Chapter 756 Who Dares Call Me A Fraud


    This time, the unkempt man didn’t push the brush away. Instead, he epted it with a


    nod.


    Just like before, the crowd hushed, their anticipation palpable in the air.


    But unlike his previous disy of wild fervor, he now embodied the epitome of concentration, his every


    stroke deliberate, every line filled with purpose.


    As time ticked by, the initially raucous and skeptical crowd began to fall silent, their disdain giving way


    to rapt attention.


    They were all staring, eyes wide, mouths agape at the unfolding masterpiece before them.


    Thirty minutes had passed, and the canvas was already half–filled. Even to the untrained eye, it was


    clear the man was painting an “Eagle on a Tree.”


    What was more, he had somehow captured that distinctive artistic conception synonymous with


    Emerentius‘ work.


    This was no small feat, considering theplexity and uniqueness of Emerentius‘ style.


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    An eerie silence had enveloped the crowd.


    The man continued his work, unbothered by the awe he had inspired.


    Another half hour slipped by, and finally, the man ceased his brushwork.


    He had focused solely on the central part of the drawing paper leaving the periphery. untouched.


    Yet, within that central space, he had rendered aplete and breathtaking “Eagle on a


    Tree.”


    “Now, who dares call me a fraud?” he challenged, his voice cutting through the stunned silence like a


    knife.


    The crowd, momentarily lost in the shock of the revtion, was snapped back to reality by his scoff. It


    was unmistakable.


    It Is indeed Mr. Emerentius!


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    Suddenly, led by the crew–cut man, apuse broke out, a spontaneous symphony of admiration and


    respect.


    The crowd’s perception of the unkempt man transformed in an instant.


    “I’ve always said he was Mr. Emerentius! But did you listen? No! And now, here we are. You can’t deny


    the evidence in front of your eyes,” one onlooker crowed triumphantly.


    “Exactly! I’ve never doubted it for a second. Mr. Emerentius‘ artistic essence is unmistakable. Such


    talent cannot be mimicked easily,” another voice added.


    “And as Mr. Emerentius himself said, you lot were nothing more than jesters,pletely oblivious to


    the true essence of art. The first painting was a clear reflection of the master’s stream of


    consciousness. You were all blind not to see it.”


    “Mr. Emerentius, would you consider selling the clothes you’re wearing? Their natural look has really


    caught my eye.”


    The crowd, without needing any prompt from the crew–cut man, began to openly express their


    newfound respect and admiration for Emerentius.


    The onlookers‘ expressions morphed from skepticism to reverence, none wanting to be branded the


    “ignorant fool” Emerentius had derided.


    Emrys, watching this unfold, couldn’t help but feel a touch of amusement.


    Yet, there was a newfound respect for the unkept man.


    Replicating his own style had always seemed an insurmountable challenge, yet here it was, being done


    before his very eyes.


    It was evident that the unkempt man had put in quite the effort to mimic Emrys distinctive style of work.


    Huh, what am I thinking about?


    Emrys found himself thinking, a surprising sense of pride welling up inside.


    “Ladies and gentlemen. I believe we’re all in agreement now that the man before us is indeed Mr.


    Emerentius, correct?” the crew–cut dered, his smile revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.


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    “What do you mean ‘now agree? We’ve always known it was Mr. Emerentius. The aura of his artistry is


    undeniable,” came a confident reply.


    “Ah, the subtle fragrance of ink in the air, it’s truly invigorating,” another added.


    “Mr. Emerentius, may I have your autograph?”


    In an atmosphere ripe with anticipation, the crew–cut man gently pressed his hand downwards,


    signaling the crowd to hush. A grin spreading across his face, he announced, “You know, our dear Mr.


    Emerentius has decided to grace us with some goodies this time. around.”


    “Goodies? What kind of goodies?”


    The moment those words hit the air, the room was filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Without


    missing a beat, someone from the crowd blurted out, “What’re we talking here? Adult movies?”


    “Come on, man! That’s just low. You’re disrespecting our whole circle here. Get lost!”