In the Name of the Queen

Just when Angelina was full of energy and wanted to say something, her attitude suddenly softened.

She gritted her teeth and said coldly: "I will investigate this matter to the end. I will not affect your country's Glorious Day celebration, but the traitor must be brought to justice."

The performance continued.

When the host announced the name of Adam's play, his voice was trembling.

He was not a fool. He knew that he was in trouble.

He regretted taking Finley's money and playing tricks at such a national ceremony.

The host's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. His voice was a little trembling. He subconsciously searched for Finley's figure, but found nothing.

After all these twists and turns, Adam's state was somewhat affected.

He was excited.

Since someone chased him to a foreign country and didn't let him go, would he still be a turtle?

Before starting the performance, Adam glanced at Angelina, with a bit of wildness and contempt in his smile.

"Oh my God, the imperial envoy from Saint Rocha Castle will be here soon!"

Adam spoke with a standard tongue-twisting sound.

He spoke fluent Sussex, but anyone could tell that he was playing a Rurik.

No, in this play they were called Rakshasi.

The play was originally called "Rurik the Envoy", but because it involved the name of a real country, it might cause diplomatic disputes, so it was eventually renamed "The Envoy".

The background of the story also changed from Rurik to Rakshasi.

But looking at Adam's reserved appearance and way of speaking, everyone knew what he was playing.

When a satire looks like a satire of the Rurik, there is no need to think about it, it is.

If there had not been a conflict between the envoy and the queen before, the audience in the audience might not have much resonance.

There would even be many rational people who used words like "It's the same in our country" and "But what does this have to do with me who earns twelve shillings a month" to be sarcastic.

But now it's different.

It was the Rurik who openly provoked the queen first.

People really need a hearty counterattack.

Adam's satire came just in time.

So much so that some audiences even thought that this play was thought up at the last minute.

Roland returned to the backstage and waited to go on stage with Sif.

Watching Adam's impassioned performance, Sif smiled knowingly.

"It's really interesting that those officials were so panicked because of a fake imperial envoy."

"Because they have something to hide."

"These greedy Rurik vampires." Sif complained softly.

Roland smiled and teased: "If it weren't for your feelings, the play performed today should be the Sussex Imperial Envoy."

"Is it the same in our country?"

Roland remained silent.

Sif was silent too.

Of course it's the same in Sussex.

The Sussex people also have two arms and one mouth, and they are no different from the Rurik people in essence. They also have all kinds of problems that power breeds.

"Is this play for me?" Sif asked softly.

"If you can think of this, this play is not in vain." Roland was really relieved.

"I know, I will change everything." Sif's eyes flashed with light.

"What are you going to do?" Roland was a little curious. This was a difficult problem that no one in ancient or modern times could solve. There was no successful template to learn from.

"Draw a red line, and whoever crosses the line will be punished." Sif said decisively.

"Who will serve His Majesty if all these officials are killed?" Roland was curious.

"You mean that greedy people can't be killed, right?" Sif's voice was very soft.

"That's true."

"I know that too. You said that there are no fish swimming in clear water. So I set a red line that cannot be crossed for them. The standard of this red line is not low. They can live well, get respected titles, manage territories and family businesses."

"Such a loose red line is still trampled on, that is greedy, must be killed." Sif's eyes burned with flames.

This time Roland was really shocked.

This idea is quite a bit of the thinking of high salary to maintain integrity.

The problem of power breeding may not be eradicated, but it can be controlled.

As long as it is controlled within a certain range and does not affect the growth of big trees, it is benign.

Roland wanted to praise Sif, but time was running out.

Adam's performance was approaching its climax and was about to end.

The backstage staff reminded him and Sif to get ready to go on stage.

Just as Roland was about to leave, Sif grabbed his hand and asked softly, "Have you memorized all your lines?"

Roland smiled and teased, "I only have a few lines in total, but you should not forget them."

"Of course I won't forget them." Sif proudly puffed up her chest.

Not only will she not forget them, Sif always has a feeling that these lines are what she would say naturally.

The Elf Queen is the Queen, and she is also the Queen, they are the same.

Her Majesty the Queen returned to her hometown after going through thousands of hardships and dangers. She knew very well what kind of mood she would feel when she saw the familiar sea of ​​flowers.

What she didn't quite understand was how she would feel when she met her lover who had been reunited after a long absence.

After all, she had never been in love.

There were all kinds of knowledge and many love stories in the book, but she always felt that something was wrong.

She remembered Roland's reminder.

"There is no template for love. The love you imagine is the love of the Elf Queen."

When Roland spoke, his eyes were dark for the first time, dodging.

She understood that he was also pure in this respect.

They were the same.

When Sif and Roland were about to go on stage, Adam's performance reached its climax.

The imperial envoy he played made a serious request to the mayor, hoping to marry the mayor's daughter.

"Mr. Mayor, you don't want the Queen to know about your wealth accumulation over the years, right?"

"If you become my father-in-law, we are a family, will I still harm you?"

This line full of jokes is an appropriate adaptation made by Roland based on the original work.

The plot of the original work is not changed, just a different way of saying it.

The audience laughed and mocked the mayor for being a big complainer.

They saw it clearly, but people in the situation naturally couldn't see it clearly.

Almost without any consideration, the mayor agreed to the young man's proposal and packed his daughter to send her to the "imperial envoy" in his mind overnight.

In the original work, the young man was afraid that the matter would be exposed and fled overnight, but Adam thought it was unscientific.

Impersonating an imperial envoy is a serious crime with the loss of head and exile of the whole family.

He dared to impersonate even the imperial envoy, but he didn't dare to take the mayor's daughter?

Roland felt that Adam understood Rurik, so he adopted his opinions and modified the script.

The mayor's timidity, the officials' panic, and the arrogance of the fake envoy were perfectly displayed on the stage.

The audience burst into cheers.

Some were happy and some were sad.

Happiness was frantically transferring from the Vladimir Empire's envoys to the Sussex people.

Angelina almost fainted.

Her hands were trembling slightly, and her lips were about to bleed.

Just as she was about to explode, a chill came from behind her.

"Anger is the devil, kill it."

Angelina was startled, and her rapid breathing gradually became even.

She closed her eyes and let her trembling eyelashes return to peace.

When the heart calmed down, the cheers and ridicule outside seemed less harsh.

Looking at Angelina's changes, the mysterious man sitting behind her with a blue veil covering his face smiled.

Perhaps it won't be long before the empire will have another rank eight extraordinary person.

Adam's performance is over.

At the end of the play, the satisfied young man climbed up from the bed of the mayor's daughter, and ran away with the valuable gifts and gold coin bags very neatly.

While running away, he did not forget to taunt.

"Haha, if you have the guts, go to Saint Rocha Castle and sue me, just say that I took your illegal income."

The audience laughed.

Yes, do you dare to sue?

When the officials who were like headless flies were looking for the missing imperial envoy, the postmaster who had a voyeurism and liked to open other people's letters found the mayor in a rage.

He found the letter left by the young man.

It turned out that all this was a scam.

The young man ridiculed all the officials present and gave each of them an insulting nickname.

Just when the officials were so angry that they wanted to send people to chase him, a high-pitched voice-over came from outside the door of the city hall.

"The imperial envoy is here--!"

The real imperial envoy has arrived.

The whole audience burst into laughter.

The stage play ended with the officials stunned.

When Adam led all the actors to bow out, cheers came one after another, almost overturning the entire Royal Square.

Offstage, Finley's face darkened slightly.

He knew very well that he had lost.

He did not lose in the actors' performances or the quality of the script, but in the pattern.

He stood on the position of "national interests" and longed for peace, but he was ultimately suspected of bowing his head.

For the arrogant Sussex people of the Rose Flag, this feeling was not good.

If he had not benefited from the fame of the Macbeth family and arranged a shill in the crowd in advance, he might have lost even more miserably.

He had calculated everything, but he did not expect Adam and Roland to defeat him head-on.

He could cheat, but the audience's cheers would not change.

Could he still force the audience to vote for a program they didn't like by pressing their heads?

Amid Finley's self-mockery, the last program of the Glorious Day Celebration came on stage.

"The Return of the Queen" performed by Sif and Roland.

This was a very simple play.

To put it simply, the queen came out, came to the sea of ​​flowers, met her lover, sat in front of the moon well, sang to express their thoughts to each other, and finally walked hand in hand to the sea of ​​flowers.

But Roland knew that this performance was invincible today.

The great way is simple.

The audience wanted to see the queen, and the queen came. He really wanted to know how to lose?

At this time, it was almost dusk and the sky was getting darker.

The melodious music sounded, the stage curtain slowly opened, and all the lighting props were ready.

The pre-prepared birth magic created a small sea of ​​flowers on the spot.

Tall natural ancient trees cannot be created on the spot, so alchemy is used to create a beautiful tree full of magic lights.

The audience held their breath.

When the curtain was announced just now, they heard the queen.

Although they did not expect the actors on the stage to perform the charm of their own queen, they also wanted to see how the queen looked.

The elf queen in a light green dress appeared on the stage.

The square, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly became quiet.

The train of time froze at this moment.

The audience was in tears.

This is their queen!

The queen knew they wanted to see her, so she actually performed on stage in person to meet them.

In the crowd, an old man in his seventies wiped his tears and said that this was the best queen he had ever seen.

He was not lying, the last queen of the empire ruled more than two hundred years ago.

The strong middle-aged man stood on tiptoe just to see the queen more.

The plot was no longer important.

The audience was going crazy for the queen.

Someone shouted "Long live the Queen" and then more and more people followed suit and shouted inspiring slogans.

Until the Queen of the Elf began to sing.

The magic teleportation array sent her gentle and clear voice to everyone's ears.

The audience in the distance could not see the Queen's figure, but they could hear her holy voice like the sound of nature.

The world was so quiet.

Only Sif was singing.

Standing on the stage, Roland finally understood his position.

VIP listening position.

Playing the role of the emperor's husband, he was immersed in the graceful voice of the Queen of the Elf and could not extricate himself.

He was very sure that even if he went to another world, Sif could become a national treasure singer with her voice.

This is talent.

God feeds you according to your will.

Unfortunately, it is not possible in this world.

This world speaks with strength.

He looked at Sif gently and listened quietly.

Sif's singing was soft and melodious, expressing her feelings.

When she turned to Roland, his heartstrings were plucked.

Under the World Tree, the silent sea of ​​flowers bloomed again.

They danced and swayed, welcoming the return of their king.

Everyone was fascinated by the Queen's singing, but some people in the area where the Vladimir Empire's envoys were sitting could not sit still.

Angelina clenched the short stick in her hand and wanted to stand up.

Queen Sylph could not continue to perform.

She would use the short stick given by the Queen to summon a blizzard and destroy everything.

Just as she was about to get up, a voice came from behind with a hint of disappointment.

"This is flawless beauty, appreciate it with your heart."

Angelina sat down obediently, as quiet as a kitten.

When Sylph finished singing the last song, according to the script, Roland should have come forward to greet her and say that simple welcome line.

But Roland forgot.

He stood there, his eyes gently falling on Sylph's cheek and shoulder.

He looked at her carefully, along her beautiful face, at her long eyelashes, straight nose, and then her graceful figure.

He looked so hard, as if he wanted to engrave this beautiful moment in his mind.

He couldn't tell whether it was Sif or the elf Sif in front of him.

He couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.

He couldn't tell whether this was a stage or a sea of ​​flowers.

He couldn't tell.

But he knew that no matter what he said, it would destroy the beauty of this extreme tranquility.

His heart was moved.

This time it was reality.

Bad news: Sif didn't know yet.

Good news: Sif didn't know yet.

Applause broke out.

It broke the beauty of tranquility.

This play could not continue.

At this moment, staring at each other has become an art.

The applause gradually gathered into a wave of sound, resounding over the square.

The winner has been decided.

There were too many spectators pouring into the scene, and it was almost night. In order to ensure personal safety, the Minister of Culture and Education thoughtfully changed the voting session to on-site support.

He called out the names of the contestants and the original authors in turn, and the audience cheered to show their support.

The names of other contestants appeared, and they received applause.

When Finley's name appeared, applause and boos were mixed together.

Adam's name appeared, and the applause and cheers were long-lasting and warm.

When the Minister of Culture and Education called out the names of Sif and Roland, there was only one voice left in the audience.

"Champion!"

"Champion!"

"Champion!"

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