Chapter 372: The Divine Oracle High Priest Huo Bing, The Pope Dies Suddenly, How Pleasing

Cyno River.

A sightseeing boat slowly sailed, its decor classical and the silhouette smooth, reflecting the moonlight, slicing through the glistening waterline.

The sceneries on both banks were picturesque, and the music was elegant. Accompanied by the sound of the boat slapping against the water, the artistic content was as high as a two- or three-story building.

Wayne was itching to pick up a brush and paint.

Alas, he could not.

His painting skills were mediocre; realism was particularly terrible, and he focused primarily on abstract.

Although the mainstream aesthetic of the times was abstract, and after a person passed away, there would always be an auction house to argue for them, this was Austria, Prussia's backyard. Little Mustache, the leader, despised the abstract. Dare to be abstract, and he would dare to pull you.