"That's all for today. Class dismissed."
"Goodbye, teacher." The little girls said in unison.
Irene closed her textbook and watched the children walk out of the classroom. This place originally belonged to a noble family, but after the Months of Demons, it was expropriated by the Lord, and now it had been transformed into a college. The partitions of the small rooms downstairs and upstairs were connected into several larger rooms, which could accommodate four to six groups of apprentices at the same time. According to the division in the textbook, they were called "classes." During the day, most of the students were children, and at night, it was adults.
She thought that it would take a long time for her application to be a teacher to reach the City Hall, but she didn't expect that after Filin reported the matter, the next day she got the approval. Then she went to the City Hall to register her identity, receive her teaching materials, and get a class list.
She was responsible for teaching the children of the townspeople. In order to make this group of troublemakers listen to her class, she spent a lot of effort. There was also a chapter in the textbook on how to maintain classroom discipline, which was an eye-opener for her. In addition to the traditional verbal criticism and cane corporal punishment, there was also the evaluation of excellence, the division of groups, the establishment of a team leader and class monitor, and so on.
The person who wrote this textbook must be an elder who had studied teaching for many years, so he could consider everything so well.
Walking out of the college, Irene saw the Knight, Filin Schilt, waiting for her at the gate.
He was no longer wearing a shining armor, holding a shield and a sword embroidered with a lion emblem, but he was still very handsome. A simple leather coat set off his tall and straight figure, coupled with his well-defined facial features, even if he was empty-handed, he was still the The Light Of Dawn in her memory.
After giving him a hug, Irene noticed that Filin's expression was a little strange.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"…" He hesitated, "His Royal Highness invited us to the palace in the afternoon to enjoy tea."
Irene was startled, "We?" She immediately guessed what he was worried about. She patted his back and shook her head. "His Royal Highness has never seen me before. How could he be like the Duke... Besides, don't I still have you?"
"Mm." Filin nodded. "This time, I'll protect you."
In the afternoon, Irene dressed herself up simply and chose a decent dress before heading to the Lord's Castle with her husband.
He was ushered into the guest hall by the guard. Not long after, a gray-haired man appeared at the entrance. Without a doubt, he was the Lord of the Western Region, His Highness Roland Wimbledon. He was accompanied by a lady who was about 30 years old and had a calm and capable posture. From her charming facial features, one could tell that she must have been an outstanding beauty when she was young. The two of them hurriedly got up and bowed.
"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Schilt." Roland sat down at the head of the table. "The dishes on the table are all palace delicacies. Feel free to enjoy them."
"Thank you for your invitation. It's my honor to come here and enjoy the refreshments." Filin replied in accordance with aristocratic etiquette.
"This lady is called Scroll. She's also the person in charge of the City hall's Education Department. I think you should have already met her."
"Indeed." He nodded to Scroll to show his respect. "I haven't thanked you yet. Without your permission, Irene wouldn't have become a teacher so quickly."
So it was she who had helped me, Irene thought, and gave her a grateful smile.
After chatting for a while, Filin tentatively asked, "I don't know why Your Royal Highness called us here."
"It's related to education." Roland paused and looked at Irene. "I heard that you used to work in the Longsong Stronghold Theater. Are you an actor?"
"Uh …" Irene didn't expect that His Royal Highness would ask her this question. "I've only performed once."
"It's like this. I plan to put on a play in the town square every weekend," the Prince said directly. "As for the script, the scriptwriter, and the conductor, I'm only missing performers. You don't have many classes, but you have experience in theater. I want you to star in this play. Of course, there will be extra pay. I don't know if you're willing? "
"…" Irene looked at His Royal Highness in disbelief. After confirming that the other side wasn't joking, she excitedly nodded and said, "Your Royal Highness, I'm willing!"
Standing on the stage and performing had always been her wish. After leaving the Longsong Theater, she knew that she might never have the opportunity to perform in a play again. In front of Filin, she didn't show any regret. She just hid her wish in the bottom of her heart. She didn't expect that there would be a day when she would return to the stage.
"These plays are performed for the masses, so the requirements aren't high. As long as the story is clearly told, it's fine. Do you have any friends in Longsong Stronghold who have a certain understanding of theater, but don't have the opportunity to perform on the stage? If you do, you can write a letter to them saying that in Border Town, there are performances every weekend, and the salary is the same as in the Longsong Stronghold Theater. "
"Even they can do it? I know a lot of them! "Irene was overjoyed," I'll write to them when I go back. If they can get the opportunity to perform, I think they will be very happy to come to Border Town! "
"Very good," Roland handed over three books, "This is the script, there are numbers on it. Your performance will start with the first story. The content is adapted from Scroll, very close to the lives of ordinary people. You can take it back and read it carefully. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask Scroll. "
"Yes, Your Royal Highness! Thank you! "Irene bowed.
…
"Is this okay?" Scroll asked, "Those stories are obviously what you came up with."
"It doesn't matter, in their eyes, the prince can't write such vulgar things." Roland stretched, "And without your final revision, the script can't be completed in a short time."
"I don't think the story is vulgar at all," she shook her head, "Although I don't know why you know so clearly, those are the things that happened to the people, touching and thought-provoking, the performance will certainly be very popular."
Of course it will be very popular, Roland thought. The first two plays were adapted from "Cinderella" and "The Rooster Crows in the Middle of the Night", and had been tested by the people for a long time. The former described the touching love between the common people and the royal family, and the latter was the struggle of the people at the bottom against the unscrupulous landlords. Of course, they had been localized adaptations, such as the witch in "Cinderella" became a witch, and the landlord in "The Rooster Crows in the Middle of the Night" became a fierce little aristocrat. Roland intended to release the third work "The Witch Diaries" after the first two plays had a profound impact, which was also his real purpose.
This was a play completely conceived by him, telling the story of three children who became witches, but each went on a completely different path. He did not directly mention the Church, but focused on the fate of these three people: one child was abandoned by her parents, one was used as a tool, and the last lucky child's parents still loved her deeply, and in order to protect her, they gave up their lives. In the end, the three people came together by chance, defeated the enemies who wanted to kill them, and obtained their own happiness like ordinary people.
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