Seeing Ocoro's demeanor, Zhao Guang knew that this fellow was hinting at wanting art pieces.
These items, as long as he could carry them with him, he would never part with them. Otherwise, if Yars saw them, they would definitely be confiscated, and what would happen afterward would depend on their content.
After all, it was true that nobles liked art, and Yars was no exception, or else he wouldn't fit in.
However, the art, as interpreted by Ocoro was just too bizarre, too distorted, too disgusting.
"Here, these are the pieces I've managed to collect recently."
Zhao Guang murmured an apology internally because he had forgotten about these items recently and had taken them from old stock. He needed to remind his older sister to hurry and send over whatever she had collected on her end.
"Great, great, my inspiration is about to burst forth."
Ocoro hadn't seemed this excited when he saw the painkillers; the man was practically draped over the books.
