This is a typical main plane of blond hair and blue eyes, and the Western continental race of the earth, unlike the Chinese or anything else.

She was wearing a big red dress with a slightly lower collar and a spider-web-shaped pearl diamond necklace. She had complex gold threads embroidered near the collar and shoulders of the clothes. She was wearing a small crown with patterns on her head.

The golden thread is somewhat similar.

The background of the painting is not very clear, and it can be seen that it is a green green space, and there are rays of golden sunlight falling on the top of the trees.

Overall, the painting is well preserved.

It's too good to be reasonable.

How could such a vivid picture be left on the castle walls with such a high degree of decay?

However, this is unreasonable, but it is the most reasonable - this is a good place to hide a soul.

This also proves that the princess exists, not the illusion of the headless knight.

"It's her?" Sara Careygen went up and was about to touch the picture.

"Don't move!" I hurriedly called her.

"No response at all," she said, "but it's a bit abnormal."

"It is certainly not normal for paintings that have at least two thousand years of age, and they can still be so bright and vivid." I said.
Chapter completed!