Mysterious as the wind, always with me

Chapter 69 Nothing to do today, listening to music at the theater

For any artistic performance, the audience must first be determined.

Whether the opera is good or not is not determined by a mortal like Mark, but by the gods.

Mark really intends to break the shackles of operas in this world and copy operas from the earth.

The theme of the selected piece of music is very important. If the choice is not good, the road will be narrowed.

The first to be ruled out, then, is the love opera.

Compared to "Romeo and Juliet", perhaps the gods prefer to watch Romeo being beaten into ketchup.

In the final analysis, a considerable part of the gods was not human in the first place.Even for the group of gods who are mortals, there is still a big question mark about how much humanity is left.

Regardless of the Seven Deadly Sins or the Illuminati Church that teaches people to be good, most of them are making a big fuss by seizing a certain or some similar characteristics of human nature.

Mark really wants to engage in romantic dramas, probably except for the goddess of love who eulogizes love, everyone else is "hehehe".

This is tantamount to abandoning all operas such as "Carmen", "Turandot", and the adapted "Blessings of Love".

Most of the operas on earth are from the West, and if some classic operas from the Celestial Dynasty are cut off, there will be very few that can be sold.

Originally, Dante's "Divine Comedy" was regarded as a professional counterpart.

The original text of that thing is an epic poem of [-] lines, and it has to be translated. Even if Mark reads it to him, he will make himself sick to death first.

Now he is pulling two guys who are almost music blind to perform, and if he still does this, isn't that courting death?
He could only handle a series of things such as music and arrangement, and let those two guys perform in their true colors under the premise of conforming to their identities as Storm Cultists and Night Cultists.

After all, the candidates for the Blood Moon are just a group of cameos. It would be unreasonable to insist that every candidate can sing and dance well. Therefore, the preset songs for the candidates are, without exception, all about fighting and killing. opera.

The theater must have something like a musician for the quack, and a candidate for the random killing.

This brings up another problem—if every opera was performed according to the script, then so many candidates would not have to be brutally beaten and turned into evil spirits.

Take the [Blood Battle Plain] that Mark used as the background in the preparation room just now. Light Comes to Hell" opera.

Even if he hadn't touched the script, Mark knew that it was a thing that severely embarrassed the devil.

So, who can guarantee that the devil will not get in the way and bring some surprises to the candidates who play the light side?

Without saying anything, the projection of a genuine demon general is enough to drink a pot for a weak candidate.

Mark even deduced that the secret hands of all parties have an upper limit locked by the rules.

It's not that the Goddess of Light and Night doesn't want to help, it's that she can't help much.

To sum up, Mark decided to make an opera by himself. It doesn't need to be long and smelly. The song is of a high level, so that most gods don't send dog legs to mess with him.

Eventually, Mark read a few candidate tracks to himself.

In case of indecision, the dice serve.

As a result, Mark had a little cramp in his facial muscles.

The so-called opera with the highest rating turned out to be this...

Originally, this was just stuffed in by Mark to make up the number.

The dice are judged to be 16 points, and the others are all less than 10 points.

Mark had no choice at all.

He pressed one hand on the table in the preparation room, and with a thought, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

"Huh?" Conrad was unmoved, but Vivienne was slightly taken aback.

This scene is too familiar to her.

A night in the back alleys of the San Layton slums.

At the entrance of the street far away, seven-colored neon lights shone over.But no matter how dazzling the lights are, they still can't brighten up this dark street.

On one side is a psychedelic modern city, and on the other side are old-fashioned old streets and alleys that still use kerosene lamps.

At night, no poor man lights a kerosene lamp for a long time unless necessary.

This caused the old streets and alleys to be completely dark most of the time.

The bustling world that seems close at hand in the distance is insulated from the children who grew up in the slums.

Ragged and dirty poor children who run into the street will be driven and beaten mercilessly by the military and police in the city.Because these children are often equated with thieves.

Just seeing this scene, the corners of Vivian's eyes began to twitch slightly.

She will never forget the water curtains at home when it rains.

She will never forget the disgusting smell wafting from the open channels in the old alleys.

There are so many things she will never forget.

Her entire childhood was so unbearable, until her talent was accidentally discovered by Nadal's family, and then she 'suddenly' remembered that they still had such a collateral relative.

She and her mother lived a good life.

She raised her head suddenly, her eyes were like fire, and she stared at Mark: "How much do you know about me!?"

Mark didn't answer directly: "If you haven't experienced the deepest darkness, you can't be considered a true night believer."

"you……"

"That's why I said, you only need to perform in your true colors." Mark turned his head: "Conn, you too."

Conrad nodded silently.

"Then, what about the lines?"

"No need!" Mark said unceremoniously: "Miss Carlos, I am responsible for the song part. Your body language is the best opera. However, if there is any scene that can arouse your inner anger and resistance more , might as well say it out, it can raise the evaluation of the opera to a higher level.”

Vivienne couldn't help biting her lower lip, finally lowered her head, and said in a deep voice, "A toy store with glass windows, I... I was kicked out of the store by the owner, and even the glass windows were broken."

Mark's heart skipped a beat: What a coincidence?
He said: "If you don't mind, imagine the scene."

Vivian put her hands on the table, and the scene suddenly changed according to her memory: "Is this enough?"

"enough."

"and then?"

"Destroy all enemies."

"it is good."

Mark turned his head to look at Conrad: "You go to a bar, I'm sure you won't forget your old acquaintances, right? Probably, they will be better than the ones you know."

The giant man froze for a moment, then grinned suddenly, revealing a bloodthirsty and hateful smile.

This smile made Vivienne's heart skip a beat. It was the first time she had seen this giant man with the pseudonym Kang En show such a smile since she met him.The next second, when she recalled Conn's pirate deck, she immediately understood.

The son of the sea is always so direct in his approach to his enemies—defeating his bones and ashes!Shredded to pieces!

Alright, the scene is done, what about the music?

An opera cannot be without songs, right?
Mark led them to the second preparation room with great confidence.

At a glance, there are hundreds and thousands of musical instruments.From the piano they are familiar with, big, medium, and violin, to all kinds of folk musical instruments, as long as there is something in this world, here is everything.

Contrary to their imagination, under the custody of a mysterious force, these musical instruments were all suspended in mid-air. Mark went to check and found that they were in excellent condition.

"This is..." Vivian looked at an illusory light curtain beside the wall.

If you choose model opera, of course, there is not so much trouble.

Mark, this is a customized opera, so you need to mentally input the type and number of instruments needed, as well as the score.

In no time, actors, sets, and ensembles were settled.

The rest is the core [song].

Mark called out in his heart: "Minnie, I may need your help. Actually, my song is a bit short and not enough to be a complete opera. I can sing the male version. To achieve a better effect, it is best to need a soprano."

Minnie obviously hesitated: "I... stutter..."

"Stuttering is one thing, singing is another. I've heard of people who speak with a big tongue, but can sing well... It's not a mandatory requirement... If you can integrate Bonnie's card, maybe you I can sing it."

Without hesitation, Minnie agreed: "Okay."

A surprise was born.

In Mark's spiritual sea, he heard the tune he wanted.

Everything is ready, the show begins.

The spirit world has never been a world of complete silence, there are always various noises and strange screams, which makes the huge spirit world always full of chaos.

The powerful existence walking in the spirit world has long been used to it.

Getting used to it doesn't mean you are willing to accept it from the bottom of your heart.

When a piece of music they were not familiar with suddenly came from a place marked by the clones of the gods, more than one existence was stunned.

If the first cracking sound of glass coming through a special spiritual circuit was not enough to surprise them, then the unique melody played by the high-pitched piano and flute immediately attracted the attention of several beings .

In a small divine kingdom, a goddess clone with wavy red hair hid her divine body in a brilliant golden note.She suddenly stopped what she was doing and pricked up her ears to listen.

"It's not that old-fashioned model opera, this is... a brand-new piece of music! It's short, powerful, and deliberately depressing. Is it intended to be suppressed first and then raised? Such a clever arrangement."

Although the goddess of music didn't want to admit it, just such a short melody in the prelude left an unforgettable imprint on her heart.

If ordinary people know that a certain person's opera directly shocked the god of music at the beginning, then it is really hard to say how the world will evaluate him.

The goddess clone waved her hand and stopped the angels who were reporting to her.

"Nothing to do today, listen to the music in the theater!"

(End of this chapter)