Wolf King

The first act was only halfway through, and the branch chief frowned.

In this scene, Cinderella's family appeared. The stepmother, two step-sisters and the noble father are all professional actors.

Grandma and the protagonist Cinderella are not enough. The actor of grandma is an old lady with a mean face found by the family members of the workers in the MSG factory. Harris picked up Cinderella on the side of the road... Although she is "acting in her true colors", Words, deeds, demeanor, temperament and demeanor are very in line with the characters, which can make the audience have a strong sense of substitution, but in terms of artistry, especially the performance of the singing is really not satisfactory.

The first act introduces Cinderella’s family background. At the end of the act, Cinderella’s personal solo is heard. The score minister couldn’t help complaining to his deputy in a low voice: “This is the rising star that Harris recruited? The tone is too ordinary, at most the level of a street performer.” , as a pillar of a four-hour drama is really not qualified, when did Harris' vision drop to this level?"

The man sitting next to them glanced this way.

The friendship between the deputy of the human race and Harris is not bad, although he also feels that this drama is really not bright, and at this time he always has to speak for Harris: "Maybe the selling point is not the protagonist, and Earl Winston's drama review did not mention it. actor."

The branch chief shook his head slightly, apparently not agreeing with the deputy's statement.

The head of this branch is a snow elf. He likes relief sculptures and woodcuts. He doesn't know much about drama, but at least he knows that drama consists of acting and singing; the former is like the flesh and blood of drama, while the latter is drama. soul.

Terran dramas evolved from Haizu operas, and they put more emphasis on acting and weakened the singing part, but no matter how weakened it is, if a drama wants to shock and impress people, the soul part is indispensable.

In the second act, the first half of the plot is all about how the protagonist Cinderella was tortured and treated harshly as the eldest daughter of the nobleman. As the head of the snow elf branch, he didn’t feel empathy, sympathy and pity when he saw this part, but felt extremely boring. , the whole person became a little impatient-the iron-headed baby elves don't eat anything to endure for a while, take a step back, this theory of self-protection of the weak, don't know how to resist, and find excuses to deceive themselves to accept the tragic fate of their tragic fate. There is no market at all.

Fortunately, this drama did not start with "kneeling in the truth". The disgusting people, Cinderella, who could not rely on obedience in exchange for a stable life, quickly cheered up to fight for peace. On the stage, a family and women were vigorously tearing apart ...

The first half of the first act and the second act was just Cinderella, who was just crying and crying little white flowers. She turned into a goddess of battle, instigating grandma to fight with her stepmother, herself to fight with her stepmother and grandma, and step-sister to fight. The head of the Snow Elf Branch was dumbfounded when he saw the women's war in hand...

Cinderella, who was pretending to be miserable in front of the noble father one second, broke into the step-sister's room and slapped the step-sister to the ground the next second. The loud slap made the branch chief tremble subconsciously...

"Good fight!" On the seat next to him, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with bright eyes clenched his fists to encourage Cinderella.

Not only this boy, but the surrounding audience, as long as they saw the clip where Cinderella had the upper hand, they all felt as if they were killing all directions on the stage.

The branch manager: "..." silently swallowed, and continued watching with concentration.

The plot of the house fight lasted for an hour and a half. During these nine 10 minutes, Cinderella's family experienced grandma's broken leg, stepmother had a miscarriage, two stepsisters were slapped and spanked by Cinderella and the aristocratic father. One of the boyfriends cheated and was caught waiting for the thunderous plot, the pace is so fast that it is dizzying.

Anyway, the branch manager didn't have the energy to care about other things and didn't have the energy to complain. He watched the drama carefully throughout the whole process, for fear of missing some details...

When the plot of the house fight was about to exhaust the audience's concentration, the vicious enemy went to the town where Cinderella's family was located, and hacked Cinderella's father to death on the battlefield; Shocked, he quickly sat up straight and stared at the stage, looking forward to what would happen next.

Cinderella, who ruled over the family, resolutely walked out of the house, queuing up to give away heads, and turned the children she beat into incompetent bureaucrats, useless magistrates, idiot nobles...etc.

Fighting monsters and upgrading all the way, more than an hour later, Cinderella, dressed in a heroic military uniform, led the militia in the town into the battlefield, successfully expelled the invading enemy, and returned triumphantly amidst the cheers and flowers of the townspeople.

The branch chief, who had been tense for more than three hours in a row, let out a long breath, and couldn't help showing a relaxed smile on his face... Seeing this level, he no longer picked on the actors' insufficient singing and acting skills, although I still don't agree with General Kleist and Evelyn's drama reviews, but I also give "Cinderella" a passing score in my heart.

"You are right. The highlight of this play is not the actors. I can't help but praise Robbins Knight's play ability. Such a novel play has never been seen before." The branch chief turned his head and said The deputy said in a low voice, "A weak human woman bravely fights for her homeland in times of crisis. This is a good entry point. The form of drama does not need to be limited to empty love and desire, and the courage to inspire people is also worth exploring..."

The deputy poked the boss with his finger, indicating that the show was not over yet.

The branch manager unexpectedly turned his head to the stands, only to see two obscene middle-aged men coming out from behind the town street scene, expressing their jealousy and hatred towards Cinderella in unison...

The three major villains in "Cinderella", the priest and Cinderella's uncle, most of the highlights in the second half are on these three people. The more "true" and hateful they are, the more the audience's emotions can be controlled mobilize.

The night before, workers blocked the door of the Grand Theater and yelled at them. The two workers who played the role of uncles were full of grievances and resentments. They broke the cans and fell to the ground... Their performances were extremely vivid; they played for less than 10 minutes , colluding to slander and frame Cinderella, the two pointed ears of the branch chief were so angry that they were stained red by the blood rushing up to the top of his head...

The plot of the next 40 minutes revolves around whether Cinderella is the savior of the town or the demon possessed who brought disaster:

The townspeople went from being grateful for supporting Cinderella to being dubious, to being infected by the group atmosphere and shouting "let her die".

Cinderella's grandmother and stepmother went from fear and hatred to repentance, to running around pleading for Cinderella, and her grandmother was conspired to death by her uncle who was afraid that she would get in the way.

Cinderella, who firmly believed that the townspeople would believe her, has always denied her crimes, but in the absence of strong foreign enemies, those who once believed in her left one after another, and stood against her one by one...

The betrayal of her two step-sisters became the last straw that broke her down. In the end, she was stripped of the armor that had been stained red by the blood of foreign enemies. Her wisdom and bravery were slandered as a devil's trap. The protected townspeople were tied to the stake.

The branch chief knew very well that this was just an act, this was just a drama on the stage, but he couldn't control his anger. He couldn't help but force his fingers on the armrest, and the wood made a "click" sound when he squeezed it...

The townspeople spat at Cinderella in hatred, and rallied to light the wood that was erected; in the light of the fire, Cinderella and her stepmother sang a song of nostalgia for hometown and relatives, regret and sentimentality for this beautiful world, The audience in the theater was tricked into crying...

Amid the sobbing sounds from all directions, the branch chief clenched his fists and stared at Cinderella in the firelight, listening to her angrily and unyieldingly singing the curtain call—at this moment, he no longer criticized the lack of quality of this human actor. Singing skills, he even felt that this aria should be expressed with such a simple, jerky, and even slightly hoarse roar.

This kind of aria is truly powerful and touching!

When Cinderella sang "Why Kneel and Crawl" in the curtain call, the chorus of the audience rang out in the theater. At first there were only a few people, but soon it became waves, layers of sound waves, and finally became A chorus of hundreds of people.

The branch chief felt a shudder, a layer of goosebumps appeared on the back of his neck and back, and the unreasonable excitement rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making him feel a kind of...power!

The power generated by the emotional resonance of audiences regardless of identity, status, race, age, or gender in the theater!

The branch chief felt the impact of this strange power, and he fully understood why Kleist, Evelyn, and Earl Winston used such flattering words of praise to praise the play "Cinderella"—anyone's When nearly a thousand people shouted "The proud lion will never give in to cowardice" in his ears, he will never be stingy in picking words of praise!

He will only worry that his vocabulary is not enough!

The branch manager has similar troubles right now... He also wanted to write a review for this unique performance that shocked him greatly, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find a richer man than Earl Winston. Emotional words of praise.

Cinderella's tragic exit, the stepmother and the actor finished singing, and the priest played by Dr. Bruno brazenly sang Cinderella's tragedy as the "mercy" of the heavenly father, when the stinky shoes flew to the stage again... Fortunately, the knight who had been prepared for a long time The brothers, Alex and others stood in the first row, and this time Dr. Bruno didn't have to worry about being rushed up to him with a chair and beat him up.

After the four-hour performance ended, the branch chief and deputy who walked out of the theater with the flow of people hurried back to the city without stopping at the knight's collar.

There are still many people in the general audience squatting at the entrance of the Grand Theater, hoping to catch a villain casually and give him a lot of punches.

The strange men and teenagers suspected of being father and son, master and apprentice walked out of the gate in the last batch. The excited teenagers couldn't bear the excitement and mixed into the audience to discuss the plot with others for a long time. They didn't leave until the man said hello. return.

"Teacher, I heard them say that many of the actors in the Robbins Troupe are selected from workers." The young man felt itchy, "Why don't we stay with this knight for a while, maybe we can get along when we recruit actors next time." How about going in? Robbins Knight's play is so well written!"

The man raised his hand and scratched the young man's scalp, dumbfounded: "Last month, your wish was to become a hero, right? You don't want to be a hero so soon, you just want to be an actor?"

"Hey... Otherwise, it's okay to be an actor for a while." The young man flattered.

"Don't think about it. After watching two shows, you still can't see it. Only villains in the Robbins Troupe will let novices play the role. The actors trained by the nobles are too good-looking." The man walked towards the deli by the square Let's go, and said to the disciple angrily, "Look at those people squatting at the entrance of the theater, it's not a good thing to be 'welcome' by them."

"Oh." The young man followed the man's footsteps dejectedly, "Then teacher, where are we going next? Are we still going to St. Bridge?"

The man thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "There is no need to go to St. Bridge. No matter whether Carlisle Harvey Ferdinand is as wise and powerful as the rumors boast, just look at his 'student', you will know that he will not." It's a false name."

"Oh~ Teacher, so you want to meet that sage Ayun?" The young man responded very quickly.

"Why not." The man smiled, "If you can invite the general of the forest elves to cheer for your disciples, this sage, Ayun, is obviously not a puppet supported by the forest elves. For this alone, it is worth our trip .”

The young man nodded, then thought of something, and asked suspiciously, "We have to take a boat to go to the cursed land, teacher, do we still have any money, have we used up the last dozen or so silver coins?"

"Whatever money you want, you can just be their worker and sit on the boat."

"Hey - I heard that their workers are working very hard!"

The snow elves are a very active race. When the head of the branch returned to Valentine, he would sit at his desk and pick up a pen and write a thousand-character drama review without thinking about dinner. Pack your own drama review together with the three copies you received in the morning, and send it to the headquarters of Elliott Palace.

After finishing this job, the branch manager can sit down to eat with peace of mind...

While eating, the branch chief's pointed ears suddenly stood up.

"Hey...wait a minute, the man sitting next to me during the performance seems to be..." The head of the branch looked puzzled, got up suddenly, dropped the knife and fork, and ran out to find the deputy.

"Henry! Do you remember the father and son sitting next to us at the show?!"

The human deputy sitting on the bed and hugging the quilt looked at the intruding boss in surprise.

"Think about it, the man sitting on your right!" the branch chief urged.

"Uh...that should be a certain worker from the knight's collar?" Henry, the deputy, thought hard for a long time, only remembering the very ordinary, or somewhat shabby clothes of the suspected father and son, "Sorry, that person is too featureless, I only vaguely remember that he seemed to be a little older."

The head of the branch looked ugly: "Henry, you are a treasure hunter, and I am a snow elf archer. Neither you nor I can remember the person who sat next to us for four hours and talked face to face with us. What, don't you think it's weird?"

Henry, the deputy, was taken aback for a moment, and his expression gradually became serious. In less than ten seconds, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Damn—I actually forgot what I said to him?!"

The perception of the walker is not inferior to that of the spellcaster. Treasure hunter Henry is not as famous as the ranger Harris, but he is not a second-rate guy; he was reminded by his boss that the deputy head of the branch felt creepy.

"Since you are the same, then it is not my illusion." The branch leader sighed lightly, confused: "There is no magic wave, not a breath barrier or subspace enchantment, this man makes everyone who has seen him, and even with him People who have had direct contact ignore and forget his existence... It's so strange, could it be that the Scourge left the Western Continent?"

"How is it possible—" Henry, the deputy, wondered, "Could it be that the dwarf king didn't kill the Scourge?"

The branch manager stared at the deputy Henry for a few seconds, and remembered that he had brought up a stupid topic, and said, "That's right, how could the dwarf king let them go, I guess I was thinking too much. Good night, Henry."

After exiting and closing the door, he turned around, and the branch chief's face sank again.

"Of course the dwarf king will not exterminate the Scourge, and only the human race is waiting for them to die... Strange, why did the Scourge leave the Western Continent?"

Suddenly thought of something, the branch chief's expression changed.

"That's right... the prince of the Ferdinand family. St. Bridge handed over to the Federation last year, and no matter how much the Scourge is secluded, he should get the news." The branch chief frowned, slowly sorting out the sudden information in his heart, "Better Compared to King Cronin back then, Prince Carlisle's performance is much 'excellent' now. King Cronin was able to lure out the Scourge once, so this time Carlisle will naturally be able to tempt them."

"Disciples of the Lich King, the Scourge, dormant for hundreds of years does not mean waiting for sinking and dying... but waiting for the opportunity of 'change'!"

"My lord, what do you think of this matter?"

The branch manager thought about this question, and the brows gradually relaxed.The king of the snow elves is the pride and confidence of all snow elves, and the same is true for branch leaders who have left the group.

"Maybe... the king will be happy, there is one more interesting thing."

The next day, the branch chief rushed to the Grand Theater of Robbins Knights early in the morning.The appearance of the Scourge will not affect the Snow Elves, but it will affect him who runs the Valentine branch—there must be turmoil in the place where the Scourge appears, and from his standpoint, he does not like to see such things.

It's a pity that the head of the snow elf branch didn't wait for the suspected father and son or master and apprentice who could make people ignore his presence... Those two poor guys couldn't afford the entrance fee, so they squatted on the construction site to move bricks.

"Cinderella" was performed on the third day, and its reputation gradually fermented.After the Viscount Pope, the lord of the city, praised the play in Valentine's newspaper, many curious citizens or arty businessmen came to the Upper Town and Midtown to buy tickets to enter.

These new guests are much more mature and rational than the old ones, at least they won't be so disrespectful that they take off their shoes and throw them on the stage.

After a few rounds of guests, the fame of Cinderella, the play and creator of the script, Isaac Robbins, spread far and wide...

And while his disciples were working hard to gain fame and prepare for the great career of espionage, Xiao Yun was not idle on the grassland.

"You have to say it a few times before you understand, Banana!!"

The angry wolf cub ran up, jumped, and kicked the huge skull of Balkron...

Given the huge size gap between the two sides, Balk could only feel a mosquito bite on his cheek, but Xiao Yun hugged his feet in pain and couldn't jump on one foot...

"What are you doing, Ayun, don't you just do what you said, to make rubber blocks from the stems, leaves, and peels cut from the battle tree, isn't that the way to make it?"

Balk was very puzzled, and slapped the condensed natural rubber with his big dragon paw.

"There is a fart for you to purify natural rubber. It takes three months for a fighting tree to grow into an adult plant. After cutting off the stems and leaves, taking the fruit and leaving the roots, it takes another three months to grow back. Purely relying on this idea, the output is natural. It’s better to wait for the day to starve to death for rubber!” Xiao Yun said angrily, “Synthetic rubber, do you understand, glass fiber, fiber, metal, anything that can increase rubber production without affecting the performance must be added. Quantity is what you want! Quantity of quantity!"

"Rubbers with different needs require different properties. For tires, they must be strong, hard, and durable, and for shoe soles, they must be moderately soft and hard, and must maintain a certain degree of elasticity!"

Xiao Yun chattered, Balke was silent for a while, changed from a dragon shape to a human body, bent down to pick up his clothes, turned his head angrily and left: "I quit, I'll make powder!"

"Eh, wait—!"

After coaxing Balkra back for a long time, Balk was willing to continue working...

Originally tossing synthetic rubber was given to Evelyn. Unexpectedly, the smell emitted by the battle tree during the production of rubber was not only poisonous, but also highly toxic. Evelyn couldn't stand it at all; I had no choice but to fool the invulnerable Balk...

——I knew better not to lend out all the cat mages, but to keep a few housekeepers!

worry!

Thinking about the technology tree and taking the road of industrial prosperity, materials science is the threshold that cannot be bypassed; but Xiao Yun has no knowledge in this area at all, so everything can only be done step by step and tried a little bit by himself.

It is also fortunate that there are unscientific magic in this world, and even more unscientific material mimicry magic. Mimicry magic can find a way out wherever the imagination can reach...

The two squatted in the abandoned factory building in the former industrial area, tried various additives and various production methods, and created a highly toxic area where everyone within a mile had to pinch their noses to bypass it—after half a month of hard work , Qualified synthetic rubber (qualified for energy production) was not produced, but celluloid was inadvertently produced.

The earliest celluloid on earth was made of nitrocellulose, and camphor was used to increase plasticity. It was once used as imitations of billiard balls, ivory and tortoise shell after it came out, and it was the earliest synthetic plastic.

The wizarding world version of the synthetic plastic is also made of nitrocellulose (the product of nitrate esterification of cotton fibers), with combat tree latex added for shaping.

After making this thing, Xiao Yun was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and stamped his feet fiercely.

Balke's complexion changed slightly, and he backed away quietly, and backed up again——Ah Yun was maddened by the poisonous gas, right?