The simple play that was filmed in the square of Saint Sunil was being played on Gwen's desk for the second time.
Amber blinked as he watched the comical play projected on the crystal. His Amber eyes were filled with interest.
Throughout the entire play, for more than ten minutes, Gwen did not say a single word. However, his eyes never left the magical device on the desk.
The silence of the emperor and the solemn atmosphere made the young playwright from Bablon extremely nervous. He had already stopped telling his story and was waiting anxiously in silence. It was as if he was not showing off his proud creation but waiting for a trial.
Only now did Gawain's turbulent thoughts gradually calm down.
This was a movie that had been moved to the magic network terminal. It was the prototype of a movie. It was something that he had once thought of but had yet to realize.
What did the establishment of the magic network broadcast system mean? Perhaps no scholar or philosopher in the current era would be able to accurately calculate and summarize all the meanings it represented. Even Gwen himself could only say that it would change the entire world. However, there was one thing that was without a doubt. The magic network broadcast was a carrier that could rapidly spread a huge amount of information. Its function was not as simple as daily communication, the government office releasing information, and the advertisements of big merchants.
It could take on the responsibility of the spiritual needs of the new era. When the people of Cecil had enough to eat, when the basic ability to read and write was no longer the privilege of nobles and merchants, when people were no longer satisfied with basic survival and monotonous entertainment, they would definitely pursue something more advanced.
As someone who had experienced it, Gwen knew the significance of this' spiritual need '.
However, a person's energy was limited, and Gwen was no exception. The projects that the government office could promote at the same time were also limited. Ever since the magic network broadcast appeared, it had been developing rapidly. There were already a few extremely popular programs and some entertainment content broadcast. However, something like a movie had yet to appear. It was still in Gwen's mind. It was a plan that he had not had the time to prepare in detail. However, before Gwen started to act, a young man from the north had already thought of it.
"You came up with this idea?" Gwen finally broke the silence. He looked at the blond young man named Firm and asked, "Inspired by the holographic projection of the coronation ceremony?"
"Yes … Yes, Your Majesty." Firm hurriedly lowered his head and replied, "Those magic projections surprised me … I've only seen simple illusions created by illusionists on the stage. The nobles like to use magic to decorate their favorite plays, but there has never been anything like the magic network terminal that can create such a large-scale, long-lasting, and extraordinarily stable image. I also heard that it can record images, so … I had some ideas..."
"This is an idea of infinite value … Curt didn't let me miss out on this treasure," Gawain sighed from the bottom of his heart as he glanced at the play in the air again.
The skit with a simple plot was still playing. As a prototype of a movie, it was actually very primitive in Gawain's eyes. It still retained a lot of theatrical performance features, such as overly complicated chants, unrealistic character costumes, and exaggerated physical performances. Although he could see that the actors on the screen were working hard and had solid stage skills, Gawain could still see that they were not used to the performance environment under the "camera equipment". They were very stiff, and there was nervousness that professional actors should not have. All of this greatly affected the quality of the clip.
At best, it could only be said to be a draft for demonstration.
However, Amber, who was next to him, stared at the screen intently. Even though she had watched it two or three times, she still looked very interested.
Amber's reaction could perhaps represent the reaction of most ordinary people when they saw these plays. Plays had always been the monopoly of the upper class citizens and the nobles. The performances that ordinary people could come into contact with on a daily basis were at most the bad rap of the bards and the vaudeville farce during the festival. Even though the magic network terminals, newspapers, magazines, and the like were constantly filling the boring spiritual life of ordinary people, in the field of the 'stage', interesting plays with plots were still what everyone lacked the most.
Even if it was a simple farce, it should be very interesting for those who had never been to the theater.
But Gwen would not be satisfied with such things.
"Do you have a good script?" He looked at Firm and asked gently.
"I … I'm not a real playwright yet. I'm not qualified to write my own script," Firm said nervously. "I just cut and adapted a part of my father's play. But I'm trying to write some of my own stories … "
Firm nervously said that he had tried to write a story in private, but as soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it. He was really out of his mind. Why did he show off his immature and ridiculous story in front of His Majesty? What if His Majesty asked him to take out those stories? What if those stories angered His Majesty?
Visible beads of sweat appeared on Firm's forehead. Rebecca immediately noticed it and quickly ran to open the window. The cold winter wind whistled into the room. The next second, the window was closed again with a casual wave of Gwen's hand.
"Go read a book." Gwen glanced at Rebecca and then at Firm. He said what Firm did not want to hear at the moment. "Let me see what you've written."
Firm's body swayed. He felt as if he was falling backwards, but there was a hand holding his waist.
Fendill's voice came into his ears. "My friend, your stories are very interesting."
At this moment, Firm did not care about Fendill's identity. After all, he could only look up to everyone here. He simply threw caution to the wind and regained some courage from Fendill's encouragement. He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and took out a slightly worn notebook.
"Your Majesty … this is the story I wrote." He handed over the notebook. "It's still very immature. If the content is overstepping your bounds, please forgive me …"
"It's okay. It's just a story," Gwen said casually. He took Firm's notebook and flipped through it.
The first part of the notebook was a messy and intermittent account. The content could not avoid elements such as Knight, the princess, God, Extraordinaries, and so on. Although some of the young man's novel ideas could be seen, in fact, it was just a revision on the basis of the predecessors. However, part of the latter part caught Gwen's attention.
"Is this … your experience on the Highlander?" He raised his eyelids and pointed to the last few pages of the notebook.
"Err … actually … not all of it." Firm tried to organize his words. "I saw some of it on the mechanical ship, but the stories behind the passengers, their background before departure, and their various experiences after arriving in the Southern Territory were all exaggerated and imaginary, especially the paragraph describing the passengers after they arrived in the Southern Territory … It was all in my imagination. After all, we were separated after we came ashore. I could only guess what those people would experience based on what I saw and heard."
As Firm spoke, he could not help but feel ashamed. He knew that his' vulgar 'story about the immigrants' life on the ship was quite unpresentable in such an occasion. There was no noble Knight, no heroic battle, no wise admonition from the gods and sages, not even a hero's monologue and narration poem. Such things were crude enough to be performed on the street stage of the Harvest Festival, let alone in the Imperial Palace …
However, he saw His Majesty in front of him nodding with a smile. "It's a little interesting …"
Gawain closed the notebook and glanced at Firm, who was somewhat stunned.
"Very few playwrights would write something so 'practical' and 'logical'. Very few would focus on an interesting story instead of an elegant hero's mask. Besides, you've also deleted the voice-over poems and formulaic monologues that are completely useless to the plot … Does this story have a name?"
Firm was still in a daze. He said almost without thinking, "Let's call it 'To the South' …"
Gwen froze for a moment and could not help but laugh. "… It's really a simple and straightforward name. It's also a little interesting."
Firm immediately lowered his head. "Your Majesty, I'm ashamed …"
"No, don't be ashamed. The name is very good, and so is the story, although it's not a script yet." Gwen shook his head and looked into Firm's eyes. "You've recorded a magic movie with the magic Net terminal. Have you noticed the difference between the performance under the Photographic Crystal and the performance on the stage?"
Firm did not expect that His Majesty would suddenly ask him such a detailed and professional question, but he had indeed noticed some situations in that regard, so he hurriedly replied, "The traditional stage is open and fixed. The actors and the scenery are directly presented in front of everyone, but the magic network terminal is like an 'eye'. Its' stage 'depends on its' range of vision '…"
Gawain didn't stop there. He continued asking questions.
"Have you thought about how to change the scene under the Photographic Crystal?"
"Have you thought about the difference between the script format for a magic movie and the script format for a stage play?"
"The rhythm of a magic movie is different from that of a stage play. Have you noticed this?"
"Under the Photographic Crystal, illusion magic can produce better effects than on the stage. Do you have any ideas in this regard?"
"Let's conceive a story, which will be presented in the form of a magic movie …"
Gwen threw out his questions one after another. He was already in high spirits. The emergence of new things made him feel the excitement of the era advancing before his eyes again. His conversation with Firm was getting deeper and broader. Soon, the topic had reached a level that almost no one could understand. Even Rebecca was stunned.
She could not help but come to Amber and carefully poked her arm. "Hey, hey, what are you talking about?"
"How would I know?" Amber pursed her lips. "Let me tell you, once he suddenly talks to someone about a lot of topics that you can't understand, you'd better not listen too hard, or you'll definitely have a headache. I'm very experienced …"
"… Wow."
Erawen, who hadn't said a word since he entered the room, was now just as confused as Rebecca and Amber. Fendill, who was standing behind Phelm, on the other hand, was able to vaguely understand a few things due to the fact that she had often discussed with Phelm about magic movies on the journey.
Therefore, he soon had the same strange idea as Firm.
When faced with such a brand-new thing, His Majesty Gwen could extend the topic to such detail, such specificity, and even extend it to the future development of such a thing. It was as if he had thought of this thing long ago and even foresaw its future!
Beads of sweat appeared on Firm's forehead again. The questions raised by Gwen were not so easy for him to answer. Even if he was the inventor of the magic movie movie movie, he had not thought about so many things and did not have time to discover so many problems. After answering a lot of questions with difficulty, and after Gwen gave him some time to catch his breath, the young man from Bablon could not help but muster up the courage to ask hesitantly, "Your Majesty, did you … actually think of the magic movie movie movie long ago?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. After all, it was said that Gwen Cecil was the one who first proposed the magic network broadcast.
Gwen immediately reacted after hearing Firm's words.
He might have asked too many questions and said too much.
There were so many of them that the interesting young man in front of him started to doubt his life.
"No, I'm just good at discovering new things." Gawain laughed and shook his head. His eyes fell on the young man from Bablon. "Mr. Firm, it's true that you're the creator of the magic movie. Don't doubt it."
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