[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

A large sailing battleship is moored in the port of Rorgion, with a flag with the word "marine" and a seagull pattern flying high on the mast.

This performance requires an unprecedented amount of materials. The crew of the Dionysus Theater came to the port in advance to inventory the props, costumes and daily supplies of the entourage. With the help of the navy, they loaded them into the full sail suit used by the troupe for the tour. On board the ship "Lauren".

Dini, who had not originally planned to contact the World Economic and Social Service now, was delayed a lot by Morgans' sudden phone call. He didn't know where he heard the news, and strongly requested Dini to take a picture of her last scene after boarding the warship. Send beautiful photos.

Dini originally had this intention, and after some discussion, she told him to send the photo to the World Economic Society at the latest tonight. In the following time, Morgans kept bargaining with her, going back and forth for the share and subsequent contribution time.

She stepped on champagne-colored strappy high-heeled shoes that were a full ten centimeters and walked slowly to the pier. Next to her, Sera, who was still much taller than Dini in flat shoes, had to jog to keep up with her speed. Dini held the phone in her left hand to discuss business with Morgans, and her right hand hanging by her side swung back and forth with her steps, leisurely as if she was walking in a show.

"A big shot like you still needs me to provide photos of the World Conference? Stop making fun of me."

"It's useless even if you give me 80%. You don't need me as an informant."

"I saw the Navy warship, Mr. Morgans, let's talk later."

Morgans was still insisting that the Dionysus Troupe send him some direct news from the first scene. Dini didn't want to wade into muddy waters, so she dealt with it perfunctorily.

After carrying all the supplies stacked up like several hills onto the ship, the theater director and his assistant ran over to report to Dini.

"Ms. Vienna, all the supplies have been filled in the cargo hold and are ready to go at any time."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Dini smiled and nodded to him, feeling that there was a rather fiery gaze staring at her from behind him. She tilted her head to the right to see who it was, and Sera beside her reminded her in a low voice that it was time to go say hello to the navy. They were still waiting above.

Dini had no time to think about it and turned towards the gangway lowered by the warship. Except for the crew members who were loading at the dock, the others had already boarded the Laurel after receiving Dini's instructions to sort out the props and costumes needed in the short term and clean the deck. and room.

On the main deck of the warship, some members who had no actual work and were on standby were glaring at the navy soldiers who were armed with live ammunition. This group of soldiers uniformly dressed in standard uniforms stood upright, surrounding them with extremely small intervals on both sides, and the darkness was so dense that it made people breathless.

Ms. Vienna, why haven't you come up yet?

The face of the senior navy general wearing a coat of justice became darker and darker, and his impatience was evident. He looked back at Lieutenant General Kuzan, who was sleeping with his face covered with a book, and laughed out loud. In this case, it was lucky that he could sleep.

The sound of the hard heels of high heels hitting the metal came from a distance, like a burst of percussion that was not impatient. This meant that the owner of the sound was approaching slowly, seemingly caring or not. The gathered members of the Dionysus troupe, just like the curtain call on the stage, tacitly made way from the middle to both sides to welcome the next important guest on the stage.

A red-haired woman wearing a light gold gauze mermaid skirt walked through the crowd. The chest-length skirt showed off her graceful shoulders and neck, and the skirt was partially covered with hazy mesh.

Her waist-length curly hair was like waves of red wine poured into a glass. Apart from the drop-shaped diamond earrings on her ears, she chose no other accessories. But it was elegant enough, after all, her eyes themselves were like fine violet agate.

The color conflict between burgundy and cyanosis makes her warm yet cool. When her red fever scorches your vision and makes you feel your throat is parched with thirst, the purple spring water comes from her eyes to save your sanity that is about to burn out.

The colorful beads and sequins were awakened by the sunlight and merged into a shining golden river as they moved around, as if they had been rushing towards the sun since the beginning of the world, multiplying and irrigating countless civilizations.

Just like how she feels, she is both young and old.

The moment you see her, you will think of the newly sprouted buds of Eve of the Sun Tree, the Neptunes swimming in the ocean, or the rough diamonds that have just left the ground, and the terracotta that supports the entire ring-shaped continent.

Warm and cool, young and ancient. She maintains a delicate balance between these two contradictions, creating an indescribable sense of mystery that makes you unconsciously want to get close to her, and it is best to know even a little bit about her.

The "Rose of the White Night" that was so popular in the newspapers was nothing compared to her real person. It was natural to escort such a person, not to mention using a warship, or to open a route specially for her.

Dini put her hand on Sera's palm and led her to the front. She heard a slight sound of inhalation coming from around her. She stood in front of the naval captain at a certain distance, covering her chest and bending slightly toward him. He bowed at the waist and spoke with a smile on his face.

"I am the troupe leader Vienna. On behalf of the Dionysian troupe, I would like to express my gratitude to the naval officers who participated in this escort. I will trouble you to worry about the rest of the voyage."

The colonel, who was still staring at her in a daze, suddenly came back to his senses when he heard her cold and magnetic voice, scratched his head and replied hesitantly: "It's just a matter of duty, there is no need to be so polite."

He paused and said with some hesitation: "The person in charge of this escort is Lieutenant General Kuzan." He tilted his head back, indicating that the man lying on the chair and sunbathing on Dini's side was the Vice Admiral. "Kuzan".

The colonel also wanted to tell her that Lieutenant General Kuzan didn't like others disturbing his sleep, so he shouldn't say hello yet. Dini smiled and nodded to him, then walked around him towards the Vice Admiral.

The mission protection target and the mission leader were in a reasonable relationship. No one tried to stop Dini. Of course, no one wanted to stop Dini.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, this escort mission has been busy."

As a lieutenant general, he was the only person in the navy who was not wearing standard uniforms. After hearing the voice, the eclectic admiral impatiently took the nautical chart book off his face and tried to read it through a pair of round sunglasses. Let's see who makes him uncomfortable.

Within three seconds of raising his head, he put the book on his face and continued sleeping, mumbling something.

The colonel, who was sweating for Dini later, now felt his heart in his throat. There was a conflict with the Lieutenant General on the first day. Even if Lieutenant General Kuzan is indeed not a fussy person, it will probably be affected to some extent in the following days.

Dini, who was closest to Kuzan, clearly heard the words, "What, it turns out I'm still dreaming."

She continued with a smile: "Did you pay back the money in the dream? Mr. Kuzan."

After hearing the keyword, Kuzan suddenly sat up from the beach chair. The book on his face flew out at an outrageous speed and hit a navy man standing far away. After the unlucky marine squatted down with his face covered, Kuzan rubbed his curly hair and sat on the chair with his legs spread sideways, ensuring that he could roughly look at Dini.

"Ah la la la, always talking about 'money, money, money', people will grow old soon, Wienna."

Deanie refuted him with one hand on her hip.

"It's not gentlemanly to threaten a woman with her age."

We will not tell you how Dini became the Vice Admiral's creditor. In short, when Dini looked expressionlessly at the broken wine bottles mixed with ice in the cabin, and turned back to look at Kuzan who was stuck on the ice, the scene was too bleak and desolate.

[Lieutenant General Kuzan caused unprovoked trouble during his vacation, causing a wine merchant's transport team to suffer huge property losses] This is how the Navy Headquarters assessed the accident and stated that it was not responsible for the incident. Lieutenant General Kuzan, who has been following Lieutenant General Karp's "mischief" and frequently financially beating the Navy Secretariat, finally has to pay for a ship of liqueur worth 275 million.

Kuzan, who could not get bounties as a sailor, once considered secretly working part-time as a bounty hunter.

The deputy manager of the financial department of the Dionysus Theater repeatedly urged Lieutenant General Kuzan to pay back the money. The man would answer the phone a few times and pretend to be stupid to get the matter over with. After a while, he would simply ignore it. Even the deputy manager Even if I complained to the Navy Headquarters with the compensation form, I couldn't get in touch with him.

In the end, it was the troupe director Dini who personally found Kuzan, who was fooling around and refused to pay back the money, and forced him to transfer his navy allowance to the troupe's account, with Quan Dang making monthly payments, and the matter came to an end.

But since then, the frustrated Lieutenant General Kuzan complained to Dini from time to time that he was unable to make ends meet this month and could hardly afford to eat in the navy canteen. Dini would smile and tell him that he could sign a deed of sale to pay off the debt, and that the troupe would not treat a strong stevedore badly.

If the Navy Headquarters knew that their general candidate was almost bought for a "measly" 275 million, they would definitely pay the compensation to the Dionysian Troupe without saying a word.

Kuzan yawned and stood up, raising his sunglasses to wipe his tears.

"Hey, if I am a gentleman, could you consider returning my allowance to me first?"

The Vice Admiral, who was nearly three meters tall, had a sharp cold look even in his defenseless appearance. Dini put her right hand on her hips and looked up at him, answering him with a smile.

"How can a proper gentleman owe a lady money, Mr. Couzin."

Dini tilted her head slightly to the left, a strand of red hair that was originally tucked behind her ear escaped to her face disobediently, and her diamond earrings shone brightly in the sun.

"But for the sake of this escort mission, I will consider cutting off part of your debt as appropriate."

"Ah la la, thank God for that. Weienna is indeed a kind-hearted person."

Seeing the troupe leader and the vice admiral chatting away, the stagnant air on the main deck began to flow again. The navy's accompanying secretary briefly described to Dini the special conditions that might exist during the voyage, and assured her that the navy could absolutely safely escort the Dionysus troupe to Mariejoia.

Dini exchanged greetings with her and took Sera to bid farewell to Lieutenant General Kuzan and return to the Laurel. The warship and the Laurel set sail from Rorgion and sailed to Marie Joa on the Red Earth Continent in the morning light.

Time is limited and the troupe has no time to rest. Dini asked people to clean up the rehearsal room immediately and started rehearsing immediately.

After changing from the dress that made movement difficult, Dini wore a brown and black ribbed tank top, and a pair of pure black high-waisted casual pants, which facilitated body movements and inadvertently outlined her slender but concave and convex shape. Nice figure. Her long burgundy hair was tied into a high ponytail on the back of her head, swaying as she moved.

"Don't hesitate when you swing the last sword. Treat me as your real enemy and strike me down with the hatred of wanting to send me to hell."

Dini, who was lying on the ground, stood up and pointed out that the fight part of the hero's last scene was not emotionally intense enough and the effect was only unsatisfactory.

"Your aura is so strong that it makes me cringe unconsciously." The actor Slok explained to Dini. She sheathed her sword and continued: "How can you succumb to the old forces that are about to collapse? Show your spirit as the 'new king'."

She looked at Slok, who was slightly tired.

"Perhaps it would be better for you to train with the Navy for a few days? You're too weak right now, Slok."

The dark-haired actor kept saying no, and Dini smiled and told him that his objection was invalid. She would go and apply to Lieutenant General Kuzan soon.

Outside the rehearsal room, several figures were sneaking up on the glass and looking in.

"Miss Vienna's throat-piercing sword is so cool."

"It's also very neat to turn around and block, not sloppy at all."

"Didn't any of you notice her kicking skills? That leg could probably kick me silly."

"Seniors, it seems someone is coming."

The black-haired marine whose sight was blocked anxiously reported to his seniors. The marine who pressed his face against the door waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay. Everyone is training on the warship now. No one will know that we sneaked in here." .”

Isn't the matter bigger? Senior! The black-haired young man wanted to drag his seniors away with his hands, but a man's voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"What are you looking at?"

"Of course it's to watch Miss Vienna rehearse, I told you she just"

The navy man lying on the door didn't hear the answers from his companions, and turned around specifically to brag about how exciting Dini's fighting moves were.

His smile was frozen on his face, as pale and pitiful as a gecko nailed to the wall to dry.

"I'm so sorry! Lieutenant General Kuzan!"

"Ah la la la, there is no need to apologize to me so loudly, it will make your ears deaf."

The few sailors who immediately became as quiet as quails did not dare to act rashly anymore and stood at attention against the outer wall of the training room. Just when they thought they were about to be arrested by the lieutenant general for training, Kuzan walked slowly to the door, bent down and pressed his face against the glass to look inside.

It turns out that you also skipped training and came to take a peek.

The navy standing still muttered in their hearts and heard Lieutenant General Kuzan say to them again: "Who is that over there? Tell me what happened just now?"

The navy, who received the pardon, came over and began to describe to the lieutenant how great Dini's acting skills were.

The stage director and Dini discussed some details of sound and light effects and performance, and the rehearsal that lasted from sunrise to sunset finally came to an end. The actors with multiple roles were so tired that they wanted to lie down on the ground. They were also worried that Slok had just been sent to train with the navy. They were afraid of following in his footsteps and did not dare to sit or stand.

"Let's get here today and continue rehearsing tomorrow morning."

No one dared to say "no", and the drama team began to tidy up the rehearsal room; the prop team packed the rare things that had been purchased with a lot of money into boxes; the actors rubbed their sore waists and communicated with each other which action they had not done just now. In place; the orchestra man was just about to pack some string instruments into his bag. Taking the coat from Sera, Dini turned her face sideways and said with a smile:

"Go back to your room and get ready. There will be a banquet to reward everyone tonight."

There was a burst of happy cheers in the room.

As the so-called mantis catches cicadas, the oriole is behind.

Dini constructed her own coordinates directly outside the door, crossed her arms, and said with a smile to Lieutenant General Kuzan, who was leaning against the cabin door and peeking: "Our rehearsals also require viewing fees, Mr. Kuzan. .”

Kuzan noticed it the moment she appeared behind her. He turned around stiffly and wanted to argue that he was not the only one watching, but suddenly he remembered that those guys had just been sent back to train by him.

"Vivienna, I just happened to be passing by to see if there was anything I could help with."

No one would believe this reason. How could people who were supposed to be on a warship "pass by" on another ship?

He pushed up his round sunglasses and felt the cold sweat on his nose.

"Didn't I say that I also need a young and strong stevedore?"

Why are you still thinking about letting me move the goods?

"It's too pitiful to be a stevedore. Is there no other choice? A leading actor or something." Kuzan tried to smooth over the matter of paying, but Dini didn't embarrass him any more and asked him to help train Si. Locke.

The two talked about the content and intensity of training for a while, and the troupe members came out of the rehearsal room one after another. After greeting Dini and Kuzan, they walked towards the room with obvious joy.

Dini moved closer to Kuzan. Dini, who was nearly 1.2 meters shorter than him, did not lose to him in terms of momentum. Like a lazy but dangerous lion, she interrogates the other animal inhabitants of her precinct.

"The troupe is holding a banquet tonight, do you want to come?"

The man seemed to be thinking about something else.

"Ah la la la, I'd be happy to go, but I've agreed in advance that I don't have any extra money for drinks."

Dini raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "It's really chilling, Kuzan. When will I ever ask you for drink money?"

Lieutenant General Kuzan, whose salary has been greatly reduced, has been engaging in prostitution in the navy's drinking bureaus all year round, and was almost blacklisted from the navy's party gatherings. After a long time, even the shameless Lieutenant General Kuzan felt a little embarrassed. He yelled to Dini that no matter what, he had to give him some face money, and Dini sent him a lot of good wine for him to keep in the apartment. For a time, the former poor man Gui Ku agreed to the headquarters' dinner party, and many sailors would rather pay him to go out drinking with him.

Miss Wienna, who was you asking me for the viewing fee just now? Kuzan cursed and coughed twice, straightening the indigo turban with a seagull print on his head.

"How could I question Miss Wienna's intentions? I will definitely be there on time!"

The red-haired woman ignored his awkward words, smiled and told Kuzan not to oversleep, walked around Kuzan, opened the door and returned to the rehearsal room, leaving only his beautiful back with a red ponytail.

"What an incredible woman."

The dark-skinned man scratched the explosive curls on his head, yawned, and returned to the warship. On the way, he also caught the sailors who were punished for escaping training and jumped around the warship, and lightly gave them ten more laps. .

In an empty rehearsal room, a red-haired woman was holding a crude-looking pottery doll and murmuring to herself. The emotions in her voice changed rapidly, ranging from joy to anger. If it weren't for the tired and weak expression she always wore, one would have thought she was in those emotions at the moment.

Every time the woman said something, the pottery doll in the palm of her hand would repeat it in the same voice, even imitating her usual tone perfectly.

She raised her hand irritably to push the hair back from her forehead, but her voice was soft and soft, like a whisper between lovers.

"I'll be back soon, Dover."

Then the voice of the pottery doll sounded.

"I'll be back soon, Dover."