Chapter 650
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Josiah arrived at the White Thorn Theatre near dusk. When Josiah saw the Knight Of The White Thorn, his first reaction was … he had lost weight.
The Knight Of The White Thorn had always given Josiah the impression that he was slightly chubby. Recently, the popularity of the White Thorn Theatre and the National Noland Theatre had been increasing, and the Knight Of The White Thorn's weight had increased sharply.
This made Josiah suspect that his weight would ruin his future acting career. But today, the Knight Of The White Thorn's weight had decreased.
He … seemed to have become a lot more haggard. The dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible, and the tired expression on his face seemed to say, "I haven't slept for almost a week."
"Mr. Josiah …" The Knight Of The White Thorn saw Josiah and walked up to him, forcing a smile.
"Knight, do you need me to find a priest to sprinkle holy water on you?" Josiah asked.
"Holy water?"
"You look like you're being haunted by ghosts."
Josiah's words greatly stimulated the Knight Of The White Thorn. He looked around to make sure there was no strange thing haunting him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uh … You look like you were scared by the script?"
Josiah guessed the reason why the Knight Of The White Thorn was so haggard.
"This … No! I just understood something from the script of 'The Shining' that you gave me. "
The Knight Of The White Thorn shivered when he said this.
"What is it?"
Josiah felt that it was not a big deal to understand the true meaning of life from the Shawshank Redemption, but it was a big problem if the Shining could change one's values.
"We can't see those ghosts, those … unclean things, but they do exist." The Knight Of The White Thorn deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard.
"So is it possible that they are right beside us? We can't see those things, so we don't know … Just like how every time I want to find something, I can't find it no matter how hard I try. It must be some kind of existence causing trouble. "
"This … ah, that means if you can see it, you'll feel better?"
After listening to the Knight Of The White Thorn's explanation, Josiah felt that it made sense.
Things that humans couldn't observe didn't mean they didn't exist.
"You can … see?"
Before the Knight Of The White Thorn could react, Josiah clapped his hands.
The instant the applause sounded, translucent spirits appeared in front of the Knight Of The White Thorn one after another.
The Knight Of The White Thorn was so frightened that he fell to the ground and retreated with his hands and legs.
"It … It really exists? Look … It seems that I have to set up some enchantments to expel the ghosts in the future. "The Knight Of The White Thorn gasped for air.
"Wake up. They have cooperated with you several times. There is no reason to be so afraid."
What Josiah summoned was the daytime banshee cameraman team. Their costumes had been changed into maid costumes under the Venerated Skeleton's bad taste.
When they were not working, these banshees would be on standby in the Venerated Skeleton's castle.
All the movies shot by Josiah were completed by these daytime banshees.
"I just …" The Knight Of The White Thorn choked for a while. After looking at the genial smiles of the daytime banshees, he barely recovered from the fear.
"It's not these ghosts that I'm afraid of." The Knight Of The White Thorn said, "Mr. Josiah, you should also understand that the fear of ghosts brought about by your script is the least important. When you sleep alone in the room, the unknown is peeping at you and torturing you …"
"I can understand …" Josiah walked in front of the Knight Of The White Thorn and patted him on the shoulder.
"The Shining" was a childhood trauma for Josiah. After watching it, Josiah always felt that there was someone under the bed. Every time he slept, he would wrap himself in a quilt.
"But now we are going to turn this script into a movie," said Josiah with a smile.
"I … I don't think anyone will like this kind of movie."
The Knight Of The White Thorn gritted his teeth and said his opinion, "If this movie is produced, it will only bring panic to the audience."
"Regarding this question, the Knight Of The White Thorn must have written a script with a tragic ending."
Josiah felt that all playwrights preferred to write tragedies, and the Knight Of The White Thorn was no exception.
"What do you enjoy the most after the end of a tragedy?"
"Watching the audience cry for my performance." The Knight Of The White Thorn gave Josiah the answer without even thinking.
"That's right! If I were an audience, I would rather watch a horror movie that can keep me awake at night than watch a boring film that will make me fall asleep in the cinema! Do you understand? "
The Knight Of The White Thorn did not understand what Josiah said at all, but Josiah was determined to produce "The Shining."
"I have chosen the actors for you, but I still haven't found the candidates for the twins. There is only a little girl who can play this role."
The Knight Of The White Thorn hid his hesitation in the bottom of his heart and directly brought Josiah to the back of the theater where the actors practiced.
"The little boy is the son of an old actor in my troupe."
The Knight Of The White Thorn brought a young boy to Josiah. The boy looked at Josiah with a strange … fear in his eyes.
"Your Excellency Josiah." After the Knight Of The White Thorn urged him to greet Josiah, he suddenly asked, "Is the stage play that you are going to act in scary?"
"Why do you say so?"
Josiah only showed the script to the Knight Of The White Thorn and Hiri.
"My mother said that Mr. White Thorn's soul was taken away by the script you wrote," he said.
"Knight, it seems that you need to pay attention to your appearance."
Josiah glanced at the Knight Of The White Thorn. Indeed, he looked as if he could die peacefully.
"Don't worry, he can't sleep because he is too happy. We are shooting a comedy." Josiah's words of comfort eased the fear in the Knight Of The White Thorn. "Do you have a suitable candidate for the little girl?"
"Well … I have one."
The Knight Of The White Thorn waved at the door, and a little girl who seemed to be only ten years old came to Josiah.
She was not a human, but a demon.
"Your Excellency Josiah."
"Let me think. That's right! The little girl that was saved by a golden legend. "
Josiah recalled the identity of this mixed-blood demon girl.
Before the Black Pigeon was a notorious underground organization, she was one of the lowest members and suffered all kinds of torture.
After Josiah posted a bounty on the spellcaster forum and completely destroyed the organization she was in, she was fortunately rescued by Carolee who passed by.
"Where is your brother?"
Josiah remembered that she had an older brother who was chosen by the Knight Of The White Thorn and trained as an actor.
"Leon is currently studying in Falosi." The Knight Of The White Thorn told Josiah the whereabouts of his apprentice.
"He went to Falosi? That's right … He is a little old. Perhaps the setting of twins can be solved with an illusion. "
Josiah looked at the other actors around him.
"Who is the main actor?"
"The requirement for the main actor in your script is to have a feeling of 'insanity', so I think it's better if I do it myself."
The Knight Of The White Thorn seemed to have gotten a kick out of playing such a perverted role.
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