in the name of the queen

Chapter 99 Bards and Writers

A Glorious Day celebration with universal participation? ×

Prerequisites for promotion to level eight! √
  After learning more about the details of the celebration performance, Roland easily came to this conclusion.

Now is the seventh day of return, and the difficulty of promotion before rank seven will be greatly reduced.

The promotion conditions clearly appeared in his mind.

To open the eighth-level [Writer], you must become a recognized top writer in your country, and the background color of the [Writer] career card is gold.

He was already satisfied with the latter, leaving only the former.

In this era of underdeveloped information, live television, and the Internet, public celebrations are the best way to spread fame.

The meat telegram spread faster than imagined.

What happens in the imperial capital will soon spread throughout the country, and then follow the merchant ships across the ocean and spread throughout the countries on the Rodinian continent.

He must win, and win with a crushing advantage.

Roland's current worry is that there are too many cards and he doesn't know which one to draw.

"Romeo and Juliet", "The Revenge of the Prince", "The Chameleon", "The Hunchback of Notre Dame", "The Man in the Box".
  It's too much.

He desperately needs to know what the audience likes to watch.

If you don’t know, then investigate.

Roland left the Knights and headed to King's Power Square.

He wants to find someone.

His collaborator is also the most popular bard in this square, Adam.

It's not night yet, and I don't know if this guy is coming.

When he came to the Forum of Kings, he soon saw Adam.

This guy is hot for a reason.

Although it's still some time before the nightclub show, he's already here.

The stage for the performance is very simple, with a ready-made platform. Naturally, he is not here to clean up the venue, but to prepare for the evening performance.

Adam opened his arms facing the Tamas River and recited passionately, not noticing that Roland was already standing behind him.

"The Queen of Elf walked barefoot to the sea of ​​flowers, and all the flowers bloomed for her. At this moment, she is the only focus of the world."

Adam's voice is full of magnetism and particularly beautiful.

What's even more touching is his focused attitude.

Even though it was just preparation before the performance, he was still enthusiastic.

Roland thought silently. Although this guy always liked to go to Yanggoulan to listen to pornographic music at night, his attitude during artistic performances was extremely pious.

Compared with Adam, who treats art religiously, he is a bit utilitarian as a writer.

The day of return is approaching, and I don’t know if Adam’s obsession will allow him to touch the threshold of the extraordinary.

While Roland was thinking silently, Adam ended this impassioned rehearsal, took a deep breath, and turned around.

"Oh, Mr. Roland is here."

Adam walked to the edge of the stage in small steps, held up one hand, and jumped down gracefully.

He originally wanted to show off his elegant skills in front of Roland, but his overstretched body refused to obey him. His left foot suddenly went limp when he landed on the ground, and he knelt down on one knee in an embarrassing posture to wish Roland an early New Year's greeting.

Roland grabbed Adam's sleeve, helped him stand firm, and teased half-jokingly: "What, you want to make progress too?"

He was joking to ease the embarrassment, but he didn't expect Adam's expression to become particularly complicated.

Seeing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Adam smiled and changed the topic, "Mr. Roland, I don't quite understand what you said, but the script you gave me is almost finished. What should I do next?"

"Then end this performance." Roland said calmly: "The Elf Queen returns to the sea of ​​flowers and regains her yesterday's glory. The Queen's story is over."

"Is this the end? Next, don't you want to talk about how the queen governs the country, how she lives a sweet life with her husband, and how many children she has given birth to?"

Adam's eyes were full of regret.

Roland shook his head slowly, "It can be said, but the audience may not like it. The Queen's children are cared for by servants and wet nurses, and she will only see the children's cute smiling faces. Can such a thing be said?"

Adam was silent.

Of course we can't talk about it.

Are you, the audience, here to hear what you have to say? Thinking of Her Majesty's children with silver spoons in their mouths and their own children living a hard life, it would be a high quality if the audience doesn't boo.

"No wonder all beautiful love stories end when they get married." Adam murmured and sighed.

He was silent for a moment and quickly adjusted his mood. "Mr. Roland, you have just been promoted recently and must be very busy. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

Roland asked with a smile: "You perform here every day and often communicate with the audience. You must know what they like, right?"

"of course."

Adam was about to answer when he suddenly became alert and lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Roland, unless you can guarantee that our conversation will be limited to this, there are some things I cannot say."

"I promise."

Adam breathed a sigh of relief, collected his thoughts, and said softly: "You probably want to win the Glory Day celebration performance, right?"

"Let's get down to business." Roland did not deny, but interrupted directly.

Although he didn't answer, Adam understood.

A hint of excitement appeared on the bard's face, but it quickly died down.

"Mr. Roland, it's hard to win. I heard from my friends that Finley specially invited the best actors from the Rurik Theater Company of the Vladimir Empire to participate in this performance."

"Why, Mr. Adam is afraid of losing to a vulgar foreigner?" Roland used the provocation method.

"Mr. Roland, you don't have to be aggressive. If it's a script of the same quality, I'm confident that I won't lose to anyone, but my opponent is Finley, the best writer in our country."

"Not any time soon."

Roland patted Adam on the shoulder and asked in a deep voice: "You just need to tell me what the audience likes, a poor boy's counterattack, a warrior fighting a dragon and marrying a princess, or a sentimental love story?"

"neither."

Adam shook his head slowly and became excited. "I know what they like most. They don't want to watch stories about princes and princesses. They just want to watch satirical dramas that vent their dissatisfaction. But can I act in it? They want to watch stories about dignitaries showing their ugliness. Can you do an absurd comedy?"

"cannot!"

Adam seemed to use all his strength to finish this sentence, and then murmured in a low voice: "Roland, we still want to focus on fantasy comedies that the audience will not dislike so much."

"No, I can act, but it's not my country."

Roland said calmly: "It's not possible to use the past to satirize the present, but we can act out scandals from abroad. Since Finley invited people from Rurik's troupe, let's act out the ugly face of Rurik's officialdom."

"It does not undermine Her Majesty's dignity and can arouse the resonance of the audience."

Adam looked at Roland blankly, hesitantly.

"What, are you scared? Don't you even have the courage to ridicule foreigners?"

Adam grabbed Roland's collar excitedly and shouted angrily: "You are insulting my devotion to art! If you dare to write, I will act!"

"Of course I dare." Roland responded coldly.

"Tell me what this show is about." Adam took a deep breath, released his right hand, and his voice trembled slightly.

After a brief description, Roland patted his shoulder and said slowly:
  "Let's call this satire "The Imperial Envoy Rurik".

(End of this chapter)