Chapter 363
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"Welcome to today's Noland Daytime News, I'm Pluck … … Yesterday, according to our reporters, the reform of the education system of the four Noland colleges has been officially confirmed … …"
Pluck's unique bass voice traveled thousands of miles, echoing throughout the Falosi Royal Parliament.
Crorendo III and his ministers raised their heads to look at the image floating in the air.
"This is the actor who plays Leon in 'This Demon Isn't Too Cold'. Is this a new movie?"
Crorendo III stared at the image for a moment, immediately recognizing the man holding a script and using a comfortable bass voice to read out the contents of the script. It was the somewhat wooden demon killer Leon in 'This Demon Isn't Too Cold'.
"Your Majesty, this isn't a movie, but a television program called 'News'." Josiah said.
"News? Television program? I've heard of this before! " When Crorendo III heard Josiah mention the keyword 'News', he became slightly agitated. "The Voice of Noland! Third Prince Josiah! This program called 'News' can be heard by clicking on a label called 'The Voice of Noland'! "
The Emperor's sudden excitement caught Josiah and his ministers by surprise.
"Yes, Your Majesty. The daytime news is broadcasted on The Voice of Noland." Josiah quickly explained.
"Then Third Prince Josiah, do you know that The Voice of Noland has a storytelling program every night? I remember the voice was that of a young girl! "
The Emperor even stood up. If not for the fact that Josiah was dozens of steps away from this Crorendo III, Josiah suspected that the Emperor would have run in front of him and patted him on the shoulder.
The storytelling program at night should be a program narrated by the Frost Elf Taylin.
Josiah would recompile some well-known fairy tales or drama stories from Earth for Taylin to tell. Among them, the most famous story in Noland was "Aladdin and the Magic Lamp."
After the audience of Noland heard the story of "Aladdin and the Magic Lamp," there was even a small adventure fever in Noland.
The mercenaries and Spell Casters all wanted to go to the desert to find the genie that could make three wishes. This caused quite a stir in the Spell Caster forum.
Josiah looked at the Emperor's excited expression and wondered if he had fallen for Taylin.
That was quite possible. Taylin's voice belonged to the 'extremely pleasant' category even amongst the elves. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that any male would fall in love with her at first sight if she whispered a few words into his ear and blew on him.
"May I know why Your Majesty is asking about this?"
Josiah had not officially announced to the public that he was the owner of the Voice of Noland, but anyone with a little reasoning ability would be able to guess it. It was just that no one could confirm it.
"The Merchant of Venice!" Cromwell III suddenly said. "I remember it was a week ago! I unintentionally activated the mark of the Voice of Noland and heard the young lady's story. It was the story of the Merchant of Venice! Due to time constraints, the young lady only told half of the story. "
Josh noticed that the expressions of the ministers around him had become extremely strange. It seemed like this wasn't the first time they had seen Kerendo III lose his composure like that.
"After that, my mentor had to go out and retrieve his World Tree! I was forced to stop halfway through the story of the Merchant of Venice … "
"Hearing half of the story that I like really drives me crazy." Josiah said. "But don't worry, Your Majesty. I will instruct the young lady to tell the story of the Merchant of Venice again."
"Tell the story again? I should have guessed it. Third Prince Josiah … Are you also the founder of the Voice of Noland? "
Cromwell III instantly put away the 'gaffe' that made the ministers cover their eyes. He sat back on his throne and sized up the young demon in silence.
"I should be one of the founders." Josiah shrugged and did not deny Cromwell III's words. "Your Majesty, I think we should return to the topic of 'television'."
"Of course." Cromwell III looked at the projection once more and recalled his experience listening to the Voice of Noland. "I can understand what you mean by 'television'. I once listened to the Merchant of Venice on the Voice of Noland and found it a pity that I could only hear the voice and not see the performance. When I closed my eyes, my mind was filled with countless exciting scenes, but when I opened my eyes, all I could see was my room. It seems like 'television' can make up for my regret."
The emperor's comprehension ability was astonishing, but this was based on the fact that he had interacted with the Weave before. The ministers who didn't even know what the Weave was were completely dumbfounded.
"Your Majesty! Forgive my ignorance … "
General Lockman had fought for Cromwell III for many years and knew that the neurotic emperor would agree to the demon's request if he was happy. However, he didn't even know what the demon was doing here!
"I implore you to enlighten the confused ministers. We can't understand the function of this magical machine called 'television'."
"General Lockman is right, Your Majesty. In my opinion, the person recording the scene is just emotionlessly reciting a script," another minister chimed in.
"Let me think …" Cromwell III quickly found a suitable word to describe the 'television'. "Simede, General Lockman, you can think of it as your private theater. You hired a troupe to perform for you alone."
Cromwell III's gaze landed on Josiah after he finished speaking, as if asking Josiah if his explanation was correct.
Josiah could only shake his head with a bitter smile.
Josiah had heard of private theaters before. Sometimes, the nobles of the Falosi would specially hire an entire troupe to perform for them. The audience would only be the nobles or their relatives.
The price could no longer be described as expensive. The more famous a troupe was, the more expensive it would be, and not all troupes would agree.
"It's a pity that a television program isn't as expensive as a private theater. It was created for everyone, including the common people."
Josiah took the magical machine from Zenas' hands. The television was a little heavy, so Josiah had to hold it with both hands.
The image in the air suddenly disappeared. When Josiah injected mana into it again, the image appeared in front of Josiah.
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