Pirate Black Count

Chapter 218, The Life of Carlos Hart

finally?

Could it be that he has been waiting for me.

Or... CP0 is waiting for me, it's a trap!
Seeing the shock in Xiong's eyes, Carlos Hart said: "There is no need to doubt, they don't know your identity, my ability is not that simple, what they see is only what they need, and they don't know the secret."

Hearing this, Xiong's killing intent restrained slightly, and asked, "Why did you do this?"

"Because they ruined my dream!"

The hatred in Carlos Hart's eyes did not seem to be fake when he said this, and it reminded Xiong of something instantly.

"So...the plagiarized news published in the newspaper before is fake?"

"That's right!"

Carlos Hart closed his eyes, his face full of pain.

He was an orphan who suffered a lot since he was a child. An old man who set up a stall on the street in Chambord to help tourists draw and support his family adopted him. Under his influence, painting became his only hobby.

Before he died, the old man called him over and told him that his biggest regret in this life was not that he had no talent and had to choose the path of painting.

But in order to chase dreams, too many things have been abandoned.

When I was young, I disregarded opposition and left my hometown. I failed my parents’ expectations and my lover’s expectations.

Kneeling in front of his parents' grave, he felt remorse and pain, and even wanted to cut off his own hand to repent.

But he was afraid of pain, so he didn't make up his mind.

waste!

The old man evaluated himself in this way.

He saw that Carlos Hart also liked painting, but he was afraid that he would go his own way, so he asked him a question and made an appointment with him. If he couldn't do it, he would find a job and live a stable life , Don't have any big dreams.

In the old man's opinion, Carlos Hart couldn't do this question, because he asked him to draw hope.

A child who was only a teenager at the time, how could he have that kind of life perception.

But Carlos Hart complied.

Locking myself in the basement without eating or drinking, I drew my own answer with the simplest paints and brushes.

It was a realistic picture of an ordinary shampoo, except that the sophisticated technique was not what a child could do, and there was no bright spot in it.

In the distance, the endless ocean reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, and the warm twilight falls on the roots of the mangrove trees in Chambord. With the flow of people coming and going, it shows the magnificence and prosperity of the Chambord Islands.

But this is impossible!
The Red Earth Continent divides the world into two, and the night in Chambord comes very early.

There is no red earth continent!

The old man instantly understood what the [hope] was in this painting.

Looking at Carlos Hart's dirty hands, the old man patted his head without saying a word, and passed away peacefully that night.

From that day on, the residents of Chambord discovered that the old man who set up a stall in the tourist street to help people paint disappeared and was replaced by the young man next to the old man.

Upon learning of the old man's death, the acquaintances nearby expressed a few words of emotion, and then they didn't take this matter to heart again.

"Sir, do you want to draw?"

"Beautiful lady, do you want to draw?"

Beside the old painting booth, the immature teenagers are full of smiles and warmly invite every passing tourist. Day after day and year after year, they grow up little by little from unfamiliarity to proficiency.

"This painting is really good!"

On this day, a Tianlong man passing by suddenly saw his unfinished work and was surprised.

"Little ghost, come and help me draw one too."

Carlos Hart, who was lying on the ground like the others and did not dare to look up, was stunned.

"I?"

"Nonsense, who else but you?"

The young Saint Charles Rose said impatiently: "Hurry up, I have to go to the auction, don't waste my time!"

This is a dragon!

World nobles!

How can he appreciate my paintings!

But who dares to refuse the request of the Tianlong people?
Carlos Hart tremblingly tore off the unfinished work and re-laid the drawing paper.

This time he tried his best, took out the precious paints he had collected with great difficulty, and carefully outlined the appearance of St. Charlos bit by bit, and "slightly" beautified it so that he would not look so demented , quite majestic.

Not daring to waste time, the painting was quickly completed.

St. Charles Rose took a look at the portrait and was even more satisfied.

"Not bad, good painting!"

"Take it to Elsa and ask her to hang this painting in the living room. The old man is unwilling to marry his daughter to me. With this, I will see who dares to marry her except me!"

"Yes!"

A man in a white suit walked out of the crowd acting as bodyguards, took the portrait and strode away.

Immediately, St. Charles Rose continued to move forward with a big belly, without mentioning payment of course.

I thought this storm was over.

But a few days later, another white suit came to the painting booth.

"My lord was very satisfied with the last portrait, this is a reward for you!"

Taking the box in a daze, Carlos Hart asked subconsciously.

"why?"

Regarding this, the white suit said indifferently: "Princess Elsa has married Lord Charles Rose and has become his seventh wife. This is all thanks to you."

Say no more words, turn and leave.

Carlos Hart was silent.

After a long time, I packed up my things and went home early.

The princess of the dignified franchise country married a Tianlongren because of a portrait picked up from the roadside. This invisible heavy depression made Carlos Hart a little out of breath.

Immediately after opening the box, I was shocked to find that inside was a gray devil fruit that looked like a pencil!
At least [-] million Baileys!
Carlos Hart was silent again.

After a while, he laughed at himself and said, "I understand now why you wanted to cut off your own hand to repent, old man."

"Because, I am too!"

Naturally, it was impossible to exchange the rewards from the Tianlong people. With tears in his eyes, Carlos Hart ate the devil fruit bite by bite, punishing himself in exchange for peace of mind.

This fruit is the sketch fruit.

In fact, Carlos Hart has always had a defect, that is, he was malnourished when he was a child, which caused physical lesions. When his palms were still, he would tremble and paralyze uncontrollably, with a huge arc, which could not be restrained no matter how much he trained.

If you stick to this path, no matter how talented you are, the final result is likely to be the same as the old man.

Of course the old man knew this.

But seeing Carlos Hart burying himself in painting without eating or drinking, trying to win his own approval, the old man finally let go.

He remembered that he was not like this back then.

However, after obtaining the sketch fruit, the stability brought by the fruit ability allowed Carlos Hart to finally overcome this defect, and his drawing skills reached the peak in an instant.

As an already talented painter, in just a few years, he stepped out of Chambord and became a world-renowned portrait master of Haihai.

The royal families of various countries frantically pursued him, and they were proud to ask him to draw a portrait for themselves, so that they could be used to compare and show off.Even the Celestial Dragons repeatedly invited him to holy places to paint for them.

Everything looks so beautiful.

But since he had the fruit ability, he is no longer a simple painter.

Also add the identity of a devil fruit ability user.

It's a gift, a gift, and a curse.

The curse broke out after he developed the devil fruit to awaken.

Talented and talented, such people have obtained the fruit of sketching, and in just ten years, they have developed to an unprecedented level of awakening, and then disaster strikes.

On that day, he was in a franchise country to help a princess draw a picture...

Flirt by the way.

Everyone is an adult, with an aristocratic atmosphere, which is very normal.

The princess said she hid the paintbrush and asked him to find it.

But Carlos Hart didn't run around, but picked up a branch and drew his own paintbrush on the garden ground.

The princess coquettishly refused, and said, your fruit ability can take out the things in the painting, it doesn't count.

Carlos Hart replied with a confident smile.

"Of course not. This is an ability I have developed recently. As long as you draw something in your mind, you can know where it is."

Then he reached out and grabbed the princess's skirt, and took out the hidden paintbrush from her chest with an exclamation.

It goes without saying that the night was romantic.

In order to pass the trial.

Then there is no more then.

He was taken away in his sleep, and a group of "pirates" locked him up.

At the same time, outside, another "Carlos Hart" appeared in front of the world.

　Thanks for the 400 rewards from the book friend ~Lonely in the Autumn Rain~!Thank you for your support!
　　Recently, there are few rewards, and the big tree on the street only memorizes the small books, which is miserable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)