Chapter 343 Narrative

The visit of the three sages caused the nobles and businessmen staying in the Nolan National Theater to fall into a state of panic and surprise.

Some of them left in a hurry looking for reasons, while others chose to stay and were invited to the theater as spectators by the attendants of the Baijinghua Theater.

Qiao Xiu believed that the news that Nolan's voice was supported by sages would spread throughout Nolan in the near future.

When those nobles approached Qiao Xiu again, they should think about it a little bit.

But the visit of the sages was not all good.

Even though Joshua didn't do anything bad in Nolan, there were still some bad 'public presences' in the Nolan National Theatre.

"This is where the pulpit is. Due to time constraints, I can only let the craftsmen of the Architectural Association remove those strange decorations, and then make a small modification."

Joshua brought the three sages to the smaller theater at the Nolan National Theatre.

This theater can only accommodate more than 200 people. In the past, the owner of the theater seemed to regard this as a place to entertain 'important guests', so the decoration here is also the most elegant location.

However, after Qiao Xiu took over, he removed all the jewelry and gold ornaments, turning the place from a resplendent palace into a somewhat shabby classroom in an instant.

"enough."

The gray-clothed man didn't mind the simple and shabby decorations around him, he walked slowly onto the podium, and the blackboard for writing behind him was already prepared.

When the man in gray came to the stage, the audience in the auditorium sat down one after another. There were only about 30 people in the audience.

Compared with the number of chanters in the world who are close to thousands of people watching the movie, it is so small that it cannot be described as shabby.

The gray-clothed man himself didn't care about this, he looked around curiously, as if he was looking for something.

"Do you still need to prepare some alchemy equipment?" Qiao Xiu asked suddenly.

"No, what I'm talking about today is about some history of Nolan's past, not some esoteric magical knowledge."

"Then the filming will officially begin in five minutes."

Qiao Xiu waved his hand slightly, and the daytime banshees inhabiting the Nolan National Theater floated in mid-air with the magic machinery for photography.

At this moment, the heads of two owls popped out of the beard of the gray-clothed man. The two owls seemed to sense something, and they jumped onto the podium uneasily and let out a cooing sound.

Although the daytime banshee has always maintained an invisible state, the three sages sensed some...inhuman existence in the theater almost at the same time.

"Let me introduce you to you."

At first, Qiao Xiu planned to replace the photographer with a human, but Qiao Xiu couldn't choose any suitable candidate at all.

And these banshee ladies can be said to be the best photographers in the world, they can shoot any shot the director wants.

Qiao Xiu intends to continue the program of the Sage Forum. One day the sages will discover these little secrets, so Qiao Xiu intends to disclose it directly.

"They are the behind-the-scenes workers who took pictures of what they saw on 'TV'."

Pale golden rays of light appeared above the theater, and these rays of light gradually condensed into the figure of a girl, and the twelve day banshees showed their entities in front of everyone.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is not an exaggeration to regard this scene as the messenger of the God of Holy Light coming to the world, but it is a pity that the essence of these messengers is all undead.

"Banshee in the daytime? Those skinny tree trunks of the Necromancer Association?" The man in yellow raised his eyebrows, and immediately recognized the true identities of the phantoms floating in midair.

Human beings' aversion to undead is based on fear. The people in yellow have never been afraid of these dead things, so how could they hate these creatures.

"I don't think Nolan's Necromancers have the ability to control the Banshee of the Day yet."

The face of the person in purple was covered under the cloak, and she could only vaguely see a slightly playful smile on the corner of her mouth. She suddenly stretched out her hand towards the void, as if holding something.

"And these day banshees are not ordinary undead."

A pale white figure emerged from the side of the purple-clothed person. It was the thirteenth daytime banshee. She was late... When she hurriedly tried to blend in with her own people from the back of the crowd, it was very unfortunate. Some of them passed by those in purple clothes.

The daytime banshee fell into a state of panic in an instant. As a spirit body, she had never been 'caught' by humans.

"Sorry, I just felt an indescribable aura from them." The pupil under the cloak of the purple-clothed man glanced at Qiao Xiu who was standing there, and then let go of the daytime banshee.

The freed day banshee hid behind her fellows at a very fast speed.

"If you have any questions, I will answer them for you after the show is over."

Joshua noticed that the purple-clothed man's last gaze fell on his arm, which was the hand with the inscription of the Skeleton Lord engraved on it.

Today, Qiao Xiu put on gloves on purpose to cover the mark of Lord Skeleton. As for the breath, if Qiao Xiu didn't use the undead magic that belonged to Lord Skeleton, ordinary people would not be able to detect it at all.

"I'll go there in person." The man in purple didn't continue to embarrass Qiao Xiu, and went directly to the front row of the auditorium and sat down, while the man in yellow sat at the other end of the auditorium.

"Is the relationship between the sages not very good?"

Joshua asked Nolan's local Shili in a low voice. When the two sages were seated in the auditorium, Joshua always felt an inexplicable tension pervading the atmosphere.

"I don't know much about this, but when I was young, it seemed that they had an argument about something." Ciri said.

"All right."

Qiao Xiu was not in the mood to entangle the grievances between the sages.

The daytime banshees have already started their work, holding the magic devices for filming in their respective positions and getting ready.

Relying on their appearance, these banshee ladies managed to win the favor of the audience. No one would hate a girl who was shining all over, even though her body was translucent.

After Joshua made a start gesture to the man in gray on the podium, the sage cleared his throat, and together with his owl, began to tell about Nolan's past history.

The lectures of the man in gray are unexpectedly interesting. He has been in the caster forum all the year round. Whether it is movies, hearthstone or opera, the man in gray is undoubtedly at the forefront of Nolan's fashion. He is definitely not a Stereotyped old man.

"You may not know my other name, that is the gray and white owl... Do you feel familiar?"

When the man in gray announced his name on the caster forum, Joshua had already encountered the chaos in the entire caster forum.

Ciri opened the spellcaster forum, and as expected, there were a lot of posts expressing shock and begging for mercy in the magic research and daily chat area.

The 'gray and white owl' is a legend in the caster forum. It is said that every post on the caster forum has a reply from this owl.

Of course, there are a lot of newbies on the forum who don't know the real situation and have publicly confronted this 'owl', and even greeted this owl by name!

But no one thought that the number one user on the spellcaster forum turned out to be Nolan's high-ranking sage!

Especially the students of the Rursk Higher Academy of Magic, remembering that they had "confronted" with the head of the school on the forum, it was enough to make them tremble.

"I really don't know what those people who scolded the gray owl on the forum thought." Joshua said in a low voice.

"Just post a dwarf's funny emoji at this time."

Ciri said very calmly and sent a funny expression in a caption that read, "Dean Rursk, Please Forgive Me." ’ below the post.