"I heard that you demons are all cruel and warlike warriors, but it seems that the preachers and bards are all bullsh * t."
Frost Axe had already taken off his helmet and was standing beside Josh, teasing him. If all the demons were like that Sinful Demon just now, the overflowing masculinity of the dwarves might laugh at them without any scruples.
"A long time ago, Zenas was also a fierce and cruel warrior. It's just that some things have changed."
Josiah clearly knew what kind of race the Sinful Demons were from the Third Prince's memory. They were born from the fire of sin, and they did not grow up from infancy to adulthood like ordinary life.
From the moment they were born, they were brave warriors, and childhood did not exist at all for this race.
Zenas used to be one of the most powerful warriors among the Sinful Demons, but ever since he became Josiah's guard, he seemed to have found something more interesting than fighting, and that was acting.
Now, he had one more thing to do, and that was to make friends with humans.
It seemed that Zenas and the little girl got along well.
While Josiah and Frost Axe were talking, Zenas returned once again. This time, he still did not take off the garland on his neck, perhaps forgetting that he was still wearing it.
Josiah did not remind Zenas. With the garland on his neck, his affinity with Zenas increased.
"Your Highness, what do I need to do?"
This was the first time Zenas came to the Dwarves' territory. These races, who were less than 1.5 meters tall, did not seem to fear him as much as humans.
"Just follow me."
… …
White Thorn Flower Theater.
"Mrs. Sizer, allow me to apologize. I did not write the script for this movie."
The Knight Of The White Thorn kept bowing his head in apology to a well-dressed noble lady in his office.
He had built this theater in Noland for almost 20 years, but he also had another identity as a Falosi noble.
But for the sake of art, the Knight Of The White Thorn temporarily left his fief and resolutely brought his servants to the city known as the center of the world to build this theater.
Using this theater as a stage, the Knight Of The White Thorn met many noble ladies who were interested in the stage and the arts.
Some of the noble ladies were moved to tears after watching the play, and would only use the story in the script as a topic of conversation during afternoon tea.
However, some noble ladies who liked to be serious were completely different. For example, Lady Sizer who was in front of the Knight Of The White Thorn.
"Then who wrote this script?"
She held a fan woven from expensive bird feathers and pointed it at the Knight Of The White Thorn, asking the Knight Of The White Thorn to tell her who the screenwriter of "Beauty And The Devil" was.
"This … Mrs. Sizer."
Another woman whose heart was broken by the tragic love story of "Beauty and the Devil".
The Knight Of The White Thorn glanced at the makeup on the noble lady's face. It was obvious that she had just cried her heart out, and the makeup on her face was completely ruined by her tears.
However, she did not know about it.
This was not the first time the Knight Of The White Thorn had heard such a request. The final tragedy of "Beauty And The Devil" was a heavy blow to every woman who still had a "young girl's heart".
However, the Knight Of The White Thorn's script was the best. A script that could move people's hearts was always the best.
Unfortunately, the Knight Of The White Thorn did not dare to say this in front of the noble lady, because she was the official wife of the Grand Duke of Falosi. The power in her hands was not something the Knight Of The White Thorn, a small theater owner, could shake.
"The person who wrote this script is not an ordinary screenwriter. His status is far higher than mine. No … compared to him, I am only the lowest level of dust."
The Knight Of The White Thorn was now in a dilemma. He could not rashly expose Josiah's identity, because his life was in Josiah's hands.
"Far higher than you? There is no reason for such a talented scriptwriter with a higher status than you to remain unknown. "
Mrs. Sizer covered half of her face with her feather fan as if she was thinking. She had another identity that was far more famous than the official wife of the Grand Duke, and that was the mother of the Flower of Falosi.
It was because of her love for the stage that she sent her daughter to study under the most famous stage actor in Falosi.
It could be said that she had single-handedly facilitated the success of the Black Swan.
"Then tell that mysterious screenwriter that Duke Caesar invited him to the Falosi embassy for a cup of afternoon tea. I don't believe that his status is so high that he would refuse the invitation of a Grand Duke."
"I … will pass the message to him."
The Knight Of The White Thorn said with uncertainty.
Perhaps Josiah's status was so high that he could easily refuse the invitation of a Grand Duke, because Josiah was the legendary national hero of Falosi!
The Knight Of The White Thorn glanced at the oil painting hanging on the wall behind his desk. The name of the oil painting was "Revolutionary Life". It showed a scene of a young girl raising a flag and a crowd following behind her.
Unfortunately, this was a record of Falosi's history from hundreds of years ago … Now, this was just a hero recorded in Falosi's history.
"Not to pass the message, he must come … That Devil Prince's death was too tragic. It was so tragic that even I feel unreconciled. Those ignorant villagers did not have the ability to kill him."
Mrs. Sizer noticed some small loopholes in the script. Logically speaking, the villagers with pitchforks and wooden bows, even with the help of a spellcaster, would not be able to defeat such a powerful devil.
Well, Mrs. Sizer admitted that she only hoped to see a happy ending. This story should have a happy ending. This feeling of grievance made her unable to bear it, so she looked for the Knight Of The White Thorn.
"I'll try my best."
The Knight Of The White Thorn habitually picked up a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead. After making a lot of promises, Mrs. Sizer was finally willing to let the Knight Of The White Thorn go. She left the Knight Of The White Thorn's office with her guards.
After sending her off, the Knight Of The White Thorn sat behind his desk tiredly.
This was already the fifth time. The nobles of other countries were fine, but the Knight Of The White Thorn did not dare to provoke the nobles of Falosi, because his family was in Falosi.
The script of "Beauty and the Devil" was really … too malicious. Josiah spent a lot of time to create a plot between Belle and the Devil Prince that was sweet enough to make countless young girls scream, but in the end, he mercilessly crushed everything that was so sweet.
Anyone who saw the ending would go to the scriptwriter and curse.
Just as the Knight Of The White Thorn was thinking about how to appease Mrs. Sizer's agitated emotions, his office door was pushed open again.
He stood up nervously, and when he saw that it was Josiah, he sat on the floor weakly.
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