The years when I was a nobleman in the world of Terra

"It's okay, I think it's pretty good."

After all, he can't say, I don't want to go in anymore, or the meeting we made today will come to an end here.

After a while, the door of the living room was opened from the inside, and two guys in black suits, dressed as salesmen in Charlotte's previous life, came out.When they saw Charlotte and the forest guard, the two black suits seemed a little surprised, with a gloating smile at the corner of their mouths.

"Fuck off!"

Well, this last snarl made the two black suits show angrily expressions, and they passed Charlotte and the forest guard without saying a word, and left their line of sight straight away.

Do you really want to have a meeting when the other party is obviously angry?Charlotte was thinking about this question in her heart.

"Viscount Charlotte, do you still want to go in?"

The servant also seemed to notice the hesitation on Charlotte's face.

"let me see."

Charlotte was silent for a few seconds.

"Let's proceed with the meeting as usual."

The reason why he chose to do this was because he was a little curious about what the guys dressed up by the two salesmen were here for.

"Forester, let's go in."

"it is good."

Charlotte pushed open the door.

"Didn't you hear what I said, get out!"

Another roar of extreme anger.

Looking in the direction of the voice, what Charlotte could see was a tall, gray-faced middle-aged man with patched clothes.

Patch... When will a nobleman be reduced to wearing patched clothes to meet guests?

"It's you again, it's you bastards again!"

Before Charlotte had a chance to speak, the middle-aged man sitting on the chair slapped the table in front of him heavily.

The door behind the middle-aged man opened, and two knights in full armor came out, one holding a sharp sword and the other holding a heavy hammer. Although there was no obvious killing intent, the meaning of driving people away was quite obvious.

"Do it?"

The forest guard held the heavy crossbow in his hand.

"Be obedient, go over there and sit down obediently."

Following Charlotte's instructions, the forest guard sat down on a nearby chair, but did not put down the heavy crossbow in her hand. Once the two knights wanted to attack Charlotte, she would immediately pull the trigger.

"I think I should say something first."

Charlotte took out the letter of introduction from Earl Devos from his pocket.

"This is a letter of introduction from Earl De Vos to me, Mr. Earl Anthony, I think we should be on our own."

"Earl Devos?"

Charlotte's words successfully dissipated the anger on Earl Anthony's face. He took the letter of introduction in Charlotte's hand suspiciously, carefully read the text on it, and then put the letter of introduction on the table in front of him. .

"That DeVos guy started talking nonsense to me again."

Count Anthony turned on the broken thoughts mode.

"How can someone at such a young age understand the charm of art? Isn't this just nonsense?"

Although he was speaking unforgiving words, it was obvious that Earl Anthony's tone had eased a lot, and not only made the two knights retreat, but also yelled at the servants outside the door.

"Let's make tea, I want to have a good chat with this young Viscount."

Three minutes later, Charlotte and Count Anthony sat down as host and guest, each with a cup of steaming black tea in front of them.

Count Anthony seemed to be the kind of person who didn't like being polite with others, so he got straight to the point as soon as the two of them sat down.

"Viscount Charlotte, that De Vos guy told me in the letter that you can save the theater under my name?"

When the word "save" was mentioned, it was obvious that Earl Anthony's expression was quite awkward, as if he was very unwilling to admit this fact.

"But I don't think my theater needs to be saved."

Count Anthony was right to say so, but Charlotte, who had already learned the inside story from Count De Vos, didn't think so.

Count Anthony, apart from his noble status as a count, is probably best known for his status as an artist.He is quite a well-known artist in Casimir. He has personally written and photographed two well-known works - one is called "Forward, Casimir!" ", the other title is "Silver Pegasus is Shining".

And Earl De Vos also specifically emphasized to him that the prototype of the protagonist of this second work is the old Pegasus who once guarded Casimir, that is, Linguang's grandfather.

It is precisely because of this relationship that Earl Devos hopes that Charlotte can help his old friend so that he will no longer live such a miserable life.

Earl Anthony vowed that his theater did not need to be saved by anyone.But Charlotte learned from Earl De Vos that the theater under Earl Anthony has been in a state of negative income every year for three consecutive years.

This is an older generation of nobleman who has been obsessed with artistic creation all his life. Apart from the theater, Count Anthony himself has no other source of income.When there was a deficit in the plot at the beginning, Count Anthony could still try his best to support it, but when the deficit became larger and larger, Count Anthony could only start selling the real estate left by his ancestors.

First the fields, then the antiques and luxuries of the castle, and finally Count Anthony sold almost everything he could sell except the castle.

Charlotte was thinking, if Grand Duke Casimir had not stipulated that the title of nobility could not be used for sale, maybe Count Anthony would really think about it.

"Count Anthony, I know that you have always loved art, and you are more willing to devote your limited life to art."

From Earl Anthony's angry snarl, Charlotte knew that his negotiating partner was not a good-tempered person, so he organized his own language and spoke carefully.

"But have you ever thought about such a question? If art or works of art want to reflect their greatest value, there is no doubt that audiences need to evaluate them."

"Viscount Charlotte, do you mean that my theater is no longer eligible to be evaluated?"

"Count Anthony, that's not what I meant."

Charlotte shook her head.

"Then what on earth do you mean?"

"The reason why I came to your castle and sat in front of you to have a conversation with you is because I feel that I can be regarded as a half-art creator."

Charlotte continued.

"So I can understand your deep affection for the theater under your name. But as art creators, shouldn't we think about why our creations have not been widely recognized by the masses?"

"That's just because those ignorant civilians don't know the goods."

This time, what appeared on Count Anthony's face was a disdainful expression.

"The so-called art is like this most of the time. No one can appreciate their value, but this does not mean that they are worthless."

It was simply an extremely idealistic speech. With a little organization of the language, Earl Anthony's words could be completely refuted.

If it was Charlotte who hadn't crossed over, he would probably really do it. After all, when he was still playing the role of Keyboard Man, he liked to stand on the dual commanding heights of morality and logic, and give others a fatal blow.

But after traveling through time, especially after meeting many big and small nobles, he, who always likes to show his sharpness, gradually restrained himself a lot. He also got used to using a smoother attitude to deal with what happened to him. The problem.

"I think what you said, Count Anthony, is really reasonable. Of course, the value of art is inherent. Even if no one recognizes it, it should not be denied."

Seeing the smile on Earl Anthony's face when he found his bosom friend, Charlotte continued.

"But how should we reflect the inherent value of artworks? Don't we, art creators, have the heart to see priceless artworks, and have never been recognized by the world?"

"I understand what you said, and I'm not the kind of bad old man who doesn't make sense at all."

Count Anthony sighed softly.

"But I have no way to admit that those businessmen who don't know enough shit use money to desecrate art."

"Viscount Charlotte, let me tell you the truth. Those businessmen didn't intend to directly acquire the theater under my name at the beginning. They had thought about cooperating with me. I produced the script and the venue, and they to be in charge of providing actors and shooting."

"and then."

Charlotte was noncommittal, but continued to follow Earl Anthony's words.

"And then, when they brought the actors in, I just kicked them out."

Count Anthony still gritted his teeth when he recalled that scene.

"Go Forward, Casimir!", this work written by me, is intended to reflect how the Casimirs fought bravely against the Ursas during the war."

"But they want to film this work as a love story between a man and a woman. The love story is fine, the most outrageous thing is... the most outrageous thing is that the war scene only accounts for [-]% of the whole drama In most of the plots, the hero misunderstood the heroine, and the heroine misunderstood the hero, and then the endless loop."

"Oh my god, how do you tell me to accept that the male protagonist put his left arm around the female protagonist's waist, and with his right hand, he killed more than ten thousand Ursus people with his bare hands. This kind of work is shot, it is simply an insult to all card The greatest blasphemy of the Simir knights!"

In the previous life, there was an "anti-Japanese drama", but now there is also an "anti-Ukraine drama". Could it be that no matter which world it is, people's aesthetics are all the same?

"So you rejected the proposal of those businessmen, right?"

"of course."

Count Anthony replied without hesitation.

"It is impossible for such a disgusting movie to appear in my theater, absolutely impossible."

"Then what about the acquisition?"

"That's probably their retaliation against me."

Count Anthony said bitterly.

"If the cooperation failed, they opened several new theaters in succession outside my theater, and then used extremely low prices and a group of unknown 'knights' to snatch all of my guests away."

"This should belong to the category of vicious competition, right?"

Charlotte was a little puzzled.

"And they, as commoners, dare to attack a real nobleman?"

"They dare not, but the people behind them dare."

Count Anthony stretched out his right hand and pointed to the ceiling above his head.

"People say that I'm just an old-fashioned obsessed with art, but in fact, I also know that the contest between those above has long been silent and penetrated into every corner of Casimir."

Count Anthony continued.

"I know that DeVos guy is doing it for my own good, but I'm not like him..."

Count Anthony straightened up from his chair.

"I don't have much pursuit of power."

Chapter 57 Chapter 56 Cooperation

Power, these seemingly ordinary words contain extraordinary connotations.

Some people say that the taste of power is like a glass of poisonous wine. It seems harmless and tastes quite good, but once you get involved too much, you can easily drown in it.

But knowing that this glass of fine wine is full of poison, why do so many people want to taste it one after another?The reason is nothing more than the taste of this glass of fine wine, which is really great.

Those who have never stood in that supreme position may never understand how great it is to have everything in the palm of your hand.

Even so, not everyone will pursue power. Everyone has a different state of mind and wants different things.It's like Count Anthony in front of Charlotte, his mind is obviously not above power.

This is an earl who does not want to place himself in the center of power. All he has done expresses only one meaning, that is, he would rather live and die with the art he insists on than to get involved in anything related to it. Questions of power.

"Count Anthony, I can understand what you mean."

Charlotte nodded.

"I know that you are not the same as Earl De Vos, and you certainly don't want to exchange art for yourself. As an art creator, I can understand your feelings."

Charlotte came right away, anyway, boasting is not against the law.

"A thousand readers may have a thousand Hamlets in their minds, but in your mind, a reader can only have a single evaluation of your work, right?"

"I never said that."

The expression on Count Anthony's face was obviously stiff.

"I just don't want people who don't understand art to judge my works at will."

"Then if the work itself is good enough, how can you be afraid of others to judge it?"

"Viscount Charlotte, are you mocking me?"

Count Anthony narrowed his eyes.

"Even if you're a good friend of DeVos, don't think I'm afraid to do anything to you."

"The fact is, Earl Anthony, you really dare not."