Chapter 219
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Phyllis stood anxiously outside the door of the study room.
Her mentor, Morgan, had been in there for almost five minutes, but there was no movement in the room.
Not only her mentor, but the other actors of the White Thorn Flower Troupe also didn't come out after entering the study room.
Could it be … something happened?
Phyllis paced back and forth outside the door anxiously.
She once heard a rumor that the reason why the White Thorn Flower Theater could rise so quickly and show the magical "movie" in the theater was because the Knight Of The White Thorn once made a deal with a demon in private.
That was because Sir Barrowflower had once made a deal with a demon in private. This theater manager had offered his soul and life to a powerful demon and so on.
She heard these rumors from some of her peers, even after watching "Beauty And The Demon" and "This Demon Isn't Too Cold".
The image of the demon in her mind gradually changed from the "cunning and treacherous monster that feeds on human flesh and souls" to "a somewhat dull handsome uncle".
Whenever Phyllis thought of the word "demon", the image of Leon in "This Demon Isn't Too Cold" would appear in her mind.
But it was undeniable that Phyllis knew that demons were not a friendly race, at least compared to neutral races like dwarves and elves. It was a fact that demons were at war with the Land of Frost and the Kingdom of Saint.
Could it really have been eaten by some powerful demon?
Phyllis finally couldn't stand it anymore. She put her furry ears on the door and began to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.
The moment she got close to the door, she heard someone shouting "Next" from behind the door.
Phyllis immediately looked around. There were no more actors of the White Thorn Flower Troupe waiting outside, which meant that she could finally go in and participate in the casting of the new movie.
To be honest … Phyllis was a little reluctant to participate in the movie, but she was also a little excited about it. But to make sure that her mentor was comforting her, she still pushed the door open.
She walked into the room, looked around, and quickly saw Morgan sitting on the sofa on the other side of the room.
Phyllis breathed a sigh of relief and was about to call out her mentor's name when she suddenly noticed that Morgan was flipping through a stack of white paper in his hands. He was so focused that he didn't even notice that Phyllis had stepped into the room.
She gave up the idea of greeting her mentor because she knew that the great dramatist would only be so focused when he received an excellent script.
To rashly disturb Professor Morgan at this time was an act of great disrespect.
"You … are one of the actors most likely to participate in the casting?"
"Eh? Er … En, yes. "
Felicia originally held her breath and didn't want to make a sound. She was waiting for Morgan to finish reading the script before greeting her.
But someone broke the silence in the study. Phyllis answered subconsciously. When she saw the figure sitting behind the desk, her ears suddenly stood up as if she had discovered something dangerous.
"Demon!"
Phyllis covered her mouth, suppressing her urge to scream, and instantly took a step back.
"You're a demon, yes, but I don't think I'm that scary."
Josiah looked at the other party's extreme reaction as if he saw a 'Xenomorph' sticking out its tongue at him in the dark.
"…"
Phyllis quickly calmed down. Josiah's appearance was no different from a human. What really made Phyllis feel fear was … the smell coming from Josiah's palm, the smell of the dead.
Perhaps ordinary humans couldn't feel it, but because of her race, she immediately 'smelled' the smell of death that almost made her unable to breathe.
"Sorry, I didn't expect this to scare you."
Josiah quickly determined the reason why the girl with beast ears was frightened according to Phyllis's gaze.
The contract mark that the Venerated Skeleton branded on Josiah's palm also belonged to the undead monarch …
Josiah blocked the palm of the hand with the brand down, and the perked up ears on Phyllis's head slowly relaxed.
But she still maintained a state of vigilance against Josiah.
"Your mentor told me that your name is Phyllis?" Josiah said.
"Well … yes."
Phyllis didn't expect that her mentor would sell his family to this demon so easily.
If "This Demon Is Not Too Cold" made Phyllis less prejudiced against the demon, but the smell of death exuding from Josiah made Phyllis unable to pretend that she didn't see it.
Could it be that … this demon really sacrificed the lives of tens of millions of people like the rumors?
"Miss Phyllis … If I'm not mistaken, you're not completely human."
Josiah stared at the furry ears on her forehead. They didn't look like the ears that humans should have.
"…"
Phyllis, who had been in a state of vigilance, covered the ears on her head with both hands. She didn't intend to answer Josiah's question. She looked at Morgan sitting on the side from time to time.
She hoped that her mentor could take her away from this dangerous place quickly.
The breath of the Venerated Skeleton was too terrifying for this little girl. Maybe in the eyes of Phyllis, Josiah had been labeled as a character who was' too dangerous to approach '.
"A new movie is in preparation. I hope that Miss Phyllis can join the crew and become one of the actors."
Before Josiah handed the script of the movie to Morgan, Morgan had revealed the girl's life to Josiah … Her mother was the 'Forest Lord'.
The so-called Forest Lord was just a title that humans gave her, a title that contained awe. In fact, Phyllis's mother was a powerful demonic beast.
"I'm sorry, I don't intend to …"
Phyllis admitted that she yearned to be a movie actress, and this opportunity was in front of her, but she still couldn't forget the breath of death that made her heart palpitate just now!
Therefore, for the sake of her life and Mentor Morgan's life, Phyllis wanted to refuse the temptation of this demon.
"Calm down, Phyllis."
But Morgan, who was sitting on the other side, interrupted Phyllis.
"Master Morgan, I sensed an extremely terrifying aura of death from his body."
When Phyllis said this, her tone gradually weakened. Finally, the vigilant expression on her face was replaced by surprise because she saw the tears on Mentor Morgan's old cheeks …
Morgan quickly controlled his emotions and returned the script to Josiah with both hands.
"This is a good story," Morgan said.
"This good story needs good actors to present it in the form of a movie to everyone," Josiah replied.
After a brief silence for a few seconds, the drama master glanced at a Falosi painting called "Revolutionary" on the wall behind Josiah and let out a sigh.
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