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Chapter 134 Insights from Art

His head, hidden under his hood, was slightly tilted towards the two ladies, and his tone was full of inexplicable charm.

The two men hugged each other, trembling all over, looked at Asti with some fear, and retreated to the corner little by little.

Throwing Cook, who was obsessed with the alarm, away, Asti stood directly in front of the alarm.

"Mr. Cook, please don't get excited. Maybe you should listen to me and sit down and talk for a while."

Cook took a deep breath, looked at the mysterious man in front of him with fear. He made a gesture of invitation with trembling hands, "Please sit down. What do you want to talk about?"

Asti followed his movements and sat down, leaning back in his chair leisurely. He pondered for a moment, "Mr. Cook, what is your opinion on art?"

"Art...art?" Cook wiped the sweat from his forehead, and occasionally looked at the red alarm not far away.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt it was more charming and attractive than the two women.

"Art, art is a form of expressing truth..." He stuttered out a sentence.

Cook wailed in his heart, he knew nothing about art! !

Asti nodded seriously, as if he agreed with what he said, "Well, you are right, art exists in the world to express truth."

"But not only that, art can also express people's emotions. Art is the crystallization of the artist's aesthetic consciousness and the product created by the artist... Art can make people feel physically and mentally happy..." Asti muttered in a weird tone.

Then he turned his head to Cook and said, "Mr. Cook, I am an ordinary artist. I would like to invite you to comment on my new work. Is that okay with you?"

Seeing that he really just came to discuss art with him, Cook breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and nodded flatteringly, "Sure, sure, no problem!"

"Are you really doing this voluntarily?" Asti smiled strangely.

"Of course it's voluntary!" Cook didn't think about the strange tone at all and nodded in agreement.

Asti laughed heartily, then picked up the glass and handed it to him, "Thank you so much, Mr. Cook. I'm sure my new work will shock you to your core."

Cook was filled with gratitude for having escaped a disaster, so he took the glass without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp.

Then the next second, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Seeing this scene, the two women screamed in fear and tried to escape from here in panic.

Asti glanced at them and then threw a spell.

Two pops.

The two women fell to the ground and fell asleep instantly.

Asti stood up slowly and took off the black gloves on his hands.

He methodically stripped Cook of his clothes, then pulled out a dagger and a blank picture frame from his magic pocket, pointed the dagger at Cook a few times, and then cut open his flesh.

Then he stuck the cut piece of meat, still dripping with blood, onto the picture frame.

He worked quickly, but each slice of meat was almost exactly the same thickness.

After nearly half an hour, Asti looked at the blood-red picture frame in front of him, a satisfied smile appearing in his purple eyes.

He placed Cook, whose body was torn and covered in blood, with bones visible in some places but still breathing, on a chair and asked him to sit down. Then he placed the picture frame in his arms and asked him to hold it.