Helping with Adventurer Party Management - Chapter 293

It’s true that Anne frequents the salons of the nobility, so it’s not surprising that she knows young artists who seek sponsors in those circles.

I’m very grateful for that connection, but I have a request. “Even if you have an artist who can paint, I can’t have an artist who won’t listen to what I say,” I stipulate.

Anne raises an eyebrow and urges me to continue. Still, her lipstick is awfully red.

“In short, I’m not looking for an artist who spends months painting celestial deities, the valor of the battlefield, or the splendor of noble society. I want a craftsman who can depict the filthy goblin footprints etched in the mud or their ugly forms with fangs, using minimal lines as accurately as possible.”

I am aware that I am making an unreasonable request, but I figure it is worth saying. If we can’t find someone, we’ll just have to look for someone else.

Even Anne seems perplexed, closing her eyes and resting her chin on her hand in thought.

“Well, if there’s no one, then we’ll have to look elsewhere…”

“There is someone.” Anne says this quite casually. “There’s a faction that enjoys painting the dirty stuff. It’s not really in vogue right now, but I know people who do that kind of work.”

“Really? Can you introduce me?” I inadvertently sound like a desperate woman looking for a marriage partner.

Anne nods readily. “I’ll do it. If I don’t, my shoes will be late again, right?”

It might just be an illusion, but that money-worshiping, greedy woman, Anne, suddenly looks almost divine.

“However, they might not have seen a goblin before. They don’t seem to have left the city much.”

“Are they citizens of this city? That would be helpful.”

Cultural figures like painters often move from city to city seeking the patronage of aristocrats. Now that Anne has found a way to earn her own income, she is based in this city. However, before that, she traveled from place to place looking for sponsors for her theater company.

The fact that she has no experience with such travels shows that she is born and raised in this town. If she has a home here, she won’t suddenly disappear one day, making it easier to ask for ongoing work. Since the church plans to fully cooperate with the production and distribution of the pamphlet, it would be problematic if, after making the proposal, there is no one available to draw the pictures.

It wouldn’t just be a problem; it would be a disaster.

“Citizen? More like a noble.”

“Huh?” I am taken aback by Anne’s words.

Nobles are not a good idea.

Anne may have become so immersed in aristocratic society that her common sense has dulled, but there is no way a noble would listen to what a lowly person like us has to say.

As long as I have a clear vision of the final product I want to achieve, I can’t compromise on the quality of the illustrations. I intend to make requests for the finished product and even have them redrawn if necessary. After all, the livelihoods and lives of the farmers receiving these pictures depend on it. I plan to be polite, but when it comes to work, I can’t afford to be careless.

“Well, you should just meet him. He’s a strange guy,” Anne adds lightly, seemingly unaware of my concerns.