The arrival of the three sage sages plunged all of the nobles and merchants in the Norland National Theater into a state of shock and elation.
Some of them found excuses to leave in a hurry, while others chose to stay and were invited to the theatre by the attendants of the White Thorn Flower Theatre.
Josiah believed that it wouldn't be long before the news that Noland's Voice had the support of the sages would spread throughout Noland.
When the nobles sought out Josiah again, they would probably think twice.
But not all of the sages' visits were good.
Even if Josiah had not done anything bad in Noland, the National Theatre of Noland was still not a 'public existence'.
"This is where the podium is. Due to time constraints, I could only have the craftsmen of the Architecture Association remove the weird decorations and make some minor decorations."
Josiah brought the three sages to a relatively small theatre in the National Theatre of Noland.
The theatre could only hold around two hundred people. In the past, the owner of the theatre seemed to have used it as a place to entertain 'important guests', which was why the decorations here were the most exquisite.
But after Josiah took over, he removed all the jewels and gold, instantly turning the place from a glorious palace into a shabby classroom.
"It's enough."
The grey-clothed man did not mind the shabby decorations around him. He slowly walked up to the podium, and a blackboard for writing had already been prepared behind him.
When the grey-clothed man went up to the podium, the audience gradually sat down as well. There were only around thirty people in the audience.
Compared to the thousands of world singers watching the film, it was so few that it could not be described as shabby.
The grey-clothed man himself did not mind. He looked around curiously, as if searching for something.
"Do we need to prepare some alchemical tools?" Josiah suddenly asked.
"No, I'm going to talk about the history of Noland today, not some deep magical knowledge."
"Then we'll start shooting in five minutes."
Josiah waved his hand slightly, and the day banshees that resided in the Noland's National Theatre hovered in mid-air with their magic-guided machines.
At this moment, two owls' heads suddenly popped out from the beard of the grey-clothed man. The two owls seemed to have sensed something and jumped onto the podium uneasily, letting out coo coo coo sounds.
Even though the Day Banshee was in her invisible state, the three Wise Ones sensed something inhuman inside the theater almost at the same time.
"Allow me to introduce you all."
At first, Josiah wanted to replace the cameraman with a human, but Josiah couldn't find anyone suitable.
Moreover, these Banshees could be said to be the best cameramen in the world. They could shoot whatever the director wanted.
Josiah planned to continue doing the Sage Lecture. One day, the Sages would discover these little secrets, so Josiah planned to make them public.
"They're the people behind the scenes who record the scenes on 'TV'."
A faint golden light appeared in the sky above the theater. The light gradually condensed into the silhouettes of young girls, and the twelve Day Banshees revealed their true forms in front of the audience.
To outsiders, this scene was not an exaggeration to say that the God of Holy Light's emissaries had descended upon the human world. Unfortunately, these emissaries were all undead.
"Day Banshees? Something created by the skinny tree trunks of the Necromancer Association? "The man in yellow raised an eyebrow, immediately recognizing the true identity of the floating silhouettes.
Humans hated the undead based on fear. The man in yellow had never been afraid of these dead creatures, so why would he hate them?
"I think the Necromancers of Noland don't have the ability to control the Day Banshees."
The man in purple's face was covered by a cloak, and only a slightly mocking smile could be seen on her lips. She suddenly reached out her hand towards the void, as if grabbing something.
"And these Day Banshees are not ordinary undead."
A pale white figure emerged beside the man in purple. It was the thirteenth Day Banshee. She was late. When she hurried from the back of the crowd to blend in with her kind, she unfortunately passed by the man in purple.
The Day Banshee instantly fell into a state of panic. As a spirit, she had never been 'caught' by humans.
"Sorry, I just felt an indescribable breath on them." The eyes under the cloak of the man in purple glanced at Josiah standing there, then she let go of the Day Banshee.
The Day Banshee, who was free, hid behind her kind at an extremely fast speed.
"If you have any questions, I will answer them for you after the show."
Josiah noticed that the man in purple's gaze finally fell on his arm, the hand engraved with the Venerated Skeleton's inscription.
Today, Josiah deliberately wore gloves to cover the Venerated Skeleton's imprint. As for the breath, if Josiah didn't use the undead magic belonging to the Venerated Skeleton, ordinary people couldn't detect it at all.
"I will go in person." The man in purple didn't continue to embarrass Josiah. She walked directly to the front row of the audience and sat down. The man in yellow sat at the other end of the audience.
"Is the relationship between the sages not very good?"
Josiah whispered to Hiri, a local of Noland. When the two sages sat in the audience, Josiah felt an inexplicable tension pervading.
"I don't know much about this, but when I was young, they seemed to have a dispute over something," said Hiri.
"Okay."
Josiah wasn't in the mood to entangle the grievances between the sages.
The Day Banshees had already begun their work. They were holding the magic-guided machines in their respective positions, ready to go.
These banshee ladies also succeeded in winning the favor of the audience with their appearance. No one would hate a girl who was glowing all over, even though the girl's body was translucent.
After Josiah made a start gesture to the man in gray on the podium, the sage cleared his throat and began to talk about the past history of Noland with his owl.
The lecture of the man in gray was unexpectedly interesting. The man in gray, who had been in the spellcaster forum all year round, had dabbled in movies, hearthstone, and opera. He was undoubtedly at the forefront of the fashion of Noland. He was definitely not a rigid old man.
"You may not know my other name, which is the gray owl … Do you find it familiar?"
When the man in gray announced his name on the spellcaster forum, Josiah could already foresee the chaos on the spellcaster forum.
Hiri opened the spellcaster forum, and as expected, there were already a lot of posts expressing shock and begging for mercy in the magic research and daily gossip section.
The 'gray owl' was a legend on the spellcaster forum, and it was said that every post on the spellcaster forum had a reply from this owl.
Of course, there were a lot of newbies who didn't know the truth publicly confronted this' owl 'on the forum, and some even called out its name and cursed it!
But no one would have thought that the most idle user on the spellcaster forum was actually the high and mighty sage of Noland!
Especially the students of Ruhrsk Higher Magic Academy. The moment they remembered that they had 'confronted' their own dean on the forum, it was enough to make them tremble.
"I really don't know what the people who scolded the gray owl on the forum were thinking," Josiah said softly.
"At this time, a funny dwarf emoticon will do."
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