The warden who guards the witches

"Huh?" The dreamer looked a little surprised, "This evaluation seems to be higher than I thought..."

"You think I'm going to yell?" Aiden said.

"Even that wouldn't surprise me," the dreamer replied.

"My evaluation is only based on the storyline you wrote." Aiden picked up the magazine and shook it. "An Oedipal tragedy, although it is cliché and does not suit my personal taste, but objectively speaking, as a story It’s okay.”

"Oedipus? Is it also a story from another world in your memory?" the dreamer asked with interest.

"Yes."

"Another classic tragic story? Will you submit it to "Children's Dream"? I'm looking forward to it." The dreamer really showed an expectant look, and the way his eyes shone surprised Aiden.

"I won't submit it. This story is a bit inappropriate for children." Aiden replied.

"Then I will be more interested." The dreamer said seriously.

"In a myth, a king was cursed because of a crime he committed when he was young. A sphinx monster was sent down to the country by the gods. It was also predicted that he would die at the hands of his own son, so when his son accidentally After he was born, he abandoned his son in the wild," Aiden briefly told the story. "But his son was picked up and named Oedipus, and he was raised by another king. Si accidentally learned a prophecy that he would kill his biological father and marry his mother. He did not know that his current parents were not his biological parents, so he fled his country out of fear. When I arrived in my father's country, I had a conflict with an old man and accidentally beat him to death. This old man..."

"It's his father, that's it." The dreamer nodded frequently.

"Oedipus discovered that there was a reward hanging in this country. Whoever could solve the monster's riddle and drive away the monster would inherit the throne of the late king and marry the princess." Aiden said, "He solved the puzzle and drove away the monster. He solved the puzzle, fulfilled his prophecy with his own hands, and gave birth to a child with his mother.”

"So what's his endgame?"

"After he sat on the throne, because of his unethical crimes that he was completely unaware of, the country was punished by the gods, and plague and famine were rampant. In the process of searching for the reason, Oedipus got the truth from the mouth of a prophet , the princess hanged herself in shame, Oedipus cursed himself, blinded himself, and exiled himself.”

"What a sad fate," the visionary commented.

"So it's just like the characters you create, it's a tragedy of pure fate. The characters have no way to resist their own ending." Aiden said, "I personally don't like this kind of story. The experiences of the characters are full of the creator's malice against them. But I don’t deny that this kind of tragedy has certain reference value. The story you wrote is okay. You introduce a character, get to know the protagonist, and then she dies due to fate. It’s just a tragedy. It’s nothing new, but it’s still okay. Complete, but I think some readers may not accept it.”

"I received a letter from the editorial department, saying that some radical readers are offering a reward for me." The fantasy artist smiled, "Since you think my story is okay, why did you change the ending of Deborah Irvine? What you’re doing doesn’t make much sense.”

"One thing is the same, I'm just saying that from my perspective as a reader, the story you 'made up' is okay." Aiden threw the magazine back on the table, "But in reality, the game you laid out is different. , I am a character in it, and I can only evaluate everything you arrange from the perspective of the character.”

"And you're the leading man," said the Imagineer.

"So which main character would like his experience to be a tragedy? As a person in the play, I feel that the experience was extremely bad." Aiden asked, "I didn't like your ending, so I changed it."

"So, you evaluate this story differently in reality?"

"Yes."

"How do you evaluate this?" the dreamer asked.

"Then can I tell the truth?" Aiden confirmed with the other party again.

"certainly."

"Really?" Aiden asked again.

"I said it's okay, so it's okay." The dreamer sighed.

"Then let me get it straight..." Aiden paused, "I think you are a psychotic son of a bitch."

"Uh..." The dreamer maintained an awkward yet polite smile on his face.

"You're such a psychotic son of a bitch," Aiden repeated.

"In the end you still scolded me." The dreamer shook his head helplessly.

"You asked me to tell the truth." Aiden replied seriously.

"Do you have any questions about my story?" the Imagineer asked, looking patient.

"Just make up a story, why bother using such an inexplicable setting to real people?"

"Because it's more interesting this way." The dreamer said with a matter-of-fact smile, "Since I have the ability to make my fictional stories play out in reality, of course I want to give it a try and use it as material."

"It should be for fun, right? You really have the same temperament as the goddess of conspiracy." Aiden raised his hands, "I don't think we need to continue to debate this matter. Our values ​​​​are not at the same level at all."

"It can be seen that you have found a way to get along with dominant people like us." The dreamer nodded.

"To be honest, I'm also very confused, why do you rulers have such a moral character?"

After just a few minutes of chatting, Aiden decided that it was useless to complain to the ruler. This person, like the goddess of conspiracy, had no sense of morality and naturally no sense of shame. He lived only to please himself. It was completely meaningless to blame or accuse them.

"This has something to do with the nature of authority. The authority of 'wisdom' can replay memories, the authority of 'desire' can control the size of desires, and the authority of 'existence' can directly create things that one has conceived. As long as you have these authorities, the desires of mortals can be easily satisfied. If we don't continue to pursue new pleasures, sooner or later we will become as desireless as plants. We don't pursue authority to be plants." The dreamer replied, "After constantly creating things to satisfy myself, I finally like creation. Creation is a very interesting thing. I can't make things I don't know, but I can extract materials from things I know and re-synthesize new existence."

"From the perspective of mortals, you are the real pleasure offenders." Aiden shook his head.

"When you become a ruler, you will understand." The dreamer suddenly said mysteriously.