[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

The fragrant grass surrounds the calla lily in full bloom, creating a brocade. The flying butterflies linger among the flowers for a moment, fluttering their wings and flying towards the person standing in the center of the room.

The faceless man put down the newspaper and freed up his hands to provide a resting place for the butterfly. He seemed to be a caring and compassionate person who cherished all living beings.

If you think so, you are totally wrong.

Some ill-fated tender grasses were cut off at the waist and fell to the ground due to unknown involvement. The sword that committed the crime still stood in place, resting next to a photo of a woman, barely scratching a corner.

It seems that he considered exposing her photos, but finally stopped for some reasons.

In fact, it is not a serious photo. It is just a leftover cut from a certain issue of news report. The person who tore it off probably moved too much. There are still a few scattered groups of words under the photo, which can be pieced together into a sentence. .

["White Night Rose" Wienna landed in Red Harbor this morning and revealed her short hair style for the first time. 】

"Lord Im, the person has been introduced into the net."

The superior person known as Im-sama lowered his hand, and the butterfly, which had lost its habitat, flew away unsteadily, leaving behind the black and white photo that was connected to the sword blade.

Passers-by took out their swords and put them back into their sheaths, and walked farther and farther away from the narrow space filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants.

"Fortunately, I arrived a day early and had time to rehearse a few times. If something went wrong because the stage was too big, it would be a disgrace to our Dionysian Theater Company."

"The Tianlong people actually followed our rules and built such a high-standard theater."

The lighting engineer and the director stood in the middle of the empty stage chatting, and the actor came over with a sword slung across his shoulder to join in the fun and chat.

"After all, our Miss Wienna has a great reputation. Who doesn't want to see her go all out to perform a brand new play? Even this stage is too boring for me!"

A crew member passing by carrying a table paused briefly to taunt him.

"Is this still broken? Have you seen the transmission device under the stage? It is actually used in the last scene, and it will shock your jaw."

The male protagonist Slok was choked by a professional, and he had no confidence to contradict him, so he cleared his throat and changed the subject.

"Ahem, speaking of devices, the automatic 'sidewalk' really shocked me when I first entered the door. Unfortunately, Miss Wienna declined politely. I obviously wanted to experience it more."

The director, who was still looking around at the interior of the theater, looked back at him, his expression suddenly serious.

"Have you forgotten the Celestial Dragon you met at the door yesterday? If Miss Vienna hadn't been here, it would have been your turn to work as a coolie down that road."

The handsome dark-haired actor covered his chest with his hands, still feeling frightened.

Without the help of Ms. Wienna, who has the power of Jiujiu fruit, he might really become the slave of that female Celestial Dragon.

In just one day after arriving at Mariejoia, countless members of the troupe, including him, had been threatened and harassed in various ways. Some of them were from the royal family who came to attend the meeting, and most of the rest were harassed by the Celestial Dragons who could not refuse.

All these messes depend on Miss Wienna to come forward and settle things one by one. She seems to have some old acquaintances in high positions, and even the housekeepers who have their eyes on the top will step forward to smooth things over.

He sighed deeply.

"I really hope that after tonight's performance, we can leave Mariejoia as soon as possible. This place is really not a place for normal people to live."

Mina, who was arbitrarily wanted to be taken as a concubine by the Tianlong people this morning, came over and agreed with him.

"I can't wait to leave now."

She couldn't hide the worry in her eyes, covered her face with her hands and started staring at the expensive floor in a daze.

"I don't know why those people came to call Miss Wienna, why haven't they come back yet."

Mina turned her head to look for Saira.

"I don't know where Sera went. Miss Wienna was summoned alone and nothing will happen."

Director Lynes, a weathered middle-aged man, lowered the beret on his head a little, and his words were heavier than his voice.

"We can only trust Miss Wienna. If she can't handle it, we will be nothing more than fish on a plate."

He picked up the loudspeaker and shouted backstage in a rough voice.

"Have you had enough rest, you lazy idiots! Let's do it again!"

Since you can't help her, just do your part. Rather than worrying and wasting time, it's better to get used to the new stage again.

The members worked hard, performed their duties and got into the mood, starting a rehearsal without the female lead.

The situation is not as optimistic as they guessed.

The scarlet carpet pointed out a path to the front for those who came, and the long swords that penetrated the floor were filled with cold light. These ferocious weapons that had slaughtered countless creatures were guarding the throne at the top, demonstrating their unique status.

They claimed that this throne contained the world government's beautiful vision of an equal and harmonious community order, but they allowed the sovereign king to occupy it at will.

Equality can only exist under the check and balance of power. Once the Tianlong people's hegemony is not restrained, the equality they talk about will become just a castle in the air, and only the extremely stupid people will believe in the airs they put on.

Human beings' desire for power will multiply like algae accidentally thrown into the sewer. Maybe you just let it go, but you didn't know that it would fill up the dark corners without even realizing it, and even spread to those who were not aware of it. A place where it doesn't belong.

The woman standing on the low ground had her back as straight as a stone monument standing on the boundary line. One side of her slightly curly short hair was combed back, and the other side was curled in front of her forehead.

The burgundy color is more shocking than the bright red throne, and is far older than the inanimate seat.

"Long time no see, Dionysus (Δinuσo)."

The people on the Void Throne called out her name in a more secretive language. Dini had not said a word since she beat Yimu and retreated from the others. After hearing the words, she smiled and slowly spoke.

"Your Majesty has really been adhering to the principle of preparing for a rainy day for hundreds of years."

She raised her head and looked at the person sitting on the throne with the light behind her.

"The gears of the times are turning all the time. Even we cannot predict the direction of destiny. You should know it better than anyone else in the world."

Im adjusted her sitting position on the throne, intending to talk for a long time. Dini only heard the male and female voice continue to ask.

"A cloud of rhetoric. Master of drama, give me his name."

With a dull expression, the red-haired woman took her hand out of her gray striped suit pants, touched her face with her right hand, and placed her left hand across her chest, holding the elbow of her right hand for support.

"Some things don't have to be forced. If the time has not come, wouldn't it be a waste of revelation?"

She actually chuckled softly, which was quite mocking.

"On the contrary, Your Excellency Im used such an ingenious method to summon me to see you. I was really frightened out of my mind by the presence of that person."

An invisible sense of oppression swayed from high places, and the swords surrounding the throne were forcibly pressed in by this extremely strong force field. A safe zone was formed with Dini's feet as the center, while other areas were directly squeezed. Press until crushed.

The red carpet in the center of the hall bore the brunt of the impact and turned into a layer of powder in an instant. Dini's presence protected the part of the carpet under her feet from the damage.

She stood in the middle of the ruins with a smile on her face and continued to fan the flames naturally.

"You are so angry. We always attach great importance to contracts. As long as the price you pay is reasonable enough, I will definitely be able to deliver a perfect answer."

The light shines down from the dome, and in the center of the hall where the atmosphere is oppressive, the woman who is favored by the light steps on the only remaining scarlet velvet carpet, like the heroine on the stage who is the focus of attention, all the focus is on her, all the colors They all exist for her.

"You dare to threaten me?"

The warning words had no effect, Dini said while covering her face with one hand.

"It's just an amulet and some worthless stuff. Isn't this just a drop in the ocean to you? How can it be considered a threat?"

Lord Im snorted coldly.

"Humph, if you are greedy for small fortunes and profits, even a branch of Don Quixote's family can tie you up, but Dionysus is worse than every generation."

She smiled at the threatening words, as if the other person had told a funny joke.

"Without any effort, I'm capable enough to handle these little things."

Dini put down the hand holding her cheek and raised her index finger slightly.

The main hall returned to its original state without warning. The weapons floated up from the ground. The carpets that were supposed to disappear in the air were instantly spread out. The collapsed steps, cracked walls, and shattered chandeliers were all restored intact. It was as if nothing had happened just now.

"I will report it as promised, as for the specific time."

She paused deliberately, covered her mouth with her hands and said with a smile.

"It depends on your sincerity."

The man on the throne suddenly stood up, turned around, and walked down menacingly towards Dini. The heels of his shoes could still make a crisp sound against the carpeted tiles, which showed the depth and speed of each step.

When he was about to approach her, the visitor stopped and snorted coldly.

"Dionysus, remember what you said today."

The circle-shaped pupils seem to imply reincarnation and control, and the eyes are cold and inhumane. It seems that to this person, everything in the world is meaningless, and it should be taken for granted.

Dini had a cold smile on her face, not afraid of the eyes that looked at dead objects, and looked directly at him.

"I am sincerely afraid, Your Excellency Im."

The negotiation that had barely reached a consensus ended unhappily, and it was hinted to an extent that was almost explicit. Dini raised a bright smile and nodded to Im, then constructed the coordinates and left without waiting for his response.

"The tempers of those drama guys are really getting worse. How do you say that? The waves behind push the waves ahead? Difficult partners are also a headache, Master Im."

The person who sat back on the throne picked up a slender sword in front of the seat and threw it directly at the black-haired man who suddenly walked out of the shadows.

He took the sword, made two gestures in his hand, and whistled frivolously.

"It's a pity that she has such a beautiful face. I wonder if the next one will be a great beauty."

The hilt of the sword changed drastically the moment it came into contact with his finger. The originally silvery white blade was stained with an indelible blackness, like a pool of clear water completely muddy.

The man on the throne waved to him, and the man with mysterious tattoos on his body bent down and bowed, humming a song and walked back into the darkness.

Friends who are familiar with the Dionysus Troupe will be alert to the fact that what he sings is a variation of the classic aria in "The Rose of the Fourth Night", which represents women's accusation against men's fickleness and empty promises. But when he sang it in his mouth, it had a different meaning, full of teasing and ridicule.

“A man’s heart is like duckweed on the surface of the water, climbing up in the muddy water.”

"Women, women, don't commit yourself to that heartless kind."

His figure disappeared into the night, and the singing stopped abruptly.

The theater built next to the Social Square is grand and spectacular. A building of this scale cannot be built just by money. Many of the styles are unique to the world's nobility. The statues of gods everywhere are vividly carved, the crystal chandeliers are shining brightly, and the two statues of the goddess of war standing at the entrance of the theater with their hands on the door beams, their eyes guarding the two slopes for the entrance of Tianlong people.

The Celestial Dragon riding a giant slave was helped to the ground by the butler, and staggered into the theater.

"Father, if human women can perform anything good, why not go see my newly purchased giant slave."

The Celestial Dragon, who looked really unflattering, sniffed and complained stupidly about such lowly things as humans.

His father and sister gave him a few perfunctory words, saying that if they were not satisfied, he would be captured as a slave, and they hurriedly took their seats a few minutes before the play started.

The royal family leaders who were full of people saw that the person who made a fuss regardless of the atmosphere was a Celestial Dragon, so no matter how dissatisfied they were, they had no choice but to give up. Some of them not only know the Dionysian Theater Troupe, but are also frequent visitors to the Geofen Theater and have signed long-term contracts with the troupe. They also seemed more familiar with Dini when they greeted them yesterday.

The rest of the people had only read about the Dionysus Troupe in the morning newspaper. Today's performance was a way to see Dini's true appearance, and secondly, it was a preparation for the next week of high-intensity meetings that could drive people crazy. Rest your body and mind.

The curtain slowly rose, and in the darkness, a red-haired woman stood in the only light source on the edge of the stage. Her back was to the stage, and she held a simple armor-piercing sword in her right hand. There was no trace of blood on the blade. , a drop of blood condensed on the tip of the sword smashed into the floor tiles, forming a bloody spring on her side.

The woman's left hand hidden in the shadow seemed to be carrying something, and a "ticking" sound could be heard. She threw it casually, throwing the thing in her hand on the center of the stage like garbage.

The light was also attracted to that thing, and the moment it stopped rolling, the light also revealed its appearance to everyone.

A female Draco screamed. The moment the harsh noise came out, her throat seemed to be strangled tightly by an invisible hand, and she could no longer make a sound.

Not only her, but also the audience who saw this thing were shocked. They subconsciously wanted to express it in words, but the strange power controlled their mouthpieces.

It was a man's head, his blond hair was stained with blood on his face, and his eyes were cracked, so hideous that it made people feel like they were in an ice cave just by looking at it.

An armored knight came from the other side of the stage. His body was still trembling through the thick armor.

No one else, just because the woman who emerged from the silence was now walking towards him, throwing the long sword in her hand forward, lying on the floor with the man who was staring at death.

"I came to visit you in the middle of the night. Brother Wang is really thinking about my sister."

There was a kind smile on her lips, but her cyan purple eyes were calm. She was like a poisonous snake swimming in the deep sea, which might launch a fatal attack at any time, but she clumsily put on a non-toxic and harmless look. look like.

Perhaps she doesn't even bother to pretend, and her poor acting skills are just a mockery of the fact that no one can do anything to her.

The knight who came over was still trembling uncontrollably. He shivered and knelt down on one knee, just one step away from the man's head.

"Escort Prince Sardis back to his home. The night is cold. Take care of your noble brother."

"As you wish, Your Majesty Catalina."

The thin woman only wore a wide pure white knitted nightgown, her slender waist stretched out every movement, and her short burgundy hair stuck to the side of her face, wrapping her bright and charming face.

The woman stretched out and looked as lazy as a Persian cat playing in the sun.

But she had just killed her compatriot brother, cut off his head and held it in her hand, wading through the pool of blood flowing from the same bloodline as hers, pretending to be kind and asking the knight to "send" him back. As for The remaining body was not even mentioned.

No one will really think of her as a kitten. She is a sleeping dragon, a poisonous black rose on the corolla. To get along with her, you need to be vigilant at all times and be careful every step of the way. A slight mistake can lead to disaster. abyss.

The knight picked up the long sword on the ground and the bleeding head, and then retreated stiffly after receiving the order.

Catalina looked around and glanced at everyone in the audience. They saw her gentle smile, but what she did and the suffocating sense of coercion on her body made it impossible for people to feel the same kind of throbbing that they felt when the curtain opened against her slim back.

Several maids gathered around her and walked towards the darkness.

The device under the stage began to rotate, and the scene shifted from the corridor of the Queen's palace to the pavilion of the garden. A revolution hidden under the night was brewing here. Headed by the Queen's twelve knights, all the revolutionary forces in the capital A general attack will be launched tomorrow night.

In order to stabilize this cruel and tyrannical tyrant, they contacted Prince Sardis, who had a close relationship with Catalina, hoping that she could stay in the palace for a day for the sake of her fellow mother. , don’t go out and do anything outrageous again.

The prince who was supposed to enter the palace at noon today turned out to be the murderer who assassinated her late at night. With Catalina's murder of her own brother as the trigger, a storm followed.

The script is set within one day and night, and is based on the most intense conflict in the long history of this huge kingdom. The old king Catalina, who represents the brutal feudal power, and the new kings who symbolize hope and the future have a showdown in the palace. Behind the structure is a profound foundation in shaping characters under typical circumstances.

Catalina, the willful and arbitrary iron-blooded emperor, was once a willful daughter who fought for her country; the revolutionaries standing in the sunshine drew their swords against the queen who promoted them, and they themselves also have some unavoidable ugliness in human nature. Face: The ministers and guards who defected before the battle were loyal to the Queen on the surface, but secretly they were already dissatisfied with her leadership and were chipping away at her political power bit by bit.

There are also the poor and weak people, the maids and cronies who still love the queen, and a picture of all living beings during the decline of the dynasty is displayed in front of everyone in the audience.

The play reaches its climax at the banquet at noon the next day. The Queen had long known that there would be a beheading tonight, and she specially hosted a banquet to entertain her knights. Looking at these traitors she had dug out from the wilderness, the Queen sang her inner monologue.

Her crown was as bright as the sun, and her dress was as bright as clouds. Caterina raised her wine glass high, and the shining chandelier gradually dimmed. All the light focused on her, giving people a sense of inescapable fate. feel.

The endless power struggle has long polluted her soul. Catalina regards everyone as her old enemy. She no longer has a confidant. They will all betray her, they will all abuse her and spurn her behind her back. She cannot ask for someone. What a death.

Catalina walked to the front of the stage, held her wine glass in front of her, smiled and sang playfully, and then let go of her hand.

The moment the cup fell to the ground, the twelve knights behind her drew their weapons and came out of the darkness to surround her. The long swords placed on her slender neck were somewhat similar to her crown.

The last bass fell, the knights took back their ambitions, and Caterina slowly walked back to the main seat. The stage became brighter, and she refilled herself with a glass of wine.

Those were her assumptions about this farce, her suspicions about everyone, and their explanations for her past actions.

But no matter how much pain she has, her crimes are countless, and tonight's revolution is inevitable. In a duel with the most valiant knight in the empire, only the hero stood on the stage until the end, seizing the opportunity to take away the heavy sword in her hand.

The floor of the palace had long been covered by blood, and the pungent smell of blood made the distinguished people in the audience frown, but they were unwilling to hide away for fear that it would affect their enjoyment of the show.

Just when the actor was about to stab him with his sword, a thick fog enveloped him. The audience only thought that this was a wonderful turning point in the plot. However, everyone backstage was not prepared for this unexpected situation, and was pulled by Sera again. Hold down and don't allow them to interfere.

Sera bit her lips with red eyes, staring closely at the defenseless Dini.

The first thing to break out of the thick fog was a dark Western long sword. It did not stab the disarmed woman as its owner wished, but instead gave her an opportunity to squat down and turn around to raise the sword.

"Excellent! Show us some more wonderful counterattacks!"

"Don't lose to that low-class person! Charge forward, Queen Catalina!"

"Stop showing mercy, Lord Knight! Victory is in sight!"

The theater suddenly rang out with an overwhelming amount of applause and discussion. It was as if all the words that had been suppressed for a long time burst out at once. The group of noble people in the audience still felt that the death fight on the stage was not satisfying enough and fell into a trap. Even they themselves were not aware of the madness and intoxication.

"Katrina", who had always been provoking her opponent with ease with a smile, heard these voices, her expression suddenly changed, and she took on a posture of preparedness.

Attacks that were too fast to be recognized by vision followed one after another. Dini barely dodged the sword and added power to the sword to sweep towards the thick fog. As expected, the fog was not dispersed by her. Instead, it spread and blocked her from the outside world into two worlds.

It only takes this level of fighting to overwhelm her in terms of authority, which is more difficult than she expected.

"What they see outside is your 'classic script'. Have I ever said that I am a fan of your drama? No? That would be a pity."

The voice of a man talking to himself came from the fog, and Dini sneered, her voice as cold as ice.

"I am not blessed with your affection, [War]"