Chapter 1026 1008. Chapelle
Lan En blinked blankly, as if I was abnormal or you were abnormal.
And Dandelion continued to talk excitedly.
“The Kiss of Victory! Although it was not written by a famous artist, the timing of the appearance of that painting and the scene described are so perfect.”
“I heard that at that time, on the Sow Mountain At the end of the battle, Ms. Tissaya sadly held the shield with the rough sketch, and both Foltest and Vizmir who participated in the battle were moved by this. ”
"This story is well known to everyone, Lan En!"
The witcher couldn't say a word. He first licked his lips, then scratched his head, and overall he looked at a loss.
Lan En knew very well that the 'Tissaya' on the battlefield at Soden Mountain was actually Margarita who cast an illusion spell and became the 'person in the middle'.
But in the eyes of onlookers, they did not have the [spiritual vision] to see through the appearance, whether it was the kiss at that time or the subsequent sadness that Margarita felt towards the painting soldier who died in the last moment of the war. .
In fact, they are all covered with a layer of ‘Tisaya’ skin.
With a 'snap', when Dandelion was about to walk backstage and hand over the hastily made cloak to the troupe as a performance prop, Lann grabbed him.
The poet's body was torn apart and staggered.
"Hey, what are you doing? My hand was almost torn off!"
"If my hand is torn off, I can even give you a new one." Lan En didn't care. As he spoke, he stared at Dandelion seriously. It's like trying to determine something extremely important.
“But this love story needs to be changed! Master Dan! It really needs to be changed!”
"Change?! How to change this?!"
It's better not to say it. Dandelion seems to be more excited than Lan En when he talks about it.
"I know you have a psychological burden. Ms. Margarita and Triss are enough to scare you, right? Sorceresses are like this. They are powerful and egotistical. A man is sandwiched between two women. The warlocks are like an ice cube sandwiched between two soldering irons. It's easy to say that they are broken into pieces. "
"Now there is a more powerful one mixed in. But it is one thing to feel uncomfortable. Could it be that this is not true? We writers can modify and adapt it, but we can’t ignore the facts!”
“You two are in the painting, kissing on the battlefield! ? Change the dignified, calm, black-haired Tishaia de Verres to the gorgeous, cheerful, blonde Margarita Laux Andile? ”
At the end of the day, Dandelion flatly refused with the arrogance of a man of letters.
He raised his head, as if he had a character that could not be insulted.
"I will never lie about art, Lan En!"
"But that was Margarita, she used the illusion spell at that time."
Len En is serious Said.
"Huh?"
Dandelion looked at Lan En in surprise. Lan En could tell what he was thinking without even using other methods.
——You let people dress up as teachers? Can you play like this if you know magic?
“I really hope that the first thing that comes to your mind is not ‘gameplay’, but the political stance at that time.”
The witcher sighed with a headache as he covered his head. .
Dandelion also realized that on the battlefield at that time, it seemed that the primary issue was indeed the issue of stance, and there was no time to think about other things.
But even if the poet reacted, he waved his hand decisively.
"The art of poetry is not used to find out the truth behind the facts, Lan En. That is what historians and old scholars should do. It is used to move people."
< br>"You and Tishaia de Verres kissing on the battlefield, that's what everyone saw and was moved by. Then I will depict it."
"Then no Deleted?" Lan En looked at Dandelion who was so stubborn that his face seemed to have a layer of sublime glory, and couldn't help but ask him with the last glimmer of hope.
"Delete the emotional line, how about we simply praise the glorious deeds on the battlefield?"
"Delete?" Dandelion looked at the tall demon hunter with a sneer. "Haha, have you seen the script in Mrs. Irena's hand?"
Lan En looked towards the temporary wooden stage set up on the slaughterhouse site. Mrs. Irena was wearing a bra A dress with a wide open collar, and her hair neatly combed into a dignified style.
Looks like she is the right choice to play Tissaya.
The thickness of the script in her hand seemed to be the length of a finger.
Dandelion said coldly next to Lan En: "After deleting the emotional line, how much do you think is left in such a thick script, dear Lan En?"
"How many, how many?"
"The thickness of a fingernail." Dandelion pinned the small nail of his little finger with his thumb and gestured to Lan En. "It's just that big. Just like the other mages at the Battle of Sodden Mountain, they are just passers-by in a great drama."
"This is just her own script, the starring role and the supporting role. The script is amazing, Lord Duke, you cut the length of this play in half with just one sentence!"
Lan En held his forehead in discomfort.
Dandelion took the opportunity and hurriedly slipped backstage: "Don't think about it, you can't change it, that's it."
——
The alchemy cloak that was quickly produced was sent to the protagonist backstage.
This cloak will appear as a prop in the entire drama and will be used throughout the entire plot. In terms of treatment as a product, there is simply no second one.
Of course, theatrical performances at this time actually had the form of investment called ‘sponsors’. But this is still the first time for the concept of product placement like this.
On the bustling street outside, more and more people were passing by the site that was originally a slaughterhouse, and were attracted by the lively and strange sounds inside.
"There is a performance inside now?"
"No, everyone is rehearsing. But the rehearsal is quite nice. Do you want to buy a ticket and go in and have a look?" At the gate of the venue, The troupe's conductor skillfully set up a table and sold tickets there, which was the troupe's main revenue.
The wooden door of the venue opened with a creak, and Geralt's boots of the High Wolf School clicked on the muddy ground as he walked in.
He sniffed, adjusting to the smell of the slaughterhouse lingering in the mud.
“Finally done.”
He sat next to Lan En, resting his elbows on his knees and bending over to look at the stage in front of him.
Under the stage are long benches like those in taverns, and now Geralt and Lan are sitting on a bench.
“You don’t look too tired.”
Lan En tilted his head and looked at him.
“This work is not tiring, but it is too broken.” Geralt shook his head, and his milky white hair in a ponytail swayed.
“I found the Sea Parrots, a group of jugglers who were responsible for promoting the show. I also ran to the dock and found a few Skellige sailors who looked fierce. Come be the on-site security guard.”
“It’s so annoying to ride around in this big city.”
“It’s all over now? ”
"Yeah, luckily it's over."
Lan handed Geralt an apple, which he got from the troupe.
Geralt took it and started chewing it. After taking two bites, he pushed Lan En beside him with his knee.
"There is someone who wants to see you." He pointed in the general direction to the side with the hand holding the apple, "Here he comes."
As he spoke, he held the apple in his mouth and held it with both hands. As soon as he propped up his knees, he stood up and walked to the side.
The person who took his place was an unattractive man, wearing a ruffled linen shirt and a leather jacket that was black with oil stains.
Lan En still looked at the rehearsal actors walking back and forth on the stage naturally.
"First meeting, Grand Duke Lan En."
The man sitting next to the witcher, like him, was looking at the stage intently, but he was talking in his mouth.
“I’ve known you since the first day you came to this great city. But I never had the chance to meet you until now.”
"So, you are another shapeshifter? Chapelle?"
Lan En understood who the person was almost without thinking.
Let Geralt be introduced as a middleman and know his whereabouts, but he has no impression at all and makes second guesses.
“You are indeed as wise as the legend says.”
Beside the witcher, Chapelle also admitted frankly.
"Don't speak in that tone." Lan En said calmly, "I'm not a king, so there's no need to be like a jester and hold me up so high."
Sea Parrot's propaganda looks real It was very effective. Even though it was just a rehearsal today, there were still many people entering the venue one after another and sitting on the benches noisily.
This kind of noise is like the noise in a tavern, which can cover up the words of the two people nearby.
“Let me guess.” Lan En said with great interest, “The Eternal Flame knows that I am in the city and even knows where I have been. But they have never sent anyone to speak. The person in charge came and talked to me."
"This is considered 'hostility', right?"
"Such speculation is a bit extreme, Archduke." Chapelle shook his head, "It's just that Bishop Hemelfat needs to be cautious about how to contact you."
"Because I am a person in the eternal fire. Mutants as defined in the doctrine? "
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"You see, this is 'hostile' or to a lesser degree: caution."
Chapelle was silent for a while, but still defended himself.
"This is indeed related to your identity, but the doctrine of eternal fire is the foundation for the establishment of the sect. Always be more cautious when dealing with related issues."
After saying these words, Lan En spoke for the first time. His face turned towards the rehearsal stage and glanced at Chapelle beside him.
A surprised look.
"Wait. Did I hear that right? Are you defending the Eternal Fire? A shapeshifter is defending the Eternal Fire?"
But the unknown person transformed by Chapelle had no idea. He looked directly into Lan En's surprised eyes without avoiding it.
He didn't say anything, but his meaning was very clear.
“Wow.” Lan En felt like he was a little out of his mind.
“Are you true? Believe in the eternal fire?!”
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