Mey did not expect that her heart would be full of expectations when she once again embarked on the return journey to Border Town.
The woods along the Redwater River had begun to turn yellow, and the breeze blowing in her face brought a trace of coolness. The shimmering river water rolled under her feet, and from time to time, she could see fallen leaves sliding over the side of the boat.
Without the anxiety and uneasiness from last time, the surrounding autumn scenery became poetic and picturesque.
"Miss Mey," a reverent voice came from behind her, "Your performance of the Witch's Diary, was it really written by His Royal Highness himself for you?"
Mey turned around and saw a group of actresses gathering around her. The one in the lead was nervously looking at her, she remembered that her name seemed to be Swallow.
"Aha, sorry," Irene waved at her from the bow of the boat and said loudly with a smile, "I can't answer their question, so I had to let them ask you."
"This idiot!" Mey secretly rolled her eyes. If it was before, she would have just sneered at them. Probably because she had been with Irene for a long time, her patience had unexpectedly grown. "It wasn't written by His Royal Highness for me, but by the Minister of Education of City Hall, Lady Scroll, for the witches."
"Uh, is that so?" Swallow blinked her eyes, "When you argued with Bella, we all thought it was true."
"Written by His Royal Highness himself" and "Written by His Royal Highness himself for me", the difference between the two was like heaven and earth. In the end, how did these people hear the first half of the sentence as the second half? "But the writing of the script and the performance of the play have been approved by His Royal Highness, so Bella laughing at the script is indeed equivalent to laughing at His Royal Highness himself. I didn't lie to her about this. "
"Have you seen His Royal Highness?"
"I heard that he has the signature long gray hair of the royal family, and that he is extraordinarily handsome, is that true?"
"I also heard that he has a romantic nature and has many lovers."
"Hey, it's true."
"" Looking at this group of lively little girls, Mey could not help but frown. Damn it, I shouldn't have responded to their curiosity.
"Alright, don't bother Miss Mey," Rosia stepped forward and shooed them away, showing an apologetic look towards Mey.
"It doesn't matter." She shrugged and continued to enjoy the scenery along the coast. "After all, I brought this trouble upon myself."
"I don't understand," Rosia said, scratching her head. "Why did you take them with you when you left? Out of thirty-five of them, only two of them have ever gone on stage, while the other twenty-six haven't even finished all of their drama classes. According to what you said before, they can't even be considered as fledglings, they are still in their eggshells and haven't hatched yet. Even if the Lord doesn't have high requirements for drama, I'm afraid it will still be difficult for His Royal Highness to accept them. If you want to take revenge on Bella, you should also rope in the experienced supporting actors. "
"I don't plan on having all of them act."
"Ah?" The other party was stunned.
"They can all understand the script, right?" Mey smiled. "Although they are still a long way from performing on stage, they can at least read and write. Haven't you noticed that His Royal Highness is currently in need of such talents? " She paused for a moment, "Do you think that His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon really wants us to perform because of his love for drama?"
"This …"
"If it's Lord Pérot, then the answer must be yes. Before he took over Longsong Stronghold, he already had the habit of visiting the theater once a week. But for His Royal Highness Roland, except for the first performance of the new play, he won't appear in the town square. Therefore, his promotion of drama is not because of his own preferences, but because he intends to use drama to promote his views to the public. " Mey continued, "Compared to the initial emphasis on resistance to oppression and that witches are not evil, the new script, Dawn, and the new city have moved closer to the goal of recruiting people and making a fortune through hard work. I'm just following his wishes and doing my best."
"So, so that's how it is, I never thought about this," Rosia said, speechless.
"Pondering over a script, in addition to thinking about the role, you also have to try your best to understand the meaning of the whole story. This is also the quality that an excellent actor must have."
"Yes, thank you for your guidance," she bowed and said.
"Don't worry," Mey raised the corner of her mouth, "If you don't want to act, you can also find a good job in Border Town. Maybe you can even enter the City Hall and become an administrative officer. After all, His Royal Highness doesn't care about identity, nor does he care about family background. This road is much easier than being an actor. "
After the ship arrived in Border Town, Mey saw Filin Eltek standing at the dock to welcome them.
Of course, he came for Irene.
Seeing the girl rushing into his arms, she sighed softly.
"Isn't that man The Light Of Dawn?"
"So he wasn't sentenced to exile by His Royal Highness."
"The First Knight of the Western Region, that's great," Swallow said enviously, "I thought he would be with the Star of the Theater …"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mey's cold voice made everyone immediately shut up, "Quickly take your luggage and get off the ship. Gate and Rosia will take you to the City Hall to register your identity. As for the rest, just listen to their arrangements."
"Yes," everyone replied respectfully.
Walking down the dock, Filin came over with his wife and greeted her with a hand on his chest, "Miss Mey, Irene just told me about the conflict in the theater. Thank you for taking care of her."
"You don't have to thank me," Mey said disapprovingly, "They seemed to be looking for trouble with her, but in fact, they came for me."
"Even so, I still want to thank you," the Knight laughed heartily, "If it weren't for you, she would have cried on the spot."
After the two left, Mey curled her lips, carried her luggage alone, and walked to the residential area.
Although she had let go of this feeling, seeing this scene still made her feel a little emotional. Moreover, the familiar figure did not appear, but in the letter he vowed to give her a surprise.
Well, after all, he is an important person around His Royal Highness, and it is impossible for him to act as he pleased like the Light Of Dawn.
Back home, Mey put down her luggage, and a long-lost sense of relaxation came over her. She took a long breath, took out the white wine from the cupboard, and was about to drink a cup, when someone knocked on the door.
Opening the door, she saw Carter Lannis standing outside.
"I didn't expect you to arrive half an hour early," he wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I heard that the ship from Longsong Stronghold had arrived, so I rushed over from the barracks."
She did not know why, although she did not see him at the dock, and obviously did not receive her, seeing his appearance made Mey's mood instantly happy, "Do you want to have a drink?"
"No, I have a task in the afternoon," Carter waved his hand.
"Well," she nodded, "His Royal Highness's task is more important."
"I came to give you a gift," the Chief Knight took out a small white wooden box from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Is this the latest product from the Convenience Market?" Mey curiously took the wooden box, opened the lid, and saw a yellow ring quietly standing at the bottom of the box. The top of the ring was inlaid with a bright transparent gem, reflecting the autumn sunlight through the window with a colorful light.
There was no doubt that this ring was very expensive, and was unlikely to be sold in the Convenience Market. Moreover, a noble giving a ring meant that she could not help but cover her mouth.
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