In the Name of the Queen

A Glory Day Celebration for the whole nation? ×

Preconditions for promotion to rank eight! √

After learning the details of the celebration performance, Roland easily came to this conclusion.

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

The promotion conditions clearly emerged in his mind.

To open the rank eight [Literary Master], one must become a recognized top writer in the country, and the background color of the [Writer] occupation card is gold.

He has already met the latter, and only the former remains.

In this era of underdeveloped information, no live TV broadcasts, and no Internet, public celebrations are the best way to spread fame.

The speed of the spread of the flesh telegram is beyond imagination.

What happened in the imperial capital will soon spread throughout the country, and then follow the merchant ships across the ocean and spread to the countries of the Rodinia continent.

He must win, and win with a crushing advantage.

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

"Romeo and Juliet", "Prince's Revenge", "Chameleon", "Notre Dame de Paris", "The Man in the Case".

There are too many.

He urgently needed to know what the audience liked to watch.

Since he didn't know, he would investigate.

Roland left the Knights and went to the Square of the King.

He was looking for someone.

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

It was not yet night, and he didn't know if this guy had come.

When he arrived at the Square of the King, he soon saw Adam.

There was a reason why this guy was popular.

Although there was still some time before the night show, he had already arrived.

The stage for the performance was simple, with a ready-made stage. He naturally came not to clean up the venue, but to prepare for the evening performance.

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

"The Elf Queen walked barefoot towards 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 was full of magnetism and particularly beautiful.

What was even more touching was his focused attitude.

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

Roland thought silently. Although this guy always liked to go to foreign brothels to listen to obscene music at night, he was extremely pious when performing art.

Compared with Adam, who was pious to art, he, as a [writer], was a bit utilitarian.

The day of return was approaching, and it was unknown whether Adam's obsession could allow him to touch the threshold of the extraordinary.

Just as Roland was thinking silently, Adam ended this impassioned rehearsal, let out a long breath, and turned around.

"Oh, it's Mr. Roland."

Adam walked to the edge of the stage with a few small steps, supported himself with one hand, and jumped down gracefully.

He wanted to show off his graceful skills in front of Roland, but his overdrawn body didn't obey. His left foot suddenly softened when he landed on the ground, and he knelt on one knee in an awkward posture to wish Roland a happy new year in advance.

Roland grabbed Adam's sleeve, helped him stand, and half-jokingly teased: "Why, do you want to improve too?"

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

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little wrong, Adam smiled and changed the subject, "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 recreates the glory of yesterday, and the story of the Queen is over."

"Is that 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?"

Adam's eyes were full of regret.

Roland shook his head slowly, "You can talk about it, but the audience may not like it. The Queen's children are carefully served by servants and nannies, and she will only see the cute smiling faces of the children. Can such things be talked about?"

Adam was silent.

Of course not.

Did the audience come to listen to you say this? Thinking of the Queen's children holding a golden spoon in their mouths and their own children living a hard life, the audience is of high quality if they don't boo.

"No wonder beautiful love stories all end at marriage." Adam murmured and sighed.

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

Roland smiled and asked: "You perform here every day and often communicate with the audience, you must know what they like?"

"Of course."

Adam was about to answer, but suddenly became alert and said in a low voice: "Mr. Roland, unless you can guarantee that our conversation is limited to here, there are some things I can't say."

"I promise."

Adam breathed a sigh of relief, sorted out his thoughts, and said softly: "You should want to win the performance of the Glorious Day Celebration?"

"Let's talk about business." Roland did not deny it, but interrupted directly.

Although he did not answer, Adam still understood.

The bard showed a trace of excitement on his face, but it soon extinguished.

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

"What, Mr. Adam is afraid of losing to the vulgar foreigners?" Roland used the method of provoking.

"Mr. Roland, you don't need to provoke me. If it is a script of the same level, I am confident that I will not lose to anyone, but my opponent is Finley, the best writer in our country."

"Soon it won't be."

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 to marry a princess, or a lingering love story?"

"None of them."

Adam shook his head slowly, and his emotions suddenly became excited. "I know what they like most. They don't want to watch the story of the prince and princess, but only want to watch a satire to vent their dissatisfaction, but can I act? They want to watch an absurd comedy where the dignitaries are exposed in all their ugliness. Can I act?"

"No!"

Adam seemed to have used up all his strength to finish this sentence, and then murmured in a low voice: "Roland, let's do some fantasy comedy that the audience doesn't hate so much."

"No, we can act, but not in our country."

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

"It will not damage the dignity of Her Majesty the Queen, and it can also arouse the audience's resonance."

Adam looked at Roland blankly, a little hesitant.

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

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

"Of course I dare." Roland responded coldly.

"Tell me the content of this play." Adam took a deep breath, released his right hand, and his voice trembled slightly.

After Roland briefly described it, he patted his shoulder and said slowly:

"Let's call this satire "Rurik, the Imperial Envoy."