Sword of Dawn

His Majesty's silence and the seriousness of the surrounding atmosphere made the young playwright from Baron very nervous. He had already stopped telling his own story, and now he just waited anxiously in the silence, as if he was not showing his proud creation. Instead, a trial awaits.

The ups and downs in Gao Wen's mind gradually calmed down at this moment.

This is a film and television drama moved to the magic net terminal, it is the prototype of a movie, it is something he once conceived but has not had time to realize until now.

What does the establishment of the magic network broadcasting system mean?I am afraid that no scholar or philosopher in the current era can accurately calculate and summarize all the meanings it represents. Even Gao Wen himself can only say "it will change the whole world" in general - but there is no doubt about it. Yes, as a carrier that can rapidly disseminate massive amounts of information, Magic Web Broadcasting is not only used for daily communications, information released by the government affairs department, and advertisements released by big businessmen.

It can take on the responsibility of the spiritual needs of the new era—when the Cecilians are fed and clothed, when basic reading and writing skills are no longer the privileges of nobles and businessmen, when people are no longer satisfied with basic survival and After monotonous entertainment, they will definitely pursue some more advanced things.

As an "experienced person", Gao Wen knew the significance of this "spiritual need".

But people's energy is limited after all, and Gao Wen, a satellite elite, is no exception. The projects that the Government Affairs Department can promote at the same time are also limited——Magic Network Broadcasting has been developing rapidly since its appearance, and now there are several very popular ones. The welcome program also has some entertaining content broadcast, but such things as film and television dramas have not yet appeared. It is still in Gao Wen's mind. It is a plan that has not had time to prepare in detail, but before Gao Wen starts to act, A young man from the north has already thought of it.

"You came up with this?" Gawain finally broke the silence. He looked at the blond young man named Film, "Inspired by the holographic projection of the coronation ceremony?"

"Yes... yes, Your Majesty," Film hurriedly lowered his head and replied, "I was very surprised by those magic projections... I have only seen simple phantoms created by illusionists on the stage before—the great nobles Like to adorn their favorite repertoire with magical lights and shadows, but nothing has ever produced such large-scale, long-term, and exceptionally stable images like those magic net terminals, and I have also heard that it can record images, So… a few ideas came up.”

"This is an idea of ​​infinite value... Cod didn't let me miss this treasure." Gawain sighed sincerely, and glanced at the repertoire in mid-air again——

The farce with a simple plot is still being played. As the prototype of film and television drama, it is actually very primitive in Gao Wen's view. It still retains a lot of characteristics of theater performances, such as overly cumbersome aria-style lines and unrealistic characters. Dressing up, exaggerated physical performance, and although it can be seen that the actors on the screen are performing hard and have solid stage skills, Gao Wen can still find that they are very uncomfortable in the performance environment under the "photographic device", they are very stiff, There are tensions that a professional actor shouldn't have, which greatly affects the quality of this segment.

It is at best a draft for demonstration purposes.

However, Amber next to her stared at those pictures intently. Even after watching it two or three times, she still looked very interested.

Amber's reaction may represent the reaction of the vast majority of ordinary people when they see these plays—drama has always been the monopoly of upper-class citizens or nobles, and the most ordinary performances that ordinary people can access are the crappy performances of bards. Rap and juggling farce during festivals, even though magic net terminals, newspapers, and magazines are constantly filling the boring spiritual life of ordinary people, but in the field of "stage", plays with interesting plots are still the most in short supply for everyone s things.

Even the cheesy episodes of the repertoire should be quite amusing to those who have never been to the theater.

But Gao Wen would not be satisfied with this kind of thing.

"Do you have a good script?" He looked at Film and asked gently.

"I...I'm not a real playwright yet, and I'm not qualified to write my own plays," Film said nervously. "I just intercepted and adapted a fragment of my father's play. But I'm trying to write some of my own." story……"

Film nervously spoke out about his private attempt to write a story, but as soon as he uttered this sentence, he immediately regretted it - he was really in a daze, why did he show off his immature things in front of His Majesty the Emperor? Ridiculous story?What if His Majesty asks himself to come up with those stories?What if those stories offend His Majesty?

Beads of sweat were visible to the naked eye protruding from Film's forehead. Rebecca immediately noticed this, and hurried to open the window—the cold winter wind howled into the room, and the next second the window was at Gao Wen's discretion. With a wave of his hand, he closed it again.

"Go and read a book." Gawain glanced at Rebecca, then at Film, and said what the other party didn't want to hear at the moment, "Let me read what you wrote."

Film's body shook, he felt as if he was falling backwards, but a hand calmly supported his lower back.

Fendil's voice reached his ears: "My friend, your stories are very interesting."

At this moment, Film couldn't care about Fendil's identity—he was someone he could only look up to here anyway, so he simply gave it up and recovered some courage from Fendil's encouragement. Reaching into the inside pocket of the coat, he took out a slightly worn notebook from it.

"Your Majesty...this is a story I wrote," he handed over the notebook, "it's still very immature, please forgive me if the content is presumptuous..."

"It's okay, it's just a story." Gao Wen said casually, took Film's notebook, and flipped through it casually.

There are some messy and intermittent narratives in the front, and the content still cannot avoid elements such as knights, princesses, gods, and supernatural beings. Although some novel ideas of young people can be seen, they are actually only repaired on the basis of predecessors. It was just a revision, but the latter part caught Gao Wen's attention.

"Is this... your experience on the Highlander?" He raised his eyelids and pointed to the last few pages of the notebook.

"Uh...Actually...not all of them," Film tried to organize his words, "I saw some of them on that mechanical ship, but the stories behind those passengers, the background before their departure, their arrival at the southern border The various experiences afterwards, these are all exaggerated and imaginary, especially the passages describing the passengers after they arrived in the southern border... all are my imagination, after all we dispersed after landing, I can only rely on my own experience Let's guess what those people will go through."

Film could not help but feel ashamed as he spoke. He knew that his "vulgar" story about the immigrants living on the ship was quite unsuitable for this occasion. There were no noble knights or bravery in the story. Without the wise admonitions of the gods and sages, not even heroic monologues and narration poems, such things would seem crude to be performed on the street stage of the Harvest Festival, not to mention that this is a palace...

However, he saw His Majesty the Emperor in front of him smiling and nodding: "It's interesting..."

Gawain closed his notes and glanced at the somewhat stunned Film.

"Very few playwrights write this 'practical', 'logical' stuff, few focus on an interesting story rather than a tasteful hero mask, and you cut out narrated poems and formulaic monologues...does this story have a name?"

Film was still in a daze at the moment, he said subconsciously without much thought: "It's called "Going South"..."

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "...it's really a simple and straightforward name, and it's also interesting."

Film immediately lowered his head: "Your Majesty, I am ashamed..."

"No, don't be ashamed, the name is very good, and the story is also very good, although it's not really a script," Gawain shook his head, looked Film in the eyes and asked, "Have you used the magic net terminal I recorded a phantom play, have you noticed any difference between the performance under the camera crystal and the stage performance?"

Film did not expect that His Majesty the Emperor would suddenly ask himself such a detailed and professional question, but he did notice something in this regard, so he quickly replied: "The traditional stage is open and fixed, and actors and sets are directly Presented in front of everyone, but the magic net terminal is like an 'eye', its 'stage' depends on its 'focus'..."

Gao Wen had more than one question, he continued to ask:

"Have you considered how to switch scenes under the photographic crystal?"

"Have you considered the difference between the script format required for a phantom drama and the script format for a stage play?"

"The rhythm of the phantom drama is different from that of the stage play, have you noticed this?"

"Under the crystal of photography, illusion magic can produce better effects than on stage, do you have any ideas on this?"

"Let's conceive such a story, which will be presented in the form of a phantom drama..."

Gao Wen asked his own questions one after another. He was already excited. The emergence of new things made him feel the excitement of the times advancing before his eyes again. His conversation with Film became more and more in-depth, more and more The wider the topic, the sooner the topic reached the level that others could barely understand—even Rebecca was dumbfounded.

She couldn't help coming to Amber's side, and poked the latter's arm carefully: "Hey, hey, what are you talking about here?"

"How would I know?" Amber curled her lips, "Let me tell you, once he suddenly talks to others about a lot of topics that you can't understand, you'd better not listen hard, otherwise you will definitely have a headache Yes, I have a lot of experience..."

"……Wow."

Eleven, who had hardly interrupted since entering the room, was at a loss just like Rebecca and Amber at this time. Instead, it was Fendil who was standing behind Film, because he often discussed with him during the journey. Regarding the matter of the phantom drama, I vaguely understand some things.

Therefore, he and Film soon had the same weird idea——

His Majesty Gao Wen was able to extend the topic in such a detailed and specific way when facing such a brand new thing, and even extended it to the future development of such a thing. It was as if he had thought of such a thing long ago, and even foreseen it The future of things in general! !

Sweat dripped from Film's forehead again. The question Gawain raised was not easy for him to answer - even though he was the inventor of the phantom drama, he hadn't thought about so many things at all. Before he had time to discover so many questions, after struggling to answer a series of questions, and after Gawain finally gave him some time to breathe, the young man from Barron finally couldn't help it anymore. He was bold but hesitant. He said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, have you... actually thought of such things as phantom dramas a long time ago?"

As soon as he said this sentence, the more he thought about it, the more likely he felt it was possible—after all, it is said that the magic web broadcast was first proposed by His Majesty Gawain Cecil...

Gawain immediately reacted after hearing what Film said.

He may have asked too much and talked too much.

It was so much that it made the interesting young man in front of him doubt his life.

"No, I'm just good at discovering new things." Gawain laughed, shaking his head, his eyes fell on the young man from Barron, "Mr. Film, you created the Phantom Drama, That's absolutely true, don't doubt it."

Chapter 0742 The Invisible Object

Gao Wen had high hopes for the young man in front of him who created the Phantom Drama.

Film will receive direct sponsorship from Cecil's royal family, and the team, funds, equipment, and venue he needs will all be met.

Gao Wen never minded that someone came up with an idea before him as a time traveler, and he didn't mind that someone could realize them instead of him, because he knew very early on that human energy and talent were limited, and he couldn't rely on One's own ability creates all aspects needed for the operation of the entire society, and all of this is ultimately accomplished by the "people" who make up the society.

And after talking with Melita Pernia, after the other party vaguely mentioned the key information about "spontaneous development of society" and "hidden dangers of mechanical gods", he became more determined in this regard—— The energy is used to promote the development of society, allowing the public to build their own lives, instead of creating something out of thin air by him, a traveler.

Of course, as an experienced person, when some new things are immature at the early stage of birth, he still needs to make some corrections and reminders—that’s all he needs to do.

"Your Majesty, I... am very grateful." After knowing how much support he will receive, Film's surprise and excitement can be imagined, "I will definitely not disappoint your expectations, and I will do the best The Phantom Drama is dedicated to you!"

"Don't make something dedicated to me." Gawain shook his head immediately, "This is not your original intention of creating the phantom drama - your phantom drama is for more ordinary people, for those who cannot enter the theater People who want to read it, just write stories that you like and that the public likes, and if the citizens of the empire like it, then they should dedicate it to me.”

Perhaps no nobleman or king has ever said such a thing, at least in the perception of Film, this young man from Baron seemed to be greatly touched, and Gawain continued: "In addition, such a new Things should be promoted. As the patent holder of the magic shadow drama, you should not just be a person who creates scripts and shoots the magic shadow drama. It is extremely beneficial, and you yourself can benefit from patent licensing."

"I..." Film calmed down from the excitement, showing some uneasiness, "Thank you for your trust, but... I don't know what to do, I have never been exposed to this kind of thing."

"Your Majesty, if you allow me, I'd be happy to help Film," Fendil said suddenly. "Although I don't know anything about performances or scripts, I know how to deal with people."

Gawain smiled: "If Mr. Film has no objections."

Film turned his head to look at his "noble friend" in surprise, after a short period of stunned, bewildered, nervous and pondering, he finally showed a smile: "If it's possible... of course, I'm very happy... honored. "

"Just say you're happy. It's not an honor. I'm still very honored to be involved in such an exciting cause," Fendil laughed heartily, and that laughter directly dispelled Film's accumulated tension. Then the young nobleman from the northern border looked at Eleven again, "Hey, aren't you going to participate?"

"Me?" Eleven was a little surprised, "Why did you call me?"

"You have a business acumen inherited from your family," Fendil spread his hands, "Don't say you don't realize the relationship between phantom drama and business."

"...Father hopes that I can learn some knowledge about magic technology and social order in the southern border," Eleven said hesitantly, and quietly and quickly glanced at Gao Wen, then quickly looked back, "Your Majesty You know, I'm here to learn—and so are you."

"Please, friend, you're an adult!" Fendil's eyes widened exaggeratedly, "Are you the kind of child who can only learn knowledge in the study with a tutor? This is the southern border, can you Almost everything you come into contact with is the object of your study!"

Gawain looked at this scene with a smile on his face, and suddenly felt a little emotion - it's nice to be young.

He broke the silence: "With your identities and responsibilities, you should do something that can participate in social activities. Imperial College's course work will not put too much pressure on you, and it encourages students to do more. practice."

Fendil looked at Eleven: "Look, His Majesty said so."

"Then... I'm willing to participate," Eleven laughed, reaching out his hand to Film, "Mr. Film, I hope we can get along well."

Rebecca, who was pretending to read the book for a long time, came over without losing the opportunity, and interjected: "If you have technical troubles, you can come to me--I usually have a lot of jobs, so I can't join you, but I can still help out a little." ...I think that phantom drama is very interesting!"

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The young people left, leaving only Gao Wen and Amber in the study.

Film did not take the "projection equipment" with him, it remained on Gao Wen's desk, and the video clips were still playing in a loop at this moment, and Amber finally lost interest in it after watching it so many times, she just Somewhat curious about Gao Wen's enthusiasm just now, he couldn't help asking: "Is this phantom drama really so important? I think your attitude is different from the past, and you pay more attention to it than ordinary folk inventions... almost It’s the same as when I heard that the trial production of the aircraft was successful.”

"Of course it's important. The construction of the spiritual realm has always been as important as the material realm." Gao Wen glanced at Amber, "You forget how newspapers and magic web broadcasts affected the public quickly and on a large scale, and you forgot that you were in Sansu How did Neal use the power of propaganda?"

"I remember this. Later, the Military Intelligence Bureau held a summary meeting. Mr. Godwin also went to be a consultant and brought up the concept of 'the influence of information coverage efficiency on the group within a unit of time'. Now the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Propaganda Each department has a team working on this. But when it comes to phantom dramas...it doesn’t seem to be the same as newspaper broadcasts?”

"You are very sharp, it is really different," Gao Wen nodded slightly, "It is not direct propaganda, but it can be used for publicity, its essence is an entertainment tool, it is used to satisfy people's spiritual needs, This means that people will absorb what it shows more actively and unconsciously. It may not deliberately and publicly promote anything, but it can convey some information subtly and for a long time. This effect is its unique some.

"Of course, I don't only pay attention to these things, even if the role of propaganda is aside, the phantom drama itself is very interesting, isn't it?

"People will always pursue some spiritual satisfaction after eating and clothing. Now everyone has football, chess and card entertainment, newspapers and radio. Next, they will have ghost dramas. I don't care. It's called food for the soul."

"...Your theories are always different," Amber curled her lips, "but there are some truths."

Gao Wen smiled, and didn't care about the little rashness in Amber's words. He just lowered his head, looked at some documents and letters on the desk, and was temporarily lost in thought.

After a few seconds of silence, he raised his head: "In the foreign affairs letter that Typhon sent last time, he mentioned that he hoped to send overseas students, hoping to establish a more active and harmonious diplomatic relationship with Cecil, right?"

"Yeah," Amber nodded, "but it's obvious that she has no good intentions, and the concept of international students... I just want to learn something by stealing it."

"I think this is a good thing." Gao Wen said something that surprised Amber, "In fact, I have already decided to agree to this matter."

Amber's eyes widened immediately, but before she exclaimed and questioned, she suddenly guessed what Gao Wen's next arrangement would be.

In any case, after sitting in the top position of the Military Intelligence Bureau for the past two years, she has extra sensitivity to certain fields.

"It seems that you have thought of it too," Gao Wen nodded when he saw Amber's reaction, "Since Typhon wants to establish a more positive and harmonious diplomatic relationship with us, the friendly and open Cecil has no reason to refuse—we There can be some wider and more in-depth commercial activities, you see, since it is a business, it is not too much for some Cecilians to invest in some new theaters in Typhon, right?"

Amber blinked: "Won't Rosetta notice anything?"

"At first, he wouldn't notice it, and then he couldn't refuse," Gao Wen said slowly, his tone suddenly dark and deep, "After a while, he might not like the things we shoot, but so what? The people of Typhon will love it."

"...Mom."

After a little exclamation, Amber quickly turned her attention back to the topic of overseas students: "But no matter what, a group of Typhonians will definitely come in as overseas students... Sigh, Thinking about it makes my head big."

Gao Wen just looked at her with a half-smile: "As I said just now, this is a good thing."

The tips of Amber's ears trembled: "Oh?"

Gawain raised his eyes, looked over Amber's head, and landed on the map depicting the entire continent.

His tone is leisurely.

"Students from the Typhons come in, come to this bustling, novelty, earth-shattering Cecil, they come for knowledge and intelligence, they are handpicked, loyal to Rosetta Augustus Typhonians, but by the time they go back...it’s not certain how many are Typhonians.”

After speaking, Gao Wen paused for a moment, and looked at Amber with a half-smile: "Do you think so?"

Amber sighed, her ears and shoulders slumped together: "Oh, that's why I said that thinking about it makes my head big."

The half-elf lady's face was full of frustration, and there seemed to be a few words engraved in her eyes: I don't want to work overtime.

Gao Wen ignored her.

He leaned on the back of the chair and cast his eyes on a certain distance. After a long time of thinking and silence, he whispered in a tone as if he was talking to himself: "Actually, if the people of Typhon just came to learn some skills... ...I really don't mind too much."

A map depicting the entire territory of the continent is hung on the wall. The Typhon Empire and Cecil Empire are closely adjacent to each other. The zigzag border area seems to be intertwined, as if flesh and blood are connected to bones.

Gao Wen didn't mind using any measures to guard against this hungry neighbor, and didn't mind using any means to plant traps, hide daggers, and cast poison, because it was another empire, and it was not very friendly, and it had already been well-worn. An empire of fangs and claws.

If it were Rosetta Augustus, she would definitely do it, and she would even be doing the same thing—the civil war in Ansu and the blood and fire in Fort Contracting are still vivid in my mind. Facts have proved that in the face of national interests, that Emperor Rosetta's methods were no milder than Gao Wen's.

But Gawain also doesn't mind that Typhon's industry can develop, and he doesn't mind that Typhon's civilians can survive the challenges of the next era.

Because in front of the demon tide and the gods, everyone is mortal.

Every more power in the hands of mortals, the higher the chances of civilization surviving this season.

Gawain sighed lightly.

This sense of contradiction and tearing will probably haunt him forever, haunting him to make countless unavoidable choices until... the day the wall collapses.

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