What do you think of the story?
While the list of actors was still rolling in the holographic projection on the stage, Count Bahrain lowered his head and seriously thought about how to answer Duchess Victoria's question.
The Duchess seemed to like this new play called the "magic movie," or rather … she was interested in something it showed.
But after a few seconds of consideration, Count Bahrain gave up the idea of flattering or agreeing with Lucien. He frankly expressed his feelings. "It's a brand new thing. In terms of presentation, it's very novel. But speaking of the story … I don't really 'appreciate' it, and I don't really resonate with the characters in the play."
This was the most direct thought of a noble who had enjoyed many plays after seeing the magic movie for the first time.
"But even so, it's still an amazing thing," Count Bahrain said after a second's pause. "Not only because the person who made it thought of putting the 'play' on the magic network terminal projection, but also because of its script … I don't know who wrote such a script, but it can't be a famous playwright. They can't write such a thing."
"The script …" Victoria Wilde said softly thoughtfully. Her eyes fell on the large holographic projection on the stage. The projection had finished showing the list of actors, and the names of the producers were emerging. The first one was the person who wrote the script. "Firm … is indeed not a famous playwright."
As soon as her voice trailed off, Firm's name had disappeared. The name that appeared next made the Duchess' eyes change slightly.
Fendill Wilde, followed by the name of Erawen Franklin.
"This …" Count Bahrain, who was next to her, also happened to see the name. His expression suddenly changed. He looked at the Duchess, somewhat at a loss. "Maybe it's …"
He wanted to say that it was the same name, but he knew it was impossible. It was fine if it was the same name, but how could it be the same surname? There was no such thing as repeating the surname of the Duke Protector!
Victoria sat there with no expression on her face. Her eyes slowly turned to the side of the hall. Obviously, she had sensed some familiar magic power, but she did not expect a name to appear on the holographic projection on the stage.
After a few seconds of unbearable silence and chill, the Guardian of the North suddenly stood up and walked to a small door on the right side of the hall.
And in the huge theater, the applause was still going on …
…
Hearing the sound from the hall next door, Firm, who had been nervous for more than two hours, finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. This blonde young man from the north felt his heart slowly falling down. After more than ten seconds, he murmured to himself, "Finally … I can give father an explanation."
"You can also give an explanation to your 'Mountain Ridge Flower'." Fendill could not help but smile as he patted Firm's shoulder. "This is a glorious achievement. It's worth bragging about, no matter who it is."
Firm blushed and said cautiously, "I …"
Fendill couldn't help but laugh. "Don't be so nervous, my friend. The pursuit of love is something to be proud of."
It was obvious that the heir of the North Region was in a particularly good mood at the moment. Anyone who reaped a fruitful result after a long time of hard work would be like this, even if he was a well-educated son who was destined to inherit the title of Duke of the North Region. This happy mood even made him forget the inexplicable nervousness and premonition that had shrouded his heart not long ago, leaving him with only unadulterated happiness.
Gawain, on the other hand, retracted his gaze from a small window that allowed him to see the scene inside the theater. He was also in a good mood, and compared to Firm and the others, his good mood was mixed with more thoughts.
The magic movie was a great success, and the brand-new form of spiritual entertainment proved to be very popular. The follow-up effects and development prospects of the movie were worth looking forward to. All this was within Roland's expectations.
Compared to the influence of "Immigration", the more valuable thing that the government office and the producers of the magic movie gained was actually experience. With a successful experience as a reference, Gwen's subsequent plans could be smoothly implemented.
The first plan was to produce more magic movies that could show Cecil's life, Cecil's way of thinking, and the era of the magic technology industry. On the one hand, it was to promote the movie domestically; on the other hand, it was to find a way to infiltrate Typhon. With the help of the newly signed trade contract, the businessmen would open the magic movie theater in Oldenheim.
The second plan was still a vague and general idea. It was mostly related to promoting the new Church of Holy Light and "modifying" the old faith.
The applause was still coming. It seemed that many people were still unwilling to leave the projection hall. They were still immersed in the novel experience and the story that moved them. After today, "Immigration" might become a hot topic in Cecil City and even the entire Southern Territory for a long time. It would give birth to a series of new terms, new jobs, and new concepts.
Gwen was brewing those long-term plans in his mind. Suddenly, he felt that someone was looking at him.
Following the feeling, he saw Amber's bright eyes.
"What's wrong?" Gwen looked down at himself. "Is there something on me?"
"Relax your mind once in a while. Don't spend all your energy on planning," Amber said seriously, although the latter half of her sentence still made Roland want to slap her on the wall. "You have to plan for ten years to watch a movie. Aren't you afraid that you'll die of exhaustion in this life?"
Gwen was slightly startled. He could not help but feel a little helpless and self-deprecating.
He was actually taught a lesson by the half-elf, and he was not angry at all.
He had indeed planned too much. He had even turned planning into instinct and attributed everything to calculation.
While hundreds of people could calm down and enjoy a story, he was only thinking about how many Typhon people this story could turn into "loyalists" who yearned for Cecil. He was calculating how much value this new thing could produce and what it could be used for.
But that was exactly what he had to do, and what he had to do. When he decided to create a new Order, he was destined to lose the right to enjoy certain things in the new Order.
But fortunately, with the blabbermouth Amber's reminder, he could still reawaken himself. He must not forget the most fundamental meaning behind the birth of these new things.
"It's indeed a good show. It's worth calming down and enjoying." Gawain finally let out a sigh of relief. The slightly serious expression on his face was quickly replaced by a relaxed smile. He first smiled and glanced at Hu Po, then looked at the door of the surveillance room. "Also, we have guests."
As soon as his voice trailed off, there was a knock on the door.
Amber, Firm, and the others immediately looked curiously at the iron door. Fendill, who was laughing and joking with her friends, also turned around with a bright face. Her tone rose. "Oh, visitor, let me see who's the interesting friend … friend …"
A staff member stepped forward and opened the door. Duchess Victoria Werde and several nobles and attendants in civilian clothes appeared at the door.
Fendill's bright smile instantly stiffened as if she had encountered a 'cold disaster'. The following words were squeezed out from her bronchial trachea. "Aunt … Aunt …"
Duchess Victoria did not seem to notice the nephew she had raised. Instead, she walked up to Gawain and saluted him with impeccable etiquette. "My respects to you, Your Majesty. I'm sorry to appear before you in such an inconsiderate situation."
"It's okay. I already knew you were here." Gwen sat on the chair and nodded with a smile. He also responded to the salutes of the others. "I just didn't expect you to come to watch the first 'Magic Movie'. I think it should be a coincidence."
"It is indeed a coincidence." Victoria's always cold face showed a slight smile. Then her eyes fell on Fendill and became cold again. "Fendill, is it also a coincidence that you're here?"
"I …" Fendill's stiff smile had just eased, but his expression became stiff again. This northern young man who always smiled brightly obviously could not smile in front of Victoria. He looked around and glanced at Gwen. Finally, he organized his words. "I'm here with His Majesty to inspect this …"
"Ahem, ahem." Count Bahrain, who was standing not far away, could not help but remind him. "Marquis Fendill, there is a list at the end …"
Fendill was speechless.
"It's a good idea to show the list of all the actors and production staff at the end. It's very suitable for the characteristics of the magic projection. There has never been such a segment in the previous old-style plays," Victoria said expressionlessly. "Who came up with the idea?"
Fendill said, "… It's me, aunt."
"In the last letter, you said that you have entered the Imperial College and are devoting all your energy to studying. You also made some achievements with your talent …" Victoria looked into Fendill's eyes and said slowly, "So … you're actually studying how to make a play with others?"
Gwen did not speak. He just sat there quietly with a smile on his face. He expressed his wish to continue with his actions. His smile was very pleasant.
Amber even took out some melon seeds from her small bag.
Fendill also noticed that His Majesty the Emperor and the head of the Intelligence Bureau were obviously happy to watch the play. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Fendill, who knew that the duchess did not have much patience, finally made up her mind and broke the silence. "Auntie, I have indeed done something that was not mentioned in the letter. Making a play may not be appropriate for a noble, but in my opinion, it is a very meaningful thing to do, especially in this place where there are so many new things everywhere. In this place where there is a new order, some old ideas must be …" Fendill said to Fendill.
Victoria did not wait for Fendill to finish his words. She interrupted him with a cold and indifferent tone. "Did I say that you did not do well?"
Fendill was stunned. "… Huh?"
Victoria's icy blue eyes did not contain any emotion. "I'm just making sure that you're really involved in this new play. The people of the Wilde family need to be honest."
Gwen turned his head slightly and whispered to Amber, who was eating melon seeds. "I thought she doesn't know how to joke and tease people."
"Actually, the more expressionless a person is, the better they are when it comes to jokes and teasing people," Amber muttered in response. "You can't tell from the changes in their expressions when they're joking with you."
Gwen thought for a moment and felt that Amber's words were quite reasonable. He then clapped his hands and smiled to relieve some of the awkwardness. "Victoria, you don't have to be so strict with the younger generation. It's good for young people to try more things. As long as they don't overdo it, they should be encouraged straightforwardly."
Victoria withdrew her gaze from Fendill and bowed slightly in front of Gwen. "Yes, Your Majesty."
At this moment, there was a clear sound of breathing not far away.
The person who was breathing heavily was Firm, who was standing behind Fendill.
The young man from a small town in the north, who was born in a civilian family, almost suffocated in the tense atmosphere just now.
"Let me introduce you." Gwen stood up with a smile and did not put on any airs. "This is Mr. Firm, who created the wonderful magic movie. His career has been fully supported by the royal family.
"This is Duchess Victoria Wilde, one of the Great Governors whom I deeply trust, the Protector of the Northern Region.
"The rest of you … introduce yourselves."
Count Bahrain and others were surprised by Firm's young age and were looking at him carefully. At this moment, when they heard Gwen's words, they did not care about the so-called rules and decorum of the nobles and introduced themselves one after another.
Firm was a little absent-minded as he listened to their titles.
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