Chapter 36
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Under the lead of the attendant, Josiah walked through a corridor filled with oil paintings on both sides.
The theme of the oil paintings were all scenes of war. Swords and swords intertwined, blood dripping, skeletons and corpses were the most common decorations on oil paintings.
These oil paintings made Josiah feel like he was in a war museum and not a theater.
The corridor wasn't long and they soon reached the end. The attendant stopped at the door and gestured for them to enter.
If the theater manager's office was behind this door, as an attendant, he should have knocked on the door to alert anyone who came to visit. However, the attendant didn't do so.
Because of the noise coming from the room, even if he knocked on the door, the people inside wouldn't hear him.
"I won't sell the theater to you no matter how high your offer is! You despicable businessmen! Get out of my sight! "
"Knight Of The White Thorn, your plays are outdated. No theater company is willing to perform in your theater now. Why don't you make some money and retire?!"
"Classics will never be outdated! Even if there's only one audience left, this theater will continue to operate. If you don't leave, I'll have to use force! "
The roar from inside the room made the attendant's expression turn ugly. Not long after, two men in luxurious black clothes walked out of the room. They glanced at Josiah and Josiah, Herland, and Hiri before leaving angrily.
Josiah tidied up his clothes because he was about to have a business meeting and the person he was negotiating with didn't seem to be in a good mood.
"Please wait for me here." Josiah said to Hiri and Herland before pushing the door open and walking in.
"Didn't I say I don't care … Wait … Who are you?"
There was only one person in the room. He sat behind the wooden desk in the middle of the room. He was slightly plump and wore a heavy … costume. The most eye-catching thing about him was the blush on both sides of his cheeks. His lips also seemed to have a rosy tint to them as well.
It seemed like this sissy fatty was the owner of this theater, the Knight Of The White Thorn.
"A collaborator who can save your theater."
Josiah thought for a while and chose to define his identity as a collaborator. After all, Josiah did not have a troupe. Josiah only had a crew, a behind-the-scenes crew composed of demons and undead.
"Collaborator? Did you hear what I said just now? Don't even think about getting an inch of land from me! "
He was still agitated and impatient. He pressed the bell on his desk, and two tall … spellcasters walked out from another door in his office.
The enraged Knight Of The White Thorn was ready to chase them away.
He was completely blinded by anger and lost his mind. It was impossible for Josiah to calm him down and negotiate, so Josiah could only take out the badge given by the Venerated Skeleton.
Josiah held the badge engraved with an unknown pattern in his hand. The Knight Of The White Thorn had good eyesight. He quickly saw the badge in Josiah's hand. His reaction was the same as the attendant just now. His angry expression froze instantly and was replaced by a kind of panic, but he quickly calmed down.
The two spellcasters who had just been called in by the Knight Of The White Thorn were about to throw Josiah out, but he stopped them instantly.
"What are you doing! He is a guest! Go and ask someone to make a pot of black tea! "
"…"
The Venerated Skeleton's face was really big.
Josiah watched the two spellcasters run to another room in a hurry. Instead, a female attendant hurriedly pushed out a dining cart with teapots and teacups.
Josiah sat directly in front of the Knight Of The White Thorn's table.
The Venerated Skeleton gave Josiah not only face but also the life of the Knight Of The White Thorn. When Josiah approached the slightly chubby knight, he found that the mark on Josiah's left hand reacted.
There was the magic power left by the Venerated Skeleton in his body … but the Knight Of The White Thorn was not like an undead creature.
"You … are you sent by someone?"
When the female attendant handed Josiah a cup of black tea and left the office, the Knight Of The White Thorn asked in a frightened tone.
"No, I'm his friend."
Although Josiah addressed the Venerated Skeleton as Sir, and the Venerated Skeleton addressed Josiah as Royal Highness, Josiah and the Venerated Skeleton had equal status. After the Venerated Skeleton became a fan of the movie "Beauty and the Demon," the relationship between Josiah and the Lich Lord became more like friends.
"Friend … friend …"
He seemed to realize how terrifying Josiah's identity was. He stood up and wanted to salute Josiah, but he was stopped by Josiah.
"I said that I came as a collaborator this time. Knight Of The White Thorn, you don't need to be too reserved."
"Collaborator, sir … please be merciful. This theater had a glorious time in Noland. You must have heard of the two plays," The Maiden of Sinogle "and" Revolution. "I wrote the scripts and performed them in this theater."
He said to Josiah in a pleading tone as if he really regarded Josiah as a businessman who came to buy his theater.
"Knight Of The White Thorn, what you said was' once 'glorious time, right?"
Josiah deliberately emphasized the word "once". At the same time, Josiah glanced at a painting hanging on the wall behind the Knight Of The White Thorn. It was an oil painting of a girl in armor holding a flag. The overall composition was a bit like the French painter Eugène's "Liberty Leading the People."
"It's the same now." The Knight Of The White Thorn tried to defend himself.
"It's the same now? The hall is empty, and it's the theater's most glorious time? Is my understanding of the word 'glorious' a little different from yours, sir? "
In the face of this flawed defense, Josiah had countless ways to make him speechless.
"Relax, sir. I'm not here to buy your theater. Instead, I'm here to save your theater."
Josiah looked at the knight's neck that was red from holding his breath, and his pale cheeks were full of blood. He was afraid that the knight would suddenly have a heart attack and die suddenly, so he confessed his intention directly.
"Save?" The Knight Of The White Thorn stopped defending and waited for Josiah's next words.
"Yes, I have a performance. This performance can bring your theater back to its glorious period, and even far surpass that period."
Josiah had absolute confidence in "Beauty and the Devil." A movie that could move people was definitely a good movie. This movie could make the Venerated Skeleton lose a few drops of soul fire. Josiah didn't believe that these humans with developed tear ducts would not be infected.
"Performance? Sorry, sir … I didn't know you were the manager of the theater. May I ask what the name of your theater is? "
Josiah's answer made the Knight Of The White Thorn overjoyed. He originally had two theater troupes, but both of them were poached by the damn Noland National Theater. So, he had been preparing to reconvene people to build another one. However, if Josiah was the manager of a theater troupe, the Knight Of The White Thorn didn't mind letting Josiah's theater troupe have a try.
"I'm not the manager of a theater troupe, and I don't have a theater troupe." Josiah shook his head, indicating that he was not in this line of work.
"Then …" The Knight Of The White Thorn was confused.
"My performance is here."
Josiah tapped his suitcase with his finger and said.
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