Graycastle, the old king's city, the Grand Theater in the inner city.
Warm applause came from outside the study, signifying the end of another outstanding performance.
Kajen Fels had also come to an end.
He took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. Then he closed the script and put it back in the cabinet beside the table.
The title on the spine was "The Wolf Princess".
Also in the cabinet were "The Witch Story", "New City", "Dawn", and so on. These were the farewell gifts that Mey had given him before he left Neverwinter. Although many people in the troupe thought it was a blatant mockery, he accepted all of them and read them several times when he returned to the theater.
It was not because the script itself was brilliant — the creator was undoubtedly a newbie, and the arrangement of the scenes was very straightforward, basically at the beginner stage of explaining the story clearly. It was because if he did not do this, there was nothing else he could do.
Kajen found that he had lost the desire to write.
Whenever he picked up the pen, the scene in the magic movie would appear in his mind.
In the past, this stage should have belonged to the Grand Theater.
He could not imagine the positions of the actors and the placement of the scenery. It was like how he could not be satisfied with the sweetness of dew after tasting honey. In the magic movie, the whole world became a stage for the performance. There was no gap between the audience and the actors. This shocking scene opened a new door for him, but he was soon shut out.
Kajen could not turn back even if he only took a glance at the stage.
To be precise, it was not that he did not want to write anymore, but he could not help thinking about the magic movie. For example, the close-up of the prince's smile when he first met the princess, the bleak background when they parted... All these thoughts kept surging in his mind.
The magic movie had given him many things he wanted to try, but none of them was related to the story of the theater.
It was this contradiction that made Kajen Fels very uncomfortable.
Only when he read through the script could he temporarily forget these worries.
However, he also knew that this could only alleviate his anxiety.
Mey was not willing to tell him, and the Administrative Office did not reply to him... This meant that Neverwinter had completely shut the door to him. He knew that he would have to suffer until he found a new channel to understand the magic movie.
At this moment, a maid knocked on the door. "Master, there are a few letters for you."
Kajen closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "Leave it outside. I'll look at it later."
After the play, Roentgen, Egrepoe, and the others would usually come to the study to discuss their thoughts and questions about the performance. He planned to recover some energy before that.
"But … there is a letter with the mark of Graycastle's royal family on it. You told me that if it's a letter from Neverwinter, I must hand it to — "
Before the maid could finish, Kajen opened the door.
"Where is the letter?"
Startled, the latter hurriedly handed over a stack of letters and watched as the dramatist picked the letter from the royal family and stuffed all the other letters back to him.
Then the door was shut.
Kajen went back to the desk and broke the wax seal eagerly.
It was a letter from King Wimbledon to him!
Did the king finally know that Kajen's troupe had come to Neverwinter and wanted to present a play for the coronation?
If he could get in touch with the King of Graycastle, wouldn't he be able to find the Magic Movie?
Kajen suppressed his excitement, unfolded the letter and began to read.
...
"How many roses did you get today?" Egrepoe asked jokingly on the way to the study.
"About ten. I didn't count them." Roentgen shrugged. "Anyway, fewer than before. Although I don't care. "
"If those admirers were to hear this, I'm afraid their hearts would shatter into two." Egrepoe laughed. "It's inevitable that the number of people will decrease. His Majesty sent half of the nobles to the mines and this place became the old king's city. Naturally, fewer people will come to watch the play. But as long as the city is still there, everything will gradually return to how it was before. "
"I think it's good enough that there are still people sending flowers," Benis said, twitching her mouth. "There used to be six troupes, but now there are only three left. I hope we won't become the next one."
Roentgen's expression also became a little emotional. "Yes, that war really changed a lot …"
"Ahem, ladies, we also have to see the benefits." Egrepoe coughed twice. "Wasn't the rapid expansion of Kajen's troupe because they recruited people from the three troupes? We can't control the succession of the throne, but it has happened so many times in history. Everyone is still alive, isn't it? Anyway, cheer up. Teacher is still waiting for us. Don't let him see us being discouraged. "
At the mention of Kajen Fels, everyone nodded involuntarily. Teacher Kajen seemed to have aged a few years since he came back from Neverwinter. It was all Mey's fault. She refused to reveal the origin of the magic movie and even used the possibility that it might be related to the secret. Since things had come to this, they naturally had to work harder.
"Teacher, sorry to disturb —"
Egrepoe walked to the study and pushed open the door. He was slightly stunned.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to be a little strange.
Kajen was not sitting on the soft couch waiting for them as he usually did. Instead, he was standing in front of the table in a daze. After a long while, he looked at them and said, "... Come in."
"Teacher, what happened?" Bernis also noticed that Kajen was acting strange.
"There's a letter from Neverwinter. It's from His Majesty." Kajen picked up the letter from the table and handed it to everyone. "Take a look."
"Is... this okay?"
"It's okay."
Egrepoe took the letter after getting a nod.
The others immediately gathered around him.
Looking at their expectant faces, Kajen sighed inwardly. Obviously, they were thinking the same thing as he was when he read the letter. Someone had secretly obstructed the transmission of the news, causing the troupe to return to the old king's city without accomplishing anything. Now that His Majesty had found out, the person who had obstructed them would be in trouble.
He had guessed the beginning correctly, but not the ending.
His Majesty had indeed satisfied his curiosity. In the letter, he had briefly explained the principle of the magic movie. The key to the magic movie was an "instrument" created and activated by witches, which could record the scene of an incident. However, witches alone were not enough. It had to use some ancient relics. These things were extremely rare and could only be found by chance. As a result, the "instrument" was also extremely rare. It was a priceless and rare item.
Kajen wrote straightforwardly, "It's the eve of a dangerous war. All the resources of the territories must be prioritized for the survival of Graycastle, and the magic movie is no exception. I believe you've seen the shock it brings. It plays an extremely important role in spreading ideas and awareness. It's a pity that it can't be used in plays that have nothing to do with national policy. " "
"But this situation won't last forever. When the kingdom ushers in true peace, the magic movie will eventually become a new form of drama that everyone can film. By then, I believe that you and your troupe will be able to produce excellent works." "
If that was the case, they could only feel helpless.
Unfortunately, His Majesty did not think so.
He had received the notice from the Administrative Office from the very beginning, and the person who had rejected the new script was none other than Roland Wimbledon himself.
That was the biggest blow to Kajen.
It turned out that it was just his wishful thinking to present a gift for the king's ascension to the throne.
In fact, Kajen did not take the preparation of Kajen's troupe seriously at all. If the king did not like their new play, the promise of "producing excellent works" in the letter would be nothing more than a cliché.
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