Valentina sat down on the sofa and was about to ask Longdaos' name, Longdaos said, "You can call me Dorling."

"Oh... Mr. Dorling, why did you take my work? Or the one that was not finished at all." Valentina asked. Before she came, she wanted to ask this question. Her unfinished product could not be called a work of art at all, so what was the motivation of the person who bought it?

"It's just a memorial," Longdaos replied.

"Commemorate? What to commemorate?"

“Commemorate the Renaissance era.”

"Wen... Renaissance?" Valentina was confused. She really didn't understand what her works had to do with the Renaissance.

She asked herself that this unfinished product had no sign of Renaissance, and even went against it, because she originally wanted to carve an ultra-modern thing with the theme of the extreme contradiction between humans and nature.

"Yes, Renaissance." Longdaos repeated again.

“Does my work have anything to do with the Renaissance?”

Longdaos smiled slightly and shook his head: "Of course your work has nothing to do with the Renaissance, but you are related to that era."

Valentina nodded in a vague way, she could not keep up with the old man in front of her.

"Then you called me this time, who?"

"Just just want to chat with you, tell me about yourself."

"Things about me?"

"Well, nothing can be done." Longdaos glanced at the wall clock hanging on the wall with his eyes, and then said, "If possible, can you stay up late with me, the old man? I want to know more about you.

If you want to go back then, I will send a special car to pick you up and drop it off. If you want to stay here, I will also arrange the best servants to take care of you."

Valentina frowned, as if she was a little confused, but also a little alert. Her expression was completely seen by Emil, who was sitting beside her. Emil knew what Valentina was thinking at the moment.

Thinking from the perspective of others, an old man bought the scraps he carved at a sky-high price, but after meeting, he did not talk about the work at all. He said bluntly that he wanted to know you. When encountering this situation, no matter who it is, he would feel that the other party is not interested in the work, but about himself.

Emil was furious when he thought of this woman thinking Lord Rondaus as that perverted disgusting old man in his heart.

This human thought she was nothing! Who did she think she was talking to? The one sitting in front of her was the supreme person at the top of the biological chain and the supreme person who ruled the secular society!

If she dares to express her doubts about the Grand Duke, it would be...it's simply crazy!

"Oh, of course." Valentina nodded.

Emil breathed a sigh of relief.

Woman, you still have some brains, Emil thought.

"Emir, come with me." Angelo, who was sitting opposite Emir, suddenly spoke.

Emil stood up obediently, looked at Valentina more before leaving the room, and silently prayed in his heart that this woman would not say offensive words to the grand duke.

Emile followed Angelo downstairs. When he was about to go out, Emile couldn't help asking, "Angelo, what are we going to do now?"

“Store around.”

"What?!" Emil's face suddenly changed, "The great master is on it, but you called me out and stroll around?"

"Emir, your continued staying there will only make the grand duke unhappy! Do you understand?"

Emil was stunned.

"Why?"

"Just come with me! I will tell you in the car."

This time, Emil stopped resisting and followed Angelo out and got into the car.

The black car slowly drove out of the mansion and drove aimlessly. Emil, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was quiet at first, but after a few minutes, he couldn't hold back.

"You just said that I would make the grand duke unhappy if I continue to stay in the room. What does that mean?"

"You showed hostility to that girl, aren't you?"

Emil showed a look that it turned out to be like this, as if he understood something.

"I just hope she can respect the main points of the Lord. You won't see what she is thinking, right?"

Angelo sneered and shook his head: "Do you think anyone sitting in that room can't see what the little girl thinks?"

"Don't you think she's rude?"

"She didn't say it."

"It's rude enough just thinking about it!"

"It's true, but do you think Grand Duke cares?" Angelo shook his head, shocked at Emile's retardation. "Did you have any interesting knowledge of Valentina's background? Do you know why Grand Duke bought his work?"

"This... I really don't know." Emil hesitated a little. He now began to feel that he might be really wrong.

"You don't know, then I'll tell you that the man is the descendant of an old friend of the Grand Duke, so he bought the other party's sculpture at a high price and invited the other party to visit our family villa."

Emil seemed to understand a little, but there were still some who didn't understand very well. Can a descendant of a human be so valued by the blood clan?

"Why should he be obsessed with that person? Could it be... it's because the Grand Duke and..."

"Don't guess, Valentina's ancestor was named Beatrice. She was a female painter who once painted portraits of the Grand Duke, it was that simple."

Emil fell into deep thought again, a female painter who painted a portrait of Lord Longdaos. Now Lord Longdaos takes care of the descendants of that painter so much. This easily reminds people of some aspects, such as the story of a conflict between Lord Longdaos and the female painter, and so on.

But Emil quickly denied his own idea. Who among the blood clans has lived for thousands of years? What kind of woman has never seen before?

Emil admitted that he has lived for hundreds of years and is still moved by some human women, but this feeling has become less and less.

He roughly knew why. Over the long time, women of stunning eras were constantly born in this world. They were as bright as stars and could even become symbols of an era.

But so what?

Over the long years, these people are like crucian carp trees that are crossing the river. Even though those women are extremely dazzling and beautiful, there are too many people who are similar to them.

They are like withering prosperity. Even if there is no flower in this world that is exactly the same, if you see too much, no one will pick out the unique one from the fallen flowers.

Emil could imagine that feeling, and he had gradually realized it.

Therefore, he could not understand Longdaos's persistence with the descendants of a female painter.
Chapter completed!