When they returned home, Filin shook his head helplessly, "Can't you think about it for a few more days before you answer His Highness?"
When he saw his wife come back, she was almost jumping up and down. The last time he saw her so happy was probably at the wedding.
"No," Irene stuck out her tongue, "I can't sleep even if I'm late for a day."
Yes, she loved the theater so much that when she was in the Longsong Stronghold Theater, she often practiced until midnight, and often rehearsed her lines with herself. If it weren't for the Duke, she would have already changed from the flower of the theater to the star of the theater. Thinking of this, he gently hugged his wife from behind, "I'm sorry."
"…" Irene patted his head, "It's not your fault, at that time you were transferred to another city, there was no way to stop him." She smiled gently, "If you want to apologize, go cook, I want to read the script first."
"Okay, I'll cook," Filin kissed her earlobe, "meat porridge and fried eggs, plus a roast sausage to celebrate."
Many of the furnishings of the new residence were different from the ones he was familiar with in the past, such as the cooking stove. In Longsong Stronghold, whether it was a noble or a commoner, they would always have an open hearth in the center of the main living room, unlike the new residence, which had a separate room for the stove. The stove was surrounded on three sides, and the back was directly connected to the chimney. There was a horizontal baffle at the entrance, which could be closed when not in use, to prevent the smoke of the residents downstairs from coming out of the stove.
Filin could easily think of the advantages of such a design, after closing the door, the living room could not be affected by cooking fumes and smells, and in summer it could also effectively reduce the indoor temperature.
He filled the stove with firewood and sawdust, raised the flame, and began to concentrate on cooking tonight's dishes.
After dinner, Irene continued to immerse herself in the script, almost to the end of the candle, she put down the third book, and took a long breath.
"How is it?" Filin couldn't help but be curious, what kind of script could make her spend so long to read, it must be known that when she was in the theater, she could read more than a dozen such thick books in half a day.
"It's really … hard to describe," Irene exclaimed. "Every book is full of new ideas. I've never read a story like this before! In "Cinderella", the prince did not fall in love with a princess, but a beautiful commoner girl … This was not surprising, but he insisted on marrying a commoner as his wife. I even wondered, when His Royal Highness read this story, would he not be dissatisfied with its absurd and bizarre contents? Aside from that, the whole story was exciting, especially when the prince found Cinderella again and put on the crystal shoe for her. I couldn't help but want to applaud them. "
"'The Rooster Crows at Midnight' is also very interesting. Compared to 'Cinderella', it's much simpler. I think the story can be explained in about two or three scenes. Moreover, the part where the serfs plucked up their courage to fight against the nobles is very wonderful. After a long period of foreshadowing, the serfs' emotional changes from trying to endure to the point where they could no longer bear it... The feeling of eruption when they finally decided to resist is very satisfying! "
"The serfs fought against the nobles?" Filin frowned. This was something that the nobles absolutely could not tolerate. If the serfs in the Schilt Manor dared to use hoes and shovels to fight against the head of the family, I'm afraid that the next day my father would erect their heads at the entrance of the manor. "Does His Royal Highness really want you to perform this kind of play?"
"That's because you haven't read the script," Irene gave him a blank look. "After reading it, you will have the same feeling as me. Standing up and resisting was not something they could do, the small nobles simply bullied them too much. In the face of a life threatening situation, they still just put the nobles in a cloth bag and beat them up. I think they already restrained themselves very much. Later, the nobles wanted to execute all the serfs, but a witch who was passing by saved them. She turned into the image of a well-known local nobleman and stopped the bad guys, then went to the Lord's castle to plead for the serfs. After a debate, the Lord made a wise and benevolent decision – he bought the serfs and promoted them to free people! I bet that by the time the play reaches this point, the audience will be cheering. "
But the nobles will certainly protest, Filin disapprovingly thought, and then the theater will come under pressure from the nobles, and finally the crew will be disbanded … Wait a minute, he suddenly realized that in addition to Viscount Tigu and His Royal Highness, there are no other nobles living in Border Town, and the latter is also the founder of the crew. In other words, the plays that His Royal Highness asked them to perform were really only for the general public to watch? But they can't even earn a few copper royals from their hands. According to the standard of the Longsong Stronghold Theater, this is simply a loss. Did His Royal Highness just want to entertain himself?
"But my dear," Irene didn't notice the change in his expression, "although the first two plays are wonderful enough, but compared to the third book, 'The Witch Diary', they are nothing! I bet that even if it was in a big city like Redwater City or King's City, the theater would immediately pick out a crew, specially rehearse and publicize the story in advance! I have to say, Scroll is really a genius screenwriter, whether it is the content of the story or the narrative technique, it is far better than any other play today. "
"Are you sure?" Filin was amused by her serious look. "Even in Longsong Stronghold, I often hear the name of Mr. Kajen Fels. His' To the Rose 'and' The Chronicles of a Prince's Search for Love 'are both highly acclaimed works, not only in King's City, but also in other kingdoms. I heard that there are also troupes from other kingdoms who come to watch and learn from it. Do you think it is better than these classic plays?"
"Of course, you are doubting my judgment, my dear!" She roughly explained the content of the play. "Not to mention the plot, it is the first time I have seen such a novel narrative technique. Compared with the previous plays, which are like listening to a third person telling the story, this one firmly focuses on the three witches, and their actions have a profound impact on each other, but they themselves are unaware of it. But near the middle of the story, all the seemingly unrelated clues come together, and the three witches become an inseparable whole. I have to say, this kind of parallel development of the story will certainly cause a sensation — of course, not in Border Town, I even doubt how many people will be able to see this level. " She excitedly found a pen and paper and buried herself in writing a letter. "No, I have to quickly call all the theater partners over, I really want to see their surprised faces!"
However, Filin stepped forward and held her hand. "Wait, Irene, don't you think... the content of the story is too contrary to common sense?"
After listening to his wife's narration, he also felt that the whole story was exciting, showing the good and evil, good and evil of human nature. However, the description of the witches was completely opposite to what the church said, and it was too detailed. For example, the third lucky witch, because of the love of her family, was able to release her ability without restraint, but eventually found that the demonic bite was just a lie. Apart from being able to control magic, witches were no different from ordinary people. They could also laugh, cry, and grieve when their loved ones passed away. Isn't Prince Roland afraid that the church will come to find him if the news gets out?
"Contrary to common sense? No... Filin, before they became witches, they were all ordinary people, right? "
"Well, that's right."
"What about me?" Irene widened her eyes and said, "If I become a witch, will you think I'm evil?"
"No, of course not," Filin quickly said, "You will always be the kind girl I know."
"Then what if we have a daughter, and she becomes a witch?"
"Of course, that's even more impossible -" He suddenly closed his mouth, in his heart he already understood what his wife meant. Judging witches from an outsider's point of view was completely different from judging one's loved ones as evil.
"That's right," Irene nodded with satisfaction. "If we really have a witch..."
"I will be like the father of the third witch in the story, I will take good care of her." The Knight knelt down on one knee and made a vow of loyalty.
"This is a qualified answer," she put down the quill and chuckled. "I think... we can try it now."
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