Angor was still in a daze when he left Lady Mirror's room.
The surprise Lady Mirror was looking for was too … sensual.
Not long ago, he was telling Lady Mirror that "texture" was more important than "sensuality".
But now, Lady Mirror had personally told him that she wanted both texture and sensuality. He had to have both, or she would refuse to accept him.
About an hour ago …
"Now, let's talk about the surprise I want," Lady Mirror said in a mysterious tone.
Angor nodded seriously and waited for Lady Mirror to tell him what she wanted.
Angor leaned closer and whispered into Lady Mirror's ear, "Have you heard of 'Phantom of Feast'?"
"Phantom of Feast?" Angor was puzzled. "Is that a wizard's name?"
"Of course not." Lady Mirror shook her head and gave Angor a sympathetic look. "You're old enough to fall in love. How come you haven't seen the play before?"
Fall in love? What the hell? Angor suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
"You haven't been to Midnight Sovereign, have you?" Lady Mirror asked.
Midnight Sovereign was the capital city of Darkivil Empire, where Twilight Well was located.
"Um, I haven't. But I'll go there this afternoon." Angor nodded.
"This afternoon? Oh, right. Twilight Well's mid-year auction is coming soon, right? When you go to Midnight Sovereign, you can go to the Mei Xiang Theater and watch it, "Lady Mirror said.
"Enchanting Theater? Sounds like a theater. So, Lady Mirror, you mean 'Phantom of Feast' is an opera? "Angor asked.
Lady Mirror nodded. "Yes. It's an opera. Here, I have a picture of the opera from its heyday. Take a look. "
Lady Mirror took out a transparent, square-shaped crystal from a corner of the room.
"This is a transmitter made by Floating Mech City. It's much more human-like than a crystal ball. You're an alchemist, right? Next time you see Rhine, remember to tell him to change the style of his crystal ball. I've been looking at it for tens of thousands of years. I'm tired of it. "Lady Mirror complained as she used her magic to operate the communicator.
The "Rein kid" mentioned by Lady Mirror had to be one of the few important figures in the southern region, Rein Mute, the Silencer.
He listened to Lady Mirror's complaints in silence. Lady Mirror was old enough to call Mister Rein "kid" and trade with him whenever she wanted. But he was just a nobody in the wizarding world. He did not dare to do anything in front of Mister Rein. More importantly, he remembered meeting Mister Rein in Sunders' mansion on Phantom Island not long ago. Inside Mister Rein's natural silencing domain, he could not even speak, let alone do anything else.
Lady Mirror quickly adjusted several images and showed them to Angor.
The square-shaped images gave Angor a sense of familiarity. His hologram tablet's screen was also square-shaped.
The feeling only lasted for a split second. But when he looked at the images in the frame, all he could think of was: ridiculous, absurd, and unsightly.
The first image showed a brown-haired woman wearing a luxurious, tight-waisted, puffy dress. She was dancing in the middle of a feast, surrounded by nobles in formal attire.
There was nothing special about the first image. Based on his experience as a noble, Angor could tell that the woman's hair was tied up in a bun, and her clothes were quite conservative. She must be the wife of a noble, or perhaps a noble himself.
But when he saw the second image, his face reddened. "This … this … this …"
Lady Mirror chuckled. "What do you think? Are you still in love? "
Angor blushed again and did not answer.
That noble lady, in the second image, had completely transformed into a thirsty woman. Half of her tutu skirt had been taken off, and her upper body was completely naked, revealing her fair twin peaks. A handsome man who was also half-naked was holding the woman's waist, burying his head in her chest, and licking her smooth skin with his tongue.
Behind the images, other nobles had taken off their clothes as well. Almost all of them were handsome men with strong bodies.
"Ah, I almost forgot. What's the point of talking about Phantom of Feast, Lady Mirror?" Angor looked away from Lady Mirror.
Lady Mirror snickered. "Aren't you going to read the rest? There's another one. That's the most interesting one. "
Angor nodded stiffly and turned to the last image.
The content was just as Angor expected. What would happen between a group of men and a woman? The rest of the text was completely indescribable.
An adult drama like this was going to be played in a theater? And the main character was a traditional noble?
Angor did not deny that there were many nobles who had unspeakable private lives. However, no matter how crazy a noble was in private, there were two things that they had to protect: their reputation and their foundation.
Foundation was the reason why nobles were called nobles. "Reputation" was something that traditional nobles cared about the most. Angor remembered a viscount near Waterford whose coachman and gardener were secretly in love with each other. The two were caught having a private date, and their relationship was made public. Both of them were of low status, so their relationship did not attract much attention. However, one could never be too careful. To save his reputation, the viscount banished both of them and their families from his territory.
Such a small matter showed how much nobles cared about their reputation.
But this particular drama had a noble as the main character, and it showed the "public promiscuity that traditional nobles would never commit". It was a total slap to the nobles' face. Angor was confused. Could such a drama really be played in a theater?
Angor remained silent.
Lady Mirror answered Angor's question, "I brought it up because I think this Phantom Feast is quite creative."
Creative?! Are you kidding me? If Lady Mirror wasn't standing in front of him, Angor would have already started talking about the rules of nobles.
"The surprise I want is to use Phantom of Feast as an opera. You can make me an alchemy item that combines illusion and music with the same method you used to make Journey in the Sky. Can you do it?" Lady Mirror sounded like she was asking, but she also sounded a little threatening, which made it impossible for Angor to refuse.
Angor felt a little awkward. His bad feeling came true.
Of course, he could do it, but …
Angor took a deep breath and tried his best to put up a weak resistance. "Lady Mirror, I can do it … but I've never made anything like this before —"
"Didn't I tell you to go? You're going to Midnight Sovereign anyway, so you might as well check it out so that you don't know where the girl is going in the future. "
Angor blushed. "But I don't have any experience. The illusions I create might not be as realistic as they seem." "Oh, right." Sunders shook his head, "But I don't have any experience.
Lady Mirror touched Angor's cheek and praised his smooth skin. "Who told you that? I don't want those dirty illusions. I want something like 'Journey in the Sky', something with a story and texture."
Angor didn't know what to say. What kind of "texture" was that?
Lady Mirror shook her head. "The story of 'Phantom Feast' is weak, but you need to draw inferences from it. I didn't ask you to make a music box for 'Phantom Feast'. For example, you can add some handsome men on the floating island just now, or create a musical illusion of a queen ascending to the throne. A queen is surrounded by handsome men. Or, create a sad music to express the feelings of a handsome man who can't get what he wants … "
Angor understood what Lady Mirror meant. She wanted both sensuality and texture.
The so-called carnal desire was to have a lot of beautiful naked men. Texture meant elegance without filth.
The two were in conflict! How could they be combined together?! Angor didn't know what to do.
"How about … the illusion of Sky City? Um … I'll add some people to the island?"
Lady Mirror considered. "Sky City's music isn't suitable for what I'm looking for."
So you know it's not suitable? Then why did you bring it up?
Lady Mirror waved a hand. "Just do whatever you want. Show me when you're done. If I don't like it, I'll do it again. We have plenty of time anyway. When I'm satisfied with your work, I'll consider you repaid. "
After a pause, Lady Mirror seemed to feel that it was a bit unkind of her to blackmail a young man. She said, "When the time comes, I'll give you another opportunity as a reward."
Lady Mirror waited for Angor's reply.
Angor couldn't refuse at this point. He could only nod helplessly.
Angor tried to think of a way to satisfy Lady Mirror's two extreme demands. Then, he asked something that he regretted for half a month. "Can I use real people to create characters in the illusion?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt Mirror Lady's entire body coming alive.
Lady Mirror laughed. "I wasn't wrong about you. You really are creative!"
Creative?! Angor didn't know what to say. Creative?
Lady Mirror suddenly moved closer to Angor. "Have you seen your professor's … naked body?"
Angor's eyes widened. He finally realized that he made a huge mistake. How could he say "real person"? He was digging a hole for himself!
Angor quickly shook his head and waved a hand. "No!"
"Tsk. That's a shame." Lady Mirror looked regretful. "If you don't have a naked body, then forget it. Clothes will do too. I'm sure you can create a real one. After all, you're his student. "
"Can I get someone else?" Angor hesitated.
"Sure. How about you put yourself in it? I like your style too. Especially that swept-back hairstyle today. So cool. " Lady Mirror covered her mouth and giggled. "You know your own body. So don't make me look like you with clothes on."
"Lady Mirror, let's talk about how to make Professor Sunders more realistic." Angor cleared his throat. "I'm sure he won't mind."
She controlled a wooden basket with her mana and placed it in front of Angor.
There were dozens of pieces of sandpaper rolled into cylindrical shapes inside.
"This is the portrait Polisa gave me. Take a look."
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