?A paint palette is an essential tool for painting.
It is used to mix and blend paints to ensure they appear uniform when applied to the canvas.
Skilled painters are particular about their tools, and painting can often be a lengthy process during which the paint may dry out.
To prevent the paint from drying, it’s important to choose a palette made from non-absorbent materials.
Nowadays, paint palettes are made from various materials such as wood, glass, ceramic, plastic, and stone. However, William’s palette is made from an ancient stone called Cloudrift Stone, the same material as a stele he had left behind.
In terms of material, this paint palette is of good quality, though William has grown tired of using it for so long and no longer likes it.
The missing piece from the palette was simply due to William’s boredom,he fiddled with it until he accidentally broke off a piece.
Upon hearing William’s suggestion, Walker decided to take a closer look at the palette.
Having studied both music and painting with his first master, Walker had some understanding of the materials used for paint palettes.
“This palette doesn’t even show its age,it hasn’t even cracked…” Walker examined the palette closely, realizing he had never seen this type of stone before. “It looks fragile. Could it be used as a weapon to hit someone?”
William’s eyebrows twitched slightly. Hit someone?
What an idea!
How could a painting tool be used to hit someone?
Such a violent thought!
As Walker held the palette, its Weapon Spirit quickly appeared, floating in mid-air like an oil painting.
The face of the Weapon Spirit changed continuously—sometimes an old man, sometimes a young man, sometimes a boy. Its voice sounded divine.
“Young man, thinking of using me to hit someone is quite ridiculous!” The Weapon Spirit looked at Walker calmly, not angered by his words, and even bowed towards William.
Seeing its gesture, Walker glanced at William and wasn’t surprised. He knew William was powerful, but to him, William was at least a good friend, if not a brother.
He had always said he would look out for William and had William call him “big brother,” but deep down, he still considered William a good friend.
Friends, no matter how powerful, are still friends.
Knowing William was strong, Walker felt relieved,he no longer had to worry about his safety.
“What else can you be used for if not to hit people?” Walker asked the Weapon Spirit of the paint palette directly.
The Weapon Spirit laughed, “Since I am a paint palette, of course, I am used for mixing paints.”
“With the paints I help mix, you can paint mountains, waters, and anything in the world, and the results will surely be astonishing.”
Walker was speechless.
“Using me to hit someone would be a waste of talent, wouldn’t it?”
Walker twitched his mouth, “So you’re just a paint palette?”
The Weapon Spirit proudly smiled, “That’s exactly what I am!”
Walker was resigned to the Weapon Spirit’s attitude and turned to William, “What use do I have for it then?”
William smiled meaningfully, “You don’t always have to fight. Paint a little, adjust your mood, and perhaps you could open the door to a new world.”
Walker fell silent. If it were before the apocalypse, painting to adjust his mood might be feasible, but in these chaotic times, was painting really useful?
Seeing Walker’s silence, William continued, “You already have plenty of artifacts for fighting, and probably enough secret manuals, but to advance further, you might need to improve your mental state.”
“There’s a paintbrush over there,you could take that too.” William merely made a suggestion, whether Walker listened was up to him.
The paintbrush William mentioned had bristles that were somewhat worn but had been used by William himself. The bristles were plucked from a creature called a Crimsonflame Goldleon, and the handle seemed to be made from the pinky bone of an ancient giant dragon, making it a truly unique paintbrush.
That Crimsonflame Goldleon, by current strength levels, would be considered a high-ranking god-king.
William had vivid memories of that creature because it once chased Poseidon right up to his doorstep. William just watched and even told the Goldleon that if it could bite Poseidon’s butt, he wouldn’t eat it.
The creature ended up waiting outside for three days and nights, and Poseidon, unable to stand the loneliness, ran out and was chased again…
Walker looked in the direction William pointed, but the brush didn’t seem very impressive.
William had said all he wanted to say. These items had never shown any Weapon Spirit or special abilities in front of him, but he knew that if a small dish could suppress the power of the Sword of the Abyssal Guardian, then the paint palette and paintbrush must also be exceptional.
Of course, Walker might prefer artifacts that looked more powerful, like the Bow of Apollo.
“I trust you!” Walker decided to take the paint palette and the paintbrush from the corner, then told Samuel, “I don’t need the rest,I’ve already chosen plenty from the Doors of Evolution.”
Samuel had spoken vaguely before, but Walker felt there was no need for such secrecy,he had taken them, and that was that. He didn’t need three items,these two were enough.
Samuel had seen the Weapon Spirit of the paint palette and heard its words, feeling… it seemed rather weak.
And that worn-out paintbrush.
He even wondered how such items could appear in the Doors of Evolution.
And how such things could generate a Weapon Spirit.
But since Walker had chosen them, he didn’t ask further, just feeling that Walker had symbolically picked a couple of items that nobody else wanted.
“Mr. Johnson, why don’t you also choose three items?” Samuel, unaware that these items were originally placed by William, tentatively asked.
William waved his hand and smiled, “I’m just looking,I’m a teacher, not fond of fighting. What do I need these artifacts for?”
Samuel could only nod, “Mr. Johnson, that’s vision! You have vision!”
William smiled and didn’t explain further. He had come today to accompany Amy and Walker and to see what was special about these items.
Previously, these items had been inconspicuous, merely performing their intended functions without ever revealing a Weapon Spirit. Now, it seemed these unassuming little things had indeed become spirited.
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