The curator said, “This painting is Mr. Wilheim’s artwork. He usually doesn’t sell his work. Oh, look, here he comes…”

As they were talking, an old man with a white beard walked towards them with a steady and powerful gait, clutching a cane.

Mr. Wilheim was a Medianian that had migrated to Liberty long ago. He was an internationally renowned painter, and his paintings were hard to find.

Ian’s mother, Gillian, had certainly heard of Mr. Wilheim’s thundering name.

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