My magic panel is too numerical.

Chapter 103 Painting

"Oh, I can draw a little portrait," Pharos explained, his expression equally gentle. "I learned a bit from Detective Simon, Miss Daisy. May I give it a try?"

"Really? You?" Eileen looked at her brother suspiciously.

There were no doubts from those around him; instead, there was mostly surprise.

Eileen's brother is actually a handsome guy?

Isn't Eileen's brother a detective?

Is Eileen's brother so talented?

This idea involuntarily floated through the minds of many female classmates. Some girls immediately became infatuated, while others unconsciously reached out and poked Eileen.

"Eileen, how come I didn't know you had such a handsome older brother?"

The male students breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, they decided that all the male students would chip in to prepare a birthday gift for Daisy.

Upon hearing that they had escaped a calamity, everyone's faces lit up with joy.

For a boy of this age, nothing is more enjoyable than getting something for free; if there is, it's because he hasn't gotten enough.

"May I observe for a bit?" The black-haired, bespectacled young man stood up and offered his seat, looking quite interested.

"Please go ahead."

Pharos took the easel, sat in the spot where the black-haired youth had been, and scrutinized Miss Daisy for a moment.

"That's it! Miss Daisy, hold this pose for a moment, turn your face slightly to the side—yes, just like that, very beautiful!"

Daisy blushed as she was stared at, and the girls around her unconsciously let out a soft "Oh~".

After glancing at the face shape, Pharos began to sketch the form, structure, and outline. These irregular lines made Eileen frown.

"Brother! You're not scribbling on something, are you?"

Pharos was engrossed in his work and offered no explanation.

However, the black-haired, bespectacled young man beside him spoke up fairly: "No, this gentleman is very professional! His lines and visual estimations are extremely accurate, and it's clear that he has a deep foundation in the craft."

The black-haired young man, also a professional, made this judgment.

"Eileen, your brother is so handsome—does he have a girlfriend?" A girl whispered in Eileen's ear.

"Handsome, of course! Don't you even know whose brother he is? Are you kidding me? The Hastings family's excellent genes?" Eileen rolled her eyes at the girl and muttered, "As for his girlfriend—you'll have to ask him yourself."

Eileen was a little unsure —

Damn it, is he cheating on me again?

From a woman's perspective, Miss Rosa's gaze towards her brother was very strange, which made Eileen feel a sense of crisis.

As he was drawing, Pharos suddenly had a whimsical idea: could using magic to assist in drawing improve the details of the artwork?

How to improve creative efficiency?

Without hesitation, he gripped the hilt of the Raven sword at his waist and activated "Eye of the Storm".

The next second, cyan elements converged in her eyes, instantly making her vision clear and transparent. At the same time, the blemishes on Miss Daisy's face were magnified.

"It really can—" Pharos thought to himself.

Miss Daisy's facial details are presented in greater detail, and Farrow's brushstrokes are more confident and fluid.

The process of creating a portrait, which originally took several hours, was greatly accelerated with the addition of magic.

Finally, by highlighting the eyes and adding shadows, Pharos only took 40 minutes.

This is an incredibly fast speed, especially for such delicate work; only a true master could achieve it.

Magic is indeed very useful — exhaling a breath of stale air, Pharos slowly turned the screen and said, "It's finished, Miss Daisy."

At this moment, more and more people gathered around to watch, casting amazed glances at them.

"Oh my god—this—this really isn't a photograph?" Daisy couldn't believe her eyes and carefully took the canvas.

The students who were waiting and chatting nearby also gathered around, and then unconsciously exclaimed in amazement.

"This—this is unbelievable, Mr. Pharos! You are an excellent painter! No, not just a painter, you are also a powerful magician!" the black-haired youth exclaimed in astonishment.

"He can see the flow of elements?" Pharos glanced at the young man suspiciously and said modestly, "Drawing is just a hobby, and I'm just using a little magic to cheat."

Just kidding, my drawing skills are professional, but my magic is just a half-baked skill.

Pharos inwardly mocked himself.

"No, your drawing skills are superb. To be honest, even if I used magic, I couldn't draw like you! If you don't mind, I'd like to be your friend."

The black-haired youth took off his glasses and extended his hand.

After taking off his glasses, the young man's face lost some of its scholarly air and gained a more cheerful one.

Pharos naturally didn't mind having more fellow artists; this was the first time he had made friends through painting since he came to this world.

Pharos shook hands and said, "Pharos Hastings, it's a pleasure to meet you. Just call me Pharos."

The young man nodded slightly and said, "Ludwig Himmler, it's a pleasure to meet you. Just call me Ludwig."

Hmm, Himmler? That's a familiar surname; I feel like I've heard it somewhere before.

Wait, Ludwig??

He is—Ludwig!

Pharos looked completely bewildered.

I've been looking for Ludwig for ages, and here he is, painting!

He blurted out without thinking, "Ludwig! You—you are Ludwig!"

His voice was filled with surprise and bewilderment, which startled those around him.

"Oh, it's me. You know me too?" Ludwig maintained his smile. He had been making more public appearances lately, so he wasn't surprised to be recognized.

Faced with the question, the phrase "white giant" kept flashing through Pharos's mind.

He recalled the battle at Moretti's villa that day, the battle at Miss Daisy's house, and the figure lurking at 12 Winchester Street yesterday.

In an instant, a strong sense of fear filled Pharos's heart.

He unconsciously reached out and touched the raven, wanting to gather elements, wanting to self-destruct.

Can we win at this distance? Will we win?

Wait a minute—what is his purpose in appearing here?

Are we going to continue the ambush that we didn't finish last night?

Pharos's mind was racing with various thoughts, and he didn't reply for a long time.

For a moment, the air was silent.

"Oh my god! You're Ludwig! My mom always talks about you!" Eileen blurted out. "Your girlfriend is Sophia, right? She's my mom's colleague, and we're really close!"

"I see," Ludwig breathed a sigh of relief, still speaking gently. "I thought you were young ladies and gentlemen from some factory. Those people have always been hostile to me, which has bothered me a lot. I just wanted to help everyone."

Help? I think you want to help the White Giant! Pharos thought to himself.

He quickly realized he couldn't reveal his identity yet, so he smoothed things over by saying, "Oh! I just heard about it, I meant no harm. Your speech was very inspiring, I'm just a little surprised to meet you here."

"That's wonderful." Ludwig smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

It must be said that Ludwig was impeccable in both personality and appearance; he was a cheerful and handsome man, which was almost unrelated to the art student in Pharos's mind who liked to give speeches.

"So, what are you doing here instead of organizing a march?" Pharos asked.

"I'll rest for a bit this morning. I have a public speech this afternoon, Mr. Pharos. Would you mind attending?"

"If I have time, I will—"