93 Unacceptable

"This is…" Jackson's mouth curved upwards, though it seemed forced, with his entire face in wrinkles, the more he looked at the painting.

In the painting, there was a nude painting of a woman sitting at the bed, drawn relatively simply, although he could see the effort and attention that was given to this painting.

However, that was it—the painting was mediocre at best, with no special feeling or anything like the one a simple street painter could make without much effort at all.

"Is this one of the greatest paintings?" Jackson looked at Aur with a questioning gaze.

"Yes, young master?" Aur asked with a smile on his face.

"Did I get scammed?" Jackson thought. The more he looked at the painting, there was nothing special about it.

The strokes were ordinary and didn't give any feeling. He couldn't even feel any mana in the strokes that were drawn, causing him to be disappointed.