The movie was still playing.
Josiah took the opportunity to ask the Knight Of The White Thorn about the operation of the theater.
"Is this the ticket?"
Josiah held a silver coin in his hand. The front of the coin was engraved with a dark gold pattern, and the back was engraved with the number 38.
The coin was not the currency of Noland, but a token similar to the ones used in the arcade.
"Yes, my lord. You are holding a ticket for the ordinary seats. There are also tickets for the special and VIP seats."
The Knight Of The White Thorn showed two light gold coins to Josiah. The only difference between the two silver coins was the color of the pattern.
In this era where printers did not exist, it was much more convenient to use the token as a ticket than a handwritten paper ticket.
"The ticket price for the ordinary seats is one silver coin, and the special seats are one gold coin. The VIP seats are usually prepared for the audience that I personally invite."
The Knight Of The White Thorn's ticket price could be considered to be reasonable. At least in a small, developed country like Noland, the civilians could afford the price of the ordinary seats.
"What about the publicity? Handwritten flyers? "
The flyer from the Noland's National Theater that Josiah received during the day was handwritten.
"In the past, we did not need publicity at all. The name 'White Thorn Flower' was the best publicity … But recently …"
The Knight Of The White Thorn did not immerse himself in the glory of the past for long before he was instantly returned to the cold and cruel reality.
So until now, this theater had relied on word of mouth to survive? In China, there was a saying that went, 'fragrant wine needs no dark alley'. However, if there were people from another tavern soliciting customers at the entrance of your alley every day, even if your wine was fragrant, all the customers would run away.
This was the situation that Lord White Thorn Flower was facing right now. No … it was even worse. Not only had all of his guests been taken away, but even his "wine jars" had been taken away by the Norland National Theater, leaving not a single one behind.
Now, the Knight Of The White Thorn was only left with a theater.
"It's necessary to do publicity work."
Reputation was important, but if you relied on it to survive, you wouldn't even know how you died.
"Of course, my lord … I will immediately hire someone to write the leaflets."
"The flyers are too slow, and I don't think the National Theatre will let you send them out smoothly."
Josiah thought about what had happened to the White Wattle Theater recently. It was obvious that the Noland National Theater had decided to wipe the White Wattle Theater from the city of Noland and monopolize the Noland.
There was nothing more profitable than a monopoly!
If the Knight Of The White Thorn were to send people out to distribute the flyers, they would definitely encounter layers of resistance. Therefore, whether the flyers could be distributed was still a big problem.
"Then … Milord, how should we advertise it?"
The Knight Of The White Thorn wiped the sweat off his forehead. Josiah could see that he was at an absolute disadvantage in the competition with the National Theatre of Noland, and flyers were the only way the Knight Of The White Thorn could think of to promote himself.
"Just put it on the posters."
Josiah could make use of the advantage of the projection of the protocrystal. The White Wattle Theater was a magnificent building. By hanging a huge white wall at the entrance of the theater, projecting the most classic moment of "Beauty and the Devil", and then attaching the name of the play and the list of performers, it would be much more effective than any flyers.
It was just like the huge posters that could be seen everywhere in the cities on Earth.
"Seal … Seal?"
The Knight Of The White Thorn didn't seem to understand the meaning of Josiah's words.
"There's no need for flyers. Although I don't know what material you used to make the background wall in the theater's performance hall, I still need one that is big enough to be erected at the side of the entrance of your theater."
"I will prepare it. It might take two to three days."
The Knight Of The White Thorn glanced at Josiah and asked cautiously.
"Do you have any other orders?"
"No, go back and continue watching. I think you didn't miss too many exciting scenes."
"Yes, sir."
The Knight Of The White Thorn quickly ran back to the performance hall.
Josiah was actually wondering if he should buy some popcorn and cola desserts in the theater, but he gave up on the idea after some thought. "Beauty and the Devil" wasn't a popcorn movie, and now was not the time to make money from selling movie accessories.
What Josiah needed to do now was to spread the popularity of the movie.
… …
Herland sat in his seat, not knowing what to say for a long time.
She was indeed moved to tears by the plot of "Beauty and the Devil", but apart from being moved, she was only left in deep thought.
Herland's thoughts were not as simple as Hiri's. Apart from the outstanding plot of "Beauty and the Devil", what was more terrifying was the feeling that the "movie" brought to her.
That was to let her see a 'new world'. This was something that no previous stage play could achieve, and Herland yearned for this world very much.
She hoped to participate in the world of "Beauty and the Devil" in some way, to help Belle meet the devil earlier, or to help the devil drive away the ignorant villagers at the end, and so on.
She really had this urge.
Herland stared at the floating 'Ping Pong' window in her field of vision, and she recalled the elves that Josh had drawn with her magic-guided machine.
"Sylvanas Windrunner". Herland believed that the elf had more than just her name. She must have an unknown story behind her, perhaps an unforgettable story like "Beauty and the Devil".
Josiah was indeed going to tell the story of Sylvanas to the world, but not in the way of "Beauty and the Devil". Instead, he was going to play "Ping Pong".
At this thought, Herland was looking forward to it. She didn't know where this feeling came from. She had read many travel notes in the academy library, and she had lamented the experiences of the protagonists in them.
But she had never been so eager to personally participate in a story.
"Sister, do you really believe that a devil will fall in love with a human?"
Ciri's sudden question interrupted Herland's train of thought. In the movie, there was a scene of a demon dancing with Belle in the hall of the castle.
It was a very romantic scene. Accompanied by music, it was enough to make anyone in the audience want to fall in love right now.
Herland was also affected by this, and Ciri was no exception.
"Why do you suddenly ask?"
"Nothing … Maybe I'm thinking too much."
Hiri touched the "collar" on her neck. Now that she and Herland were alone, it was the best time to tell Herland about her relationship with Josiah and ask for help. But after some hesitation, Hiri chose to hide it.
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