It was no wonder that the tenor was so excited.
In this world, even papermaking hadn't appeared yet. In other words, literary creation was still at the stage of extremely simplified history books.
Since ancient times, before the invention of paper-making and printing technology, the cost of writing books was too high. Most of the resources were invested in the compilation of calendars and history books, which were more practical and urgently needed. The remaining resources would also be used to record poems.
Stories were only passed down by word of mouth, and almost none of them were written into books.
For example, in the Great Celestial Dynasty, legendary stories began to appear in the Tang Dynasty, and all kinds of stories were popularized in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
The Four Great Classical Novels all came from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Other than the fact that poetry was the best in the Tang and Song Dynasties, the scholars had no choice but to turn to dramas and stories. The more important reason was the cost of writing books.
How many words did Zuo Si write "Ode to the Three Capitals" in the Jin Dynasty?
Paper was expensive in the Luoyang Dynasty!
Even if ten Cao Xueqins were placed in the Jin Dynasty, they wouldn't be able to write "Dream of the Red Chamber"!
The bankrupt Cao Family didn't have money to buy paper!
Therefore, before Danny "invented" dragon paper and true dragon printing, the world of the Song of Ice and Fire also followed the simple and direct style of historical records.
Of course, writing history had to be simple, clear, and direct.
Therefore, even if the scholars were very knowledgeable, the novels and dramas they wrote were dry.
Just like the Dun Lun Incident, it was a kind of posture with yang above yin below, and it was used for thousands of years.
Suddenly, one day, a Dragon Queen popped out of Slave Bay and came up with a set of "108 Kinds of Spring Cries". How could those dry people not be amazed?
Literary techniques were the same as technology. They were constantly developing. If you don't believe me, you can go and look at the ancient classics. Other than the gorgeous words, beautiful sentences, and rich characters, in terms of story transfer, plot design, plot conflict, and word count, they might not be as good as the great writers on the Internet.
Uh, word count. Don't think that the famous books weren't good at writing. There was no novel in the world that wasn't good at writing.
Sometimes, the author deliberately used words, but most of the time, the author didn't know that he was writing.
For example, in "Journey to the West", Wu Chengen definitely didn't like writing.
However, in 'Journey to the West', such a plot often appeared: Tang Shengseng was captured by the demons, and Wukong had a good fight. Since he couldn't defeat the demons, he went to ask for help … Obviously, the readers knew about Wukong's experience, but the author still wanted to borrow Wukong's mouth to tell the story of how Wukong lost his master, fought the demons, and encountered troubles in detail.
What else could this be but hydrology?
Also, before Wukong, Bajie, and Sand Monk fought with the monsters, they would often announce their names and origins. In other words, they would use a very long poem to show off. They would recite the major events of their lives from their birth to the present. Their narration was very catchy and popular.
The first time you listen to it, you'll only find it breathtaking, but the second time, the third time … After the nth time, you'll choose to fast-forward.
Not only did Wukong and Ba Jie introduce themselves, but they also introduced their weapons. The origins and functions of the Golden-Banded Staff and Nine-Toothed Harrow were also made into a jingle and repeated over and over again.
To put it bluntly, there was only one meaning to this part of the story: acting tough!
How can I be so awesome? How can my weapon be so awesome? Isn't that just showing off?
If a web novelist were to write this, he would also act pretentiously. In fact, he might even act pretentiously more often than Old Wu.
When encountering a demon, if he didn't act tough eight to ten times, he wouldn't be able to live up to his good demon persona.
However, web novelists would definitely come up with all sorts of ways to show off. Even if there was such a thing, it would only happen once.
At most, they would use the effects of Wukong and the Golden-Banded Staff in actual combat to show off.
For example, today, they would use the Golden-Banded Staff to smash a tree. Tomorrow, they would use the Golden-Banded Staff to smash a small mountain. The day after that, they would smash a continent. The day after that, they would smash a planet. After that, they would smash a solar system, the Milky Way, the universe, the multiverse …
In the end, they would step over the computer and phone screens and smash the heads of the readers with the Golden-Banded Staff.
Cough, cough, I've digressed.
In short, Dragon Queen's unconventional writing style was a pioneer in this world where poetry and dramas were mainly written in a straightforward manner. She could barely be considered as a "Shakespeare from another world" and attracted many people to imitate her.
The slave owners of Guise, the scholars of the City of Knowledge, the opera editors of the Free City, and so on were all studying the drama of Slave Bay and the Dragon Queen's writing style.
Even the sensitive dwarf dispelled his suspicions of the Dragon Queen at this moment. He only sighed and said, "'Rosie's Dream' is really well written. Throughout the whole story, it did not say anything bad about Faceless One, but it made all the audience hate Faceless One to the bone."
"Yes! Dr. Wargrave has already surpassed his master. 'Rosie's Dream' will definitely become a famous piece passed down through the ages. "The tenor agreed.
"But why does the City of Knowledge hate Faceless so much? Making up stories to slander Faceless. "The dwarf was puzzled.
"You don't know about the conflict between the City of Knowledge and Braavos?" The tenor was surprised.
"I've heard a little about it." Tyrion nodded and said, "That conflict isn't important. What's important is that both sides violate the rights of guests and want to wear the hat of 'Second Rat Chef' on each other's head. But it's been so long, why hasn't it stopped? "
"It's hard to end. Dr. Wargrave even swore that 'if Faceless is not disbanded, the Holy War will never stop.'"
"Why is it like this?!" The dwarf was dumbfounded.
"It did stop a lot before, but recently …" The fat singer looked at the dwarf hesitantly and stopped.
"Today, I'm just an art enthusiast. We talk about art, there's no distinction between identities." The dwarf said.
"Not long after your uncle died, the City of Knowledge swore that the Holy War would never stop and became very busy."
"Oh …" The dwarf seemed to understand and nodded. "So that's how it is. Those monkey bastards have a good plan. But, Faceless are scarier than my bitch sister, right? "
The tenor glanced at the knight patrolling the corner with Astapor's dog and whispered, "The City of Knowledge also has a lot of dogs."
"Everyone knows?" Tyrion's ugly face twisted.
"Of course, the world has been suffering Faceless for a long time!" The tenor's voice was even lower, like a mosquito's buzz.
"Is it effective?" Tyrion was interested.
"It's very effective. According to the grapevine, in the past six months, at least three Faceless assassinations were discovered in advance in the two cities of Myr and Tyrossi alone. One Faceless was even caught, but unfortunately, he killed himself."
"Seven Gods above, the effect is so strong?" Tyrion was shocked.
The tenor looked around and saw that other than the dwarf's female companion, Princess Alaine, no one was paying attention to them, so he smiled and said.
"Excellent hunting dogs that have been specially trained can smell blood and distinguish the breath of strangers. They are more sensitive to murderous aura.
Think about it, a Faceless peels off the skin of others and puts it on his own face. How can he avoid the smell of blood and murderous aura?
Even if he has superb means and can hide the smell of blood and murderous aura, when he appears for the first time, how can the dogs not detect a stranger?
It is said that a businessman in Myr found a business opportunity and began to secretly train special dogs. They let people line up and walk past the hunting dogs.
If a stranger is mixed in with a hundred people in line, if the hunting dogs can smell him, he will live; if not, he will die.
Using the surviving hunting dogs as seeds, the puppies that are born are trained again. A thousand people line up, mixed in with a stranger who has just bathed …
With this cycle, one day, as long as it is a stranger, they will not be able to get close to the 'Nemesis of the Faceless'. "
"Makes sense!"
While they were talking, a new stage play started. The gloomy lighting atmosphere, the background music of a sly hero, and the Cthulhu stage design, costumes, and props that were beyond the times attracted the dwarf's attention.
A bald, thin, and tall man with a black beard was accompanied by a total of 15 musicians, 10 more than the fat tenor.
"He is Jackson of Pentos, known as the Emperor of Opera," the fat man said sourly.
"… In the shadow of the tower, the King of Darkness holds a list."
Jackson's loud voice could be heard even by the guards in the corner of the hall, but the people closest to the stage did not find it noisy.
"He let out a soft murmur, that is a name!" The drummers beat out a slow and gloomy rhythm, and the faint sound of the flute was like a ghost whimpering in the night wind.
"A name, a dead soul," the musicians chanted in unison.
"He feeds on blood and slaughter, the castle is filled with models of human heads, and each model is covered with a face, thousands of names, thousands of faces —" Jackson raised his arms and sang loudly with a mellow tone.
"A name, a face, thousands of faces!" The musicians shook their heads and chanted together.
"Cruel Meg, Fireball Quentin, Arrow Rain Prince Robert …"
The drummers sped up the rhythm, and Jackson quickly read out a series of names. Some were known to everyone, but some were unfamiliar to Westeros.
"What does this mean?" the dwarf was puzzled.
"The name of this play is' Death's List '. Those names are all people who were assassinated by the King of Darkness, and they are all famous people.
You have not heard of it because of the long history, or because you are a foreigner, "Alaine said.
"You have heard of it?" the dwarf was surprised.
Alaine nodded and rubbed her arms. "They did not sing as well as the Emperor of Opera. I have goosebumps all over my body, so comfortable!"
"Didn't Meg kill himself? How did he frame it on Faceless?"
"Meg killing himself is just a speculation. Think about it, he has Bellerion, and he is so cruel. How could he be so cowardly as to kill himself? Someone must have invited Faceless! "Alaine said.
"Uh, before, even the City of Knowledge thought that Meg killed himself, how did you …"
Alaine interrupted him. "Now the City of Knowledge has reversed the case for Meg, and 'Death's List' was also scripted by Wargrave. Meg's death at the hands of Faceless was also just announced by the City of Knowledge. “
"What about Fireball Quentin?" the dwarf asked again.
Quentin Boll, one of the two most important generals under Black Fire Daimon (the other was Cold Iron Igor), died at the hands of an Archer in the river before the final battle.
The problem was that Quentin was leading an army to the battlefield, and he was surrounded by his own people. There were no enemies around, and they did not even find the person who killed him.
"The City of Knowledge believes that Faceless replaced one of Fireball Quentin's subordinates. I think it is very reasonable," Alaine said.
"It is indeed more reasonable than dying at the hands of an unknown Archer, but …" the dwarf's face twisted.
Mill's tenor suddenly said, "Dr. Wargrave also has a play called 'The Nonexistent Brynden'.
The doctor believes that before the Black Fire rebellion, the Blood Crow Duke Blinden was replaced by Faceless, and that Daimon Black Fire and his two sons were also killed by Faceless. "
"This is completely denying the existence of Blinden Rivertext. It's ridiculous." The dwarf shook his head.
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