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– Perhaps the painting has too many curves... I don't have any other ideas, and I can't figure out what the problem is... – the Lunar muttered to herself, still standing next to Kimchilla. – However, the commission is typical in its own way: a sexy girl in lingerie. Could it be the king's deceased wife? Or someone who looks like her... or another love interest. In any case, the king is clearly not indifferent to women, if he needed such a piece of art. And I suspect he wanted to see someone specific in the painting. It's a pity for Mr. Phainantas... he was playing a guessing game and didn't guess correctly.
Kimchilla stepped back a few steps so that Camistella could get a better view of her figure and facial features.
Asmidul, unaccustomed to such an early schedule, had to toss and turn in bed for an hour before he finally succumbed to an early nap in the morning. Somehow managing to open his eyes and fueled by caffeine, the student decided to start his new day with a visit to the university.
– Good morning, Asmidul, – she waved to him, – I'm glad to see that you decided to come to class. I will once again quote the well-known words in my homeland, "it is better to know a little of what is truly good and useful than very much of what is mediocre and useless." And it is in this house of knowledge, this precious University of Sizka, that you will find much that is good and useful – I am absolutely sure of it.