A piece of artwork soon spread out on the table.
Wilia was a standard Euodo nobleman and not a typical nouveau riche. He had been educated with so-called noble teachings from an early age. In the language of Harvaland, it was like being proficient in all kinds of art, like playing instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
The oil painting in front of him wasn't produced by another's hand but was painted by Wilia himself.
In the painting, there was a handsome white person with a head full of curly blonde hair. They were clad in silver armor, and their deep blue eyes were as profound as the boundless night sky, seeming capable of engulfing one's soul.
"Is the person in the painting a man or a woman?"
Michael glanced at Wilia.
The person in the painting was exceedingly handsome with a keen and striking appearance, but there was a kind of womanliness on them, and no obvious Adam's apple was drawn on the neck.
"Uh, I can't be sure."