Not long after leaving the square, Mey heard a series of subtle footsteps behind her.
"Mrs. Lannis, please wait for me, Mrs. Lannis!"
It took her a while to realize that someone was calling her. She turned around and saw a girl about 17 or 18 years old running towards her.
The girl had two braids and her face was red from the cold wind. However, her cotton-padded clothes and leather boots were brand new, and the material and workmanship were very solid. Two years ago, she would have thought that she was a lady from a rich family. But now, there were more and more people who could afford new clothes, and one could no longer be judged by appearance alone.
The girl ran to her side, took a few breaths, and handed one of the two salted fish in her hand to her.
"Mrs. Lannis, this is my thank you gift. Please accept it."
Mey could not help but be surprised. "Thank you gift?"
"I've wanted to meet you for a long time. If my father saw your play, he would definitely be very pleased!"
"But I don't know you, and I don't know your father... Can you tell me what happened from the beginning?"
It took the Star of the Western Region half an hour to roughly understand the whole story.
The girl's name was Jasmine. After walking out of the Convenience Market, Jasmine happened to recognize her from behind. Giving her the fish was just a temporary gesture to express her gratitude.
Jasmine's father, a soldier of the First Army, was unfortunately killed in the battle with the church, leaving only her and her mother behind. The generous pension from the City Hall and the preferential recruitment policy allowed them to live without worrying about their lives, but the death of her father still made Molly sad for a long time. It was not until the new play "A Hero's Life" was staged that she pulled herself together.
In the play, all those who sacrificed their lives to protect their families and the kingdom were given the title of hero by His Majesty.
"My mother said that he used to be an ordinary hunter. She didn't expect that he would receive such an honor after his death. So, if I have the chance to meet you, she asked me to thank you properly." Jasmine bowed deeply to Mey. "Now everyone calls me the daughter of a hero, which makes me feel that my father actually hasn't left me. If it weren't for the fact that the First Army doesn't recruit women, I would also want to pick up a gun and fight against those enemies with bad intentions. "
"…" Mey was silent for a moment before asking softly, "But there is a possibility of sacrifice in battle. Aren't you afraid?"
Jasmine first nodded, then shook her head, "In the past, every winter, we would have to move our whole family to Longsong Stronghold. Many people would die on the road and then be thrown into the Redwater River. Every time we heard a splash, it meant that a person had died. In the slums, there were even more deaths. After a heavy snowfall, frozen corpses could be seen everywhere on the streets. At that time, I was so scared that I would be the next one if I closed my eyes. "
"It's precisely because I don't want to return to that state that I need someone to stand up and fight for a new life," she said word by word.
It was a line from a play.
In that instant, Mey felt something soft in her heart being touched.
She reached out and stroked the girl's hair. "Even if I have to give up everything?"
When the narrator in the play asked this question, Mey vaguely remembered that the whole square was silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the hero to answer.
At this moment, Jasmine's answer was as powerful as a "hero" in a drama. "Because it is worth it."
"I accept your gift of thanks."
"Take care, Mrs. Lannis!" The girl waved her hand cheerfully, turned around and ran away to another street.
Mey looked at the heavy salted fish in her hand and recalled the scene when she asked Kajen Fels for advice when she performed at the Grand Theater in the old king's city.
"What is the best play? "
"To focus the audience's attention firmly on you, to think that you are the person in the play, that they are not watching the play, but your life — to be able to do this is the most outstanding performance. "
For this reason, she practiced her acting skills hard, pondered the mood and expression of the character, and devoted herself to the story of the play. Every detail had to be impeccable. Her efforts finally paid off. At the age of 25, she became a well-known actress and gained a foothold in the king's city as a native of the Western Region. At the peak of her popularity, even the famous plays of the Grand Theater in the king's city could not overshadow her.
But now, Mey's thoughts had changed.
Was her performance perfect during the performance of "A Hero's Life"? Not really. His Majesty's script was written too quickly. It took two or three weeks to rehearse and one week to memorize the lines. Most of the time, the crew made improvements as they performed. For example, when she played the role of the hero's wife, she had problems with missing words and using the wrong expressions. Not to mention that this story was not a love story that she was familiar with. Many things had to be figured out again, so it was not perfect at all.
But was the play not well received?
Judging from the applause from the audience, "A Hero's Life" was definitely not much worse than "A Prince's Search for Love". When the protagonist said, "Because it is worth it," the audience burst out in response and almost scattered the snow on the Impassable Mountain Range.
"Maybe this is the best performance..." She thought. She would never see such a scene in the Grand Theater in the king's city. The nobles might shed tears or applaud for the characters in the play, but they were always watching her, an outsider's life. But here, the audience saw themselves. Through the play, people saw the future they wanted.
...
Back at her residence, Mey unexpectedly saw Irene and The Light Of Dawn.
"Ah … May, you've come back just in time," Irene jumped up from her seat and held her shoulders, "We've just asked Sir Carter to help us reserve a good seat, you should also come with us when the time comes."
"Where?"
What was wrong with her today? She didn't understand what people were talking about. She rolled her eyes, slapped Irene's hand away, and put the Bird Beak Mushrooms and salted fish into the kitchen.
"An artillery drill," Irene shouted behind her. "I heard it's the largest one since the establishment of the First Army. There's already a long queue in front of the City hall. Aren't you interested?"
"Not interested." Mey shrugged. "If you have the time, you might as well read the script a few more times."
"Just think of it as accompanying me … okay …?"
This girl was really clingy, but she couldn't find the energy to scold her. Unlike others, Irene's friendliness came from the bottom of her heart, which she had already experienced in the Longsong Theater.
Mey was going to refuse, but she didn't know why she slowly swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. Indeed, she didn't like things related to fighting at all, but sometimes fighting was not all bad and unbearable. If she went to have a look, she might be able to experience the real feelings of a soldier, so that she could be more involved in the next performance.
Of course, it was definitely not because of Irene's soft pleading.
"I know." After a moment of hesitation, Mey sighed. "If you insist."
"Haha, really? That's great! "
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