[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

Night has not yet fallen on the earth, but this small island in the North Sea is already brightly lit. The port is almost full of all kinds of moored ships. People are constantly landing on cruise ships, and there are even some hanging boats in the harbor. Pirate ship with pirate flag. The young women were carefully groomed and dressed. They put their hair up high and skillfully rolled it into a bud shape, and pinned a rose to their ears that had been in a vase since morning. In the past, housewives who devoted their lives to their husbands and children also took a rare break to put on the lipstick they had been idle for a long time, and also pinned a delicate rose to their chests.

Such large-scale women's activities are rare. If you are an out-of-town tourist, you may wonder if you are attending a festival on the island. But as long as you buy the Morning Post, or pay attention to the promotional posters ubiquitous in the streets, you will immediately understand the reason.

[The ecstasy of love and dreams—"The Fourth Night of Roses" is on tour in the North Sea]

The most eye-catching words on the poster are presented in bold and enlarged Gothic font in the middle part:

【Dionysiantroupe】

This is a new theater troupe that has emerged in the North Sea in the past two years. It usually only performs on offshore platforms, but it will also periodically visit the shore to replenish resources and take the opportunity to perform tours on land.

The plays performed by the Dionysus Troupe are mainly tragedies, among which the love tragedy "The Rose of the Fourth Night" and the heroic tragedy "Shackles and Wine" are the most famous. The play performed on the shore today is the famous work "The Rose of the Fourth Night" by the Dionysus Theater Company.

It tells a dreamlike tragic love story between a flower-selling woman from a humble background and the aristocratic prince she admires. The woman and the prince fall in love, but because of the gap in status, the prince cannot marry her. The woman obeys the prince's words. She was waiting for him to marry her after he achieved great success in his career, but his father, a gambler, sold her to a local rich man.

The woman committed suicide with hatred on her wedding night. Her soul returned to the earth and met the young master in her dream. She told him that as long as their love was still there, she would return to the world, but she begged him not to bury her no matter what. , and don't look at her body. In the three days after the woman's death, the young master would linger with her in his dreams every day. However, on the night of the fourth day, driven by curiosity, the young master ignored the dissuasion and pried open her coffin, only to find that the woman's body was still intact after her death. , the appearance is just like before death.

Just when the young master was surprised, the woman's body turned into a rose, and her soul floated up into the air and rebuked the young master sadly. She was willing to suffer the torture of death just to be with him, but the young master could not bear the loneliness and destroyed it rashly. their agreement. Seeing the woman's disappearing soul and her body scattered with roses, the aristocratic prince desperately crashed in front of her coffin and died in love with her.

After the prince's death, the king withdrew the decree prohibiting intermarriage between commoners and nobles. From then on, in order to commemorate the couple who were teased by fate, whenever a daughter got married, her parents would put roses in their ears to pray for her to have a loyal love.

The aria "A man is like a reed, his heart is light and easy." became famous for a while, and almost all women of all sizes in Beihai hummed a few lines. This bizarre and wonderful plot design and the spiritual core of singing for love and loyalty behind it shocked the hearts of the audience. Many viewers cried until they fainted at the end of the play, and they often lamented and cried even after returning home.

The success of this play is absolutely inseparable from the performers' wonderful performance. The first-generation heroine was played by the troupe leader Weienna herself. She pulled her long burgundy hair into a bud shape and pinned a newly bloomed rose to her ear. Compared with her gorgeous face and passionate eyes, Let alone a mere rose, even the bright moon in the night sky can only serve as a foil. Her every move and every movement can capture people's hearts. Her classic look in the play has also become popular in every corner of Beihai, setting off a "Rose Girl" craze. Women rushed to imitate her look, and it is said that "Rose Girl" imitation contests were held in many places, which also made rose florists in the Beihai area a lot of money.

Due to the rapid popularity of the troupe, the heroine also changed actors. Everyone who has seen "Vienna" perform in "The Rose of the Fourth Night" is proud of it, and every time she mentions it, it attracts the envious eyes of those around her. [Have you seen Wienna's "The Rose Girl"?] This incident has also been a stepping stone for the upper class to prove their identity for a long time. The more people who have seen her praised her beauty, the more people came here to admire her, and the expectations for her comeback became louder and louder. The Dionysus Troupe quickly became popular and became the number one troupe in Beihai.

"The Rose of the Fourth Night" swept through the North Sea like a strong wind, and also radiated to other sea areas. Countless people traveled thousands of miles to the North Sea to pursue the Dionysus Troupe, just to experience a love that struggles between loyalty and desire.

As more and more exciting plays are performed, a ticket to the Dionysian Theater is almost priceless. There are many famous pirates and high-ranking princes and nobles in the audience. Some of them want to prepare some conversation topics for themselves in social situations, some of them really want to experience the ingenious story, and some of them just want to throw it. I paid a fortune just to catch a glimpse of Vienna's face during the curtain call.

For example, this one right now.

"Mr. Duke, you are not allowed to enter here. This is the troupe leader's lounge." A somewhat anxious female voice sounded in the corridor, and the "click" of high heels running on the ground echoed in the closed space.

"I'll put the flowers down and leave. Miss Wienna will forgive me." The man who spoke in an angry voice did not listen to her dissuasion and recklessly planned to open the door and go in.

"No, Mr. Duke, you are violating our rules." The woman said almost pleadingly.

This aristocratic man was not an easy man to deal with. His inflated manly dignity made him a little angry, "Why do you always say no, no, no, am I too generous to you?"

"It is not the behavior of a gentleman to embarrass a woman, Duke Lawrence."

The red-haired woman walking from the end of the corridor interrupted his attack. Her voice was as clear as spring water and rocks, but the tail tone would weaken and rise again, forcibly taking away the listener's attention like a small hook. , the voice between a girl and a woman adds a special temperament to her, like a half-open and half-closed rose, slightly exuding an alluring fragrance.

The rough man who was on the verge of getting angry just now swallowed unconsciously when he saw her coming over. The girl's beautiful body was tightly wrapped in a black sleeved fishtail dress, and her long burgundy hair was tied behind her head. , exposing her swan-like neck and large areas of skin on her chest and back to the air. She wore a pair of burgundy velvet gloves consistent with her hair color on her hands. The red and black created a strong visual contrast, making her The skin appears as white as jade.

The hem of her skirt swayed from side to side as she walked, like a pure black fish tail, but her exposed ankles reminded others that she was not some sinister siren, but a genuine "human being".

Seeing that she was still staring at him and waiting for an explanation, Duke Lawrence said bravely, "I didn't make things difficult for her, I just wanted to send you a bouquet of flowers."

After saying that, he held up a large bouquet of roses that he had hidden behind his back because he saw the woman approaching, as if he was offering a treasure. His movements were so pious that it made people think that his next step was to kneel down on one knee and propose.

"I've been watching your first show. This bouquet of flowers is just a small piece of my heart. It's not even one ten thousandth as beautiful as you, but as long as it can make you smile, that's its greatest advantage. It’s worth it!”

The woman smiled and took the flowers. She looked at the roses in her hand which could not be called "a bouquet" at all, but a "big handful". She acted as happy as a girl who received flowers for the first time.

"Thank you Duke Lawrence, I love it."

"We are also very grateful for your continued support of the Dionysus Theater Company. We will definitely produce more excellent works to respond to your expectations."

Lawrence was stunned for a moment by the cryptic answer. This was obviously not the answer he wanted to hear, but looking at the girl's happy expression, he felt that the purpose of his trip had been achieved.

As long as he got a smile from her, he would be satisfied.

"As long as you like it, then I won't bother you anymore. I will continue to support you in the future." The tall man touched his nose and turned around to leave knowing he was bored.

"Thank you for your love." The woman thanked him quietly from behind, but there was no smile on her face.

She threw the flowers in her hand to the stage assistant who was standing beside her, took off her brand-new velvet gloves and threw them into the trash can in the corridor. Then she turned the door handle of the lounge and walked into the house. She sat in front of the dressing table and disassembled her clothes. jewelry.

Assistant Sera looked at the flowers and was at a loss, "Miss Vivienne, what should I do with these flowers?"

Dini took off a pair of red diamond earrings without looking back, "Keep one and throw away the others."

ah? Sierra looked down at the large bouquet of roses in her hand. In Beihai, where the price of roses is close to the price of gold, how much it costs to buy roses of such high quality is something she can't even imagine. Although she knew that the leader was not a woman who cared about the money, was it too wasteful to just throw it away?

When Dini heard Sera's lack of response, she knew what her innocent little assistant was thinking.

"Who said I like roses? I prefer things that are long-lasting than plants that will wither quickly if not cared for."

Dini said mockingly, "You can't even tell that I don't like anything, but luckily he's still watching our show." Then she looked back at Sera who was picking out roses, "I'll never encounter this kind of thing again. People, just call security, I will take responsibility if anything happens."

Sera nodded with admiration and continued to choose a rose for her Miss Vienna that best matched her. She put the selected flowers in the water bottle on the dressing table and held the rest in her arms, "I sent these flowers to the backstage first. The prop master always complained that roses were too expensive, and they were almost worth using gold. There will be a performance tomorrow, please go to bed as soon as possible, good night Miss Vienna."

Dini smiled warmly at her little assistant: "Good night, Sierra."

Wow, no matter how many times I see Miss Wienna’s smiling face, I feel like my heart is overloaded. Sierra blushed and walked towards the door to go out. Suddenly she remembered something and turned around and asked: "The night wind is very cold, do you need me to help you close the window?"

Dini shook her head casually: "No, you can go out first."

"Goodbye then, Miss Wienna."

"Goodbye."

In fact, the reason why she pinned the rose in "The Fourth Night of Roses" was just because the man conveniently put the flower on her head that day. That's all. It turned out that she likes roses as word spread. .

Dini took out the rose from the water bottle and played with it in her hand. She looked at the light carefully, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Fufufu, since when did you like roses? It's so interesting, Dini."

It's really lively tonight. Dini heard the noise at the window and didn't turn around. She rubbed the flower petals in her hands that had curled up due to dehydration.

The rose was suddenly pulled out of her hand by something invisible.

The man who got the flower crushed it with his hands, and the petals scattered on the ground, which was not its final outcome. The man stepped on them with his feet and ground them heavily, just like cleaning the dirt on the soles of shoes.

"Do you like the flowers that guy sent you that much?"

Dini was finally willing to turn her head and look at him. This man with short blond hair and a pink coat looked much brighter than the roses he had just destroyed.

Dini let down her red hair and smiled and said to him: "At least it was a gift from his heart. Dover, you didn't even give me flowers."

The man walked up to Dini who was sitting on the chair, bent down, ran his hand through her long burgundy curly hair, slid from her shoulders and neck to the front, and hooked the necklace around her neck before she could take it off. He lowered his throat and his laughter turned gloomy: "Fufufu, what thing on your body did I not buy for you?"

Dini smiled even more as if she heard something interesting. She looked at Doflamingo behind her through the dressing mirror, "Ah, is it really okay to say this to your own money tree, Dove?"

This is completely true. Nowadays, a major source of income for the Don Quixote family is the Bacchanalia troupe. In addition to the hugely profitable theater ticket sales, troupe members including Dini received countless gold and silver coins, not to mention that Dini also secretly helped the family Established many relationships with some powerful people. The drinks and drinks provided during the performance are all from factories and companies under the name of the Don Quixote family. Winemaking is Dini's "old trade". Her wines became famous with the theater troupe's performances and were sold all over the world. Many princes, nobles and big pirates who like banquets have signed long-term supply contracts with the Don Quixote family. . From the current point of view, the theater troupe and liquor business run by Dini are second only to the family's arms trafficking activities, and can even occasionally make up for the company's losses.

In this case, it is no exaggeration to say that Dini is a cash cow that can move.

Doflamingo straightened up and spread his hands indifferently. He walked towards the sofa and said, "What does it matter? What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. Dini, stop being so petty."

This guy deserves to be unwanted. Dini stood up and ignored him, planning to go into the back room to sleep. When passing Doflamingo, the man who was slumped on the sofa suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

Like an eagle returning to its roost after chasing its prey all day long, the man maintained his embrace of her from behind, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and smelled her unique, soothing scent.

I really don’t know who is comforting whom. Dini skillfully raised her right hand back and placed it on his head, stroking it slowly.

"Good boy, Dover."

Doflamingo, who had been with her for more than ten years, no longer cared about this title. He said dully behind Dini: "Rosinandi is back, and the family will hold a banquet tomorrow night."

Whether he is happy or sad when he comes back, in fact, Dini has thought about it many times in private. That child and Doflamingo are completely two different people, and his kindness and justice will one day destroy him.

The movement of Dini's hands still did not stop, she said calmly: "After the performance is over, I will go back as soon as possible."

Doflamingo raised his head slightly, pulled Dini's right hand up to him, and kissed her wrist, "You're really cold."

"Do you want to hear something cool?" Dini turned around and stared at Doflamingo's face with her violet eyes. Her smile slowly unfolded, like an unfolding picture scroll, but this action made Her smile was very seductive, like a hunter waiting for her prey to take the bait.

"Fufufu, what?" Doflamingo happily waited for her next move.

The next second, Dini appeared at the door of the back room. She said with a smile: "Since you are hot enough, I believe you can stay anywhere for just one night. People who are cold should go to bed early."

"Dini! You guy!"

"Boom!" The door was slammed shut, drowning out Doflamingo's voice who was still chattering outside.

After a full sleep, Dini opened the door refreshed. The lounge was already empty, not even a pink feather.

Why is it so cold? Are the windows still closed? Dini turned around to close the window, but saw a pink box on the windowsill. She could hear her heart beating loudly. It was really noisy. Dini opened the box carefully as if picking up something fragile.

Inside is a lifelike bouquet of pure gold "roses". In the sunlight, the precious metal that used to be used as currency reflects an incredible luster, which is both heartfelt and eternal.

"Stupid Dover." Dini complained softly, but she hugged the box tightly and smiled like the sun in early spring.

"Hey Dover, why is arms expenditure suddenly reduced this month? Why? Why?" Trebol looked at this month's budget table and looked at the man opposite who put his legs on the table and folded his hands behind his head. Doflamingo launched three fatal questions.

I used it to coax women.

"It turns into other necessary financial expenses."

Of course, because Dini insisted on putting a pure gold rose on her chest that day, the price of gold in the North Sea region rose sharply in a short period of time. This is a story for another day.