure enough, the slender and cold sound was really a sissy.

I just don't know why she hides so deeply.

"Don't be nervous..." Chen Ran made an action not to be misunderstood. Then he also made a silent prayer for the mysterious girl when she was having a meal, and said with a smile: "The great God of Light has given us delicious food. Even if his grace cannot cover this area, we are still in awe."

Then, Chen Ran raised his wine glass and made a cheering gesture to the mysterious woman: "For the sake of God of Light, I have invited this meal."

"Are you also a believer in the Holy Church?" Looking at Chen Ran's familiar divine accent, the woman's tone was no longer as cold as before, and she was even a little curious about Chen Ran's identity.

What a funny thing, the hungry woman asked, cutting the barbecue in her hand was not slow at all.

"That, right..." Chen Ran didn't deliberately set himself on his own identity, but just cast a light spell, and the fantasy colorful light appeared in his hands, with a very pure power of light, "But don't guess."

Chen Ran was very bad. He was so surprised that he was so superb and tricked with a trick.

Seeing Chen Ran raising his glass for a long time, the mysterious woman also picked up a glass of beer and gently touched her with face. Chen Ran drank it all, but the mysterious woman just took a sip, which was very dissatisfied.

While clinking the glasses, Chen Ran hit the real eye, wanting to see the woman's attributes, but he had no choice but to find that he got a row of question marks.

It seems that this woman specifically hides her aura, just like that guy Mihawk, who doesn't want people to notice the real power attribute, at least it proves that this mysterious woman is better than him.

This hurt Chen Ran very much.

The so-called curiosity kills the cat. Chen Ran was idle at this time and was also curious about the appearance of this mysterious woman who should be strong in Diya City, where there is no power of the Holy Cult. However, when he thinks that there is a person from the Dark Holy Court in this place, Chen Ran felt that there should be some connection between them.

But these sensitive issues should involve some secrets. Chen Ran had no intention of exploring the woman he met by chance, and said casually: "Looking at you, you seem to have a little identity, how can you not even afford a meal?"

"On the way to the mission, I came to this not-so-familiar place, and I used up all the money unknowingly," the mysterious woman cut a piece of barbecue with a knife and put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly. Although the movement was not very fast, the plate of barbecue on her table was wiped out very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, half of the plate was gone, and Chen Ran had only eaten a few slices.

Seeing the woman opposite, she didn't like chatting much, Chen Ran didn't make any boring self-interest, drinking the cool beer and looking at the surrounding environment.

At this time, a homeless man carrying an easel appeared in Chen Ran's vision.

A young young painter wandered on the street. When passing by the stall, he smiled and asked some diners if they wanted to draw portraits. However, as if no one was paying attention, the diners who were being approached kept waving their hands to show that they were not needed.

Having nothing happened, Chen Ran couldn't help but waved to him, "Hey, here."

Hearing Chen Ran's greeting, the young man came over.

"Sir, do you need to draw a picture?"

Chen Ran noticed that this was a young man similar to him, wearing a variety of patched clothes, but there were still many holes, and he looked very depressed. Especially the man had a very incompatible whiskers on his face, and the two curved tendrils on his lips looked even more funny. Chen Ran didn't know that this man was not old, so why did he have a beard on his face?

Although this person looked down and out, he was in good spirits. Apart from the stubbornness of his mouth, his thin face even had a rare handsome look and a straight figure, giving people a sense of confidence and pride.

Chen Ran couldn't help but ask, "What can you draw?"

The young painter replied without saying a word: "I wonder if you want realistic or fantasy?"

"Fantasy style?" Chen Ran blinked, "What kind of fantasy style?"

"In fact, it is to use the basic portrait as the standard to increase some imagination, thereby changing some scenes and clothing."

"Then let's fantasize style."

Chen Ran knew that in addition to the strength of writing, photos rely on people's observation and carefully portrayed one part at a time. However, the fantasy style that this young man said requires not only some imagination. If it is only a facial mask to portray a brand new scene, the difficulty of increasing it is not a little bit. He doesn't know where the painter has this confidence.

"By the way, how do you calculate the remuneration?" Chen Ran asked by the way.

"Usually, I charge five silver coins, but I don't charge money if I'm not satisfied," the young painter smiled and said, "But I haven't had a midnight snack yet. If you treat me to a plate of barbecue and then have a glass of wine, I'll be happy."

"No problem," Chen Ran agreed generously. The price was even cheaper for the price of Dia City. So he turned around and shouted to the boss not far away: "Boss, let's have another plate... no, two plates of barbecue, you must have a bottle of ice beer."

Chen Ran felt that a plate of barbecue obviously could not satisfy the mysterious woman's appetite, so he carefully ordered an extra plate.

After receiving the boss's reply, it is probably ready to be delivered soon. Chen Ran turned his head and asked in detail: "The food will come up soon. Are you going to draw it after you finish eating?"

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