Chapter 773 Your Aunt Will Always Be Your Aunt

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While the list of actors was still scrolling in the holographic projection on the stage, the Earl of Baring lowered his head, thinking seriously about how to answer this question from Duchess Victoria.

The Duchess seems to like this new kind of drama called "The Shadow Play", or... is very interested in something that it shows.

But after thinking for a few seconds, the Earl of Baring gave up the idea of ​​touting or echoing, and frankly stated his feelings: "It is a brand new thing, just in terms of expression, very novel, but said The story... I don't really 'appreciate' it, and I don't really resonate with the characters."

This is the most direct thought that a nobleman who has enjoyed many dramas had after seeing the Phantom drama for the first time.

"But even so, it's still an amazing thing," said the Earl of Baring after a second, "and not just because the people who made it thought of putting 'drama' on the end of the Weave. In terms of projection, it's more because of its script... I don't know who wrote such a script, but it certainly can't be a long-established playwright who can't write such a thing."

"The script..." Victoria Wilder whispered thoughtfully, her eyes fell on the large holographic projection on the stage. The cast list had already appeared on the projection, and the names of the producers were emerging. The first One is the person who wrote the script, "Film... is really not a famous playwright."

As soon as she finished speaking, Philm's name had been hidden, and the name that emerged immediately caused the Duchess's eyes to change slightly.

Fendil Wilder - followed by Elaine Franklin's name.

"This..." The earl of Balin, who was next to him, also happened to see the name, and his expression suddenly became subtle, and he looked at the Duchess at a loss, "Maybe..."

He wanted to say it was the same name, but when he thought about it, he knew that it was impossible - the same name is easy to say, how is the same name achieved? The surname of the Duke Protector is not repeated!

Victoria sat there with a blank face, her eyes slowly turned to the side of the hall. Obviously, she had sensed some familiar magical aura, but she never thought that a certain name would appear on the holographic projection of the stage.

After a few seconds of unbearable silence and chill, the guardian of the north suddenly stood up and walked towards a small door on the right side of the hall.

And in the huge auditorium, the applause still continued...

...

Hearing the sound from the hall next door,

After being nervous for more than two hours, Philm finally couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief. The blond young man from the north felt his heart slowly fall to the ground. After a full ten seconds, he said softly to himself. He said, "Finally... I can give my father an explanation."

"I can also give you an explanation for that 'Flower of the Mountains'," Fendil, who was next to him, couldn't help but smile, and patted Philm on the shoulder quite forcefully, "This is brilliant. Achievements, no matter who they put on them, are already worth showing off."

Philm suddenly blushed and cautiously: "I..."

Fendil couldn't help laughing: "Don't be so nervous, my friend, the pursuit of love is something to be proud and natural."

It can be seen that the heir of the North is also in a particularly happy mood at the moment. Anyone who has achieved fruitful results after a long period of hard work will do so, even if he is a well-bred and destined to inherit the Duke of the North. The same is true of the distinguished son of the rank of honor - this joyful mood even made him forget the inexplicable nervousness and uneasiness that shrouded his heart not long ago, leaving him only unadulterated happiness.

Gawain's eyes were withdrawn from a small window that could see the scene in the auditorium. He was also in a good mood, and his good mood was mixed with more thoughts than Firm and others.

The magic shadow drama has been a great success, and the new form of spiritual entertainment has proven to be extremely popular. The effects and development prospects it can produce in the follow-up are all worth looking forward to. All this is expected.

Compared with the influence brought by this "Immigration", the more valuable things gained by the Government Affairs Office and the producers of specific magic shadow dramas are actually experience. With a successful experience as a reference, Gawain's follow-up A large number of plans can be successfully implemented.

The first plan is to produce more ghost dramas that can show Cecil's life, Cecil's way of thinking, and the era of the magic industry. With the help of the newly signed trade contract, let the merchants drive the Magic Theater to Aldernan...

The second plan, which is currently only a vague and general idea, is roughly related to the promotion of the New Holy Light Church and the "modification" of the old God beliefs.

The applause is still coming, and it seems that many people are still reluctant to leave the theater, still immersed in the novel viewing experience and the stories that touched them: After today, for a long time, "Immigration" Perhaps it will become a hot topic in Cecil City and even the entire southern border, and a series of new terms, new jobs, and new concepts will be born.

Gawain had those long-term plans brewing in his heart, but suddenly, he felt that his eyes were falling on him.

Following his feelings, he saw Amber's bright eyes.

"What's wrong?" Gawain looked down at himself, "Is there something on me?"

"Occasionally relax your mind, don't spend all your energy on planning," Amber said seriously - although the second half of her sentence still makes people want to slap her on the wall, "Watching a play should be counted as ten Years later, are you not afraid of being exhausted in this life?"

Gao Wen was slightly startled, and some helplessness and self-mockery appeared in his heart.

He was even educated by this half-elf—and he had no temper.

He really planned too much, and even turned planning into instinct, and attributed everything to calculation.

When hundreds of people could calm down and enjoy a story, he just thought about how many Typhonians this story could turn into "hearted people" who yearned for Cecil, and calculated that this new thing would produce How much value, what use is it.

But this is exactly what he has to do, and it has to be done by him - when he decides to create a new order, he is doomed to lose the right to enjoy something in this new order.

But fortunately, Amber, a guy with a big mouth, reminds him that he can wake up again - don't forget the most fundamental meaning of these new things at the beginning of their birth.

"It's really a good drama, it's worth watching and watching," Gawain finally exhaled, the slightly serious expression on his face due to contemplation was quickly replaced by a relaxed smile, he first smiled and glanced at Amber, Then he looked at the door of the monitoring room, "In addition, we have guests coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Amber, Philm and the others suddenly looked curiously at the iron door, and Fendil, who was happily laughing and joking with his friends, also turned his eyes brightly, and his voice rose: "Oh, visitor, let me Let's see who's the fun friend... friend..."

A staff member stepped forward to open the door, and Duchess Victoria Wilder and several nobles and entourages in civilian clothes appeared at the door.

Fendil's bright smile suddenly became stiff and stagnant as if it had suffered a "cold disaster", and the following words seemed to be squeezed out of the bronchi: "Aunt... Aunt..."

Duchess Victoria, however, did not seem to see the nephew who had been brought up by her, but first came to Gawain and paid her respects with impeccable etiquette: "Salute to you, Your Majesty - I'm sorry for not being so thoughtful at this time. appearing in front of you."

"It's okay, I already knew you were here," Gawain sat on the chair, nodded with a smile, and responded to the salutes of the other people, "I just didn't expect you to come to watch the first "Magic" Movie drama, I think it should be a coincidence"

"It's really a coincidence," Victoria's always cold face showed a slight smile, and then her eyes turned cold again after falling on Fendil, "Fendil, you are here... is it also a coincidence? "

"I..." As soon as Fendil's stiff smile eased, his expression became stiff again. This young man from the north, who was always smiling brightly, was obviously not able to smile very much in front of Victoria. He looked around and glanced around. Gao Wen finally organized the follow-up language, "I'm here with Your Majesty to inspect this..."

"Cough," the Earl of Balin, who was standing not far away, couldn't help coughing and reminded in a low voice, "Marquis Fendil, at the end, the list was out..."

Fendil: "..."

"It's a good idea to show all the cast and crew at the end, it fits the magic of projection, which has never been done before in old-fashioned dramas," Victoria said deadpan, "who came up with the idea? "

Fendil: "...It's me, Aunt."

"In the last letter, you said that you have entered the Imperial College, and you are devoting all your energy to studying, and using your intelligence to achieve some achievements..." Victoria looked into Fendil's eyes and said calmly "So... you're actually working with people on how to make plays?"

Gawain didn't speak, he just sat quietly by the side with a smile, and expressed his willingness to "continue" with practical actions, with a very happy smile.

Amber even took out the melon seeds from the small bag that she was carrying.

Fendil also noticed the attitude of His Majesty the Emperor and the head of the Intelligence Bureau who were obviously happy to watch the play, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After being so embarrassed and tensely silent for several seconds, Fendil, who knew that the Duchess had always been impatient, finally turned his heart away and broke the silence with a heart that could only be thawed after the spring flowers bloomed: "Aunt, I do Did something...not mentioned in the letter, it's probably true that making plays doesn't quite fit the status of an aristocrat, but in my opinion, it's a very meaningful thing, especially since this is all over the place A place of new things, in a place full of new order, some old ideas must..."

Victoria didn't wait for Fendil to finish speaking, and interrupted him with a cold and indifferent tone: "Did I say you're not doing well?"

Fendil: "...Huh?"

Victoria's icy blue eyes did not contain any emotion: "I just confirm whether this new type of drama really has your share - the Wilder family, you need to be honest."

Gao Wen turned his head slightly and whispered to Amber, who was eating melon seeds, "I thought she wouldn't joke or tease people at all."

"Actually, the more people with facial paralysis make jokes and make fun of people, the more powerful they are," Amber replied in a murmur, "You can't tell from the changes in their expressions which sentence they are. Just kidding with you."

Gawain thought for a while and felt that what Amber said was quite reasonable, and then clapped his hands and said with a smile to relieve the embarrassment at the scene: "Victoria, don't be so strict with juniors, it's good for young people to try more things, as long as If it is not too rash, it should be directly encouraged.”

Victoria withdrew her gaze on Fendil and bowed her head slightly in front of Gawain: "Yes, Your Majesty."

A loud exhalation sound came from not far away at this moment.

It was Film who was standing behind Fendil who was panting heavily.

This young man from a northern town and a commoner family almost suffocated in the tense atmosphere just now.

"Let me introduce you," Gawain stood up with a smile, and started to introduce without any pretense, "This is Mr. Film, and he created that wonderful ghost drama— His cause has been strongly supported by the royal family.

"This is Duchess Victoria Wilder, one of the Grand Consuls I deeply trust, the patron of the North.

"The rest...you can introduce yourself."

The Earl of Baling and the others were amazed by the youngness of Philm, and were scrutinizing them carefully. At this moment, when they heard Gawain's words, they no longer cared about the restraint and so-called rules of the nobles for a while, and introduced their identities one after another.

Hearing those names, Philm felt a little dazed for a while...