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Chapter 225 - 73 Death of the Demon Dragon

Chapter 225: Chapter 73 Death of the Demon Dragon

Since the Arias family had always remained on the outskirts of the power center of the West, many nobles’ impressions of them were limited to being poor, rustic, stubborn, and their annual attempts to peddle carrots everywhere.

The Arias family called those carrots a special product, but in reality, they hardly sold for much. On the Bratis Continent, vegetables were commonly eaten more by the poor.

The carrots laboriously grown by the Arias family usually ended up on the tables of commoners, rarely consumed by nobles. At most, they were used as a side dish, and no one cared where those side dishes came from.

Moreover, the Arias family had just replaced their Family Head not long ago, and the nobles knew even less about Ireya.

It wasn’t until she arrived in Rock Snow City that everyone suddenly realized that this Dragon Slayer Heroine, who was currently the hot topic, might not be like the usual nobles.

Many thought she would take advantage of her trip to Rock Snow City to widely make allies, striving to expand the political influence of the Arias family and break into the power center of the West in one fell swoop.

However, she did the opposite, hardly settling in before accusing Hels as soon as she entered the city.

Moreover, she did it in front of all the nobles, putting David, as the host of the banquet, in a rather awkward position.

Luckily, David was magnanimous enough, not only agreeing to all of the Lady’s demands but later also inviting Ireya to watch a theatrical performance together.

Their public appearance together seemed to suggest that the relationship between the Arias and Figrola families had not been too adversely affected.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, merely the next day, the Lady moved out of the Marquis Mansion and settled down with her subordinates.

While she claimed it was to conveniently handle affairs sent from Green Field, the sharp-nosed nobles residing in Rock Snow City still sensed something unusual.

Thus, in recent times, the number of visitors to Ireya’s inn had decreased significantly.

However, unexpectedly, while they were still observing the situation, the new Family Head of the Arias family took the initiative to invite them.

The invitation stated that the Love and Honey Wine theater troupe had a new play ready, and as the last performance before leaving the West, the play was exceptionally fresh, being a debut trial. Furthermore, the Lady guaranteed that the content would be unprecedented and incredibly shocking, hoping everyone would attend.

This claim piqued a lot of people’s curiosity.

Most did not want to get caught in the conflict between the Figrola and Arias families, because one was the ruler of the West, while the other was a rising star, wielding the might of the Dragon Slayer and naturally holding the moral high ground.

In such circumstances, allying with either side would bring no benefits, but if it was just about watching a play, everyone was quite interested, especially after David also accepted the invitation.

Those who were still undecided all expressed their intention to attend the Love and Honey Wine performance.

Ireya simultaneously announced that she welcomed the city’s commoners to join in the spectacle as well.

In the end, Love and Honey Wine’s farewell performance turned into a city-wide celebration for all citizens, and according to some rumors spread privately by the ’uncles’ group, the name of this new play by Love and Honey Wine was "Death of the Demon Dragon."

Adapted from the true dragon-slaying exploits of the Arias family.

Once this news was released, the entire city was stirred even further!

That’s how artistic creation is, its success or failure is mostly determined right from the choice of the subject.

As long as the subject matter is selected well enough, box office success is nothing to worry about.

However, even before the premiere of the new play, it was already buzzworthy to such an extent that Timothy, the theater troupe leader of Love and Honey Wine, couldn’t feel any joy about it.

He glared at the young girl in front of him and the black-suited Foreigner beside her for a full three minutes, yet he couldn’t help it and roared into existence.

"This is nonsense! It is blasphemy against the god of art! Purely amateurs directing professionals, I think you want to smash the signboard of Love and Honey Wine!

"Three days, how is it possible to rehearse and produce a new play in that time? As for the script, don’t tell me you wrote it again. I’ve seen your last script, and the writing was worse than my nephew’s who isn’t even ten! He could do better with random scribbling than what you wrote."

Timothy mercilessly criticized the Lady’s first work.

To his surprise, this time she did not get angry, but instead nodded and said, "You’re right, so this time I’ve only provided an outline, and I would like to ask you to take up the pen. With your literary cultivation, you will surely create a masterpiece."

Timothy huffed, instinctively wanting to cross his legs in his usual pose, but quickly realized something was amiss and shouted angrily, "So you’re saying you haven’t even written the script, and you want my troupe to perform!"

"I could write it if you don’t mind," she offered.

"I bet the audience would all be gone before we even finish the first act," Timothy sighed in resignation. "Even if I could write the script in one day, no, half a day, there’s still not enough time. The actors won’t have time to rehearse, let alone memorize their lines."

"No worries, we can still ’reskin’," Li Yu suggested.

"What is ’reskinning’?" Timothy had never heard of this concept before.

"Reskinning is taking one or several plays that you’ve already performed, picking out the content similar to the new play, making some minor changes, and then it’s ready to use. It saves the actors extra rehearsal time."

Timothy was dumbfounded upon hearing this. It took him a long time to collect his thoughts before he seriously said,

"Your method isn’t just blasphemy against the god of art; it’s absolute, outright crime. The person who first suggested this should be hanged, boiled in oil, sawed in half!"

"We can discuss the artistic issues later," Miss Rabbit interrupted the theater troupe leader’s accusation. "If we’re just looking at feasibility, what do you think?"

"Just answering your question is already making me feel sick," Timothy held his chest, "Even if we could compress the rehearsal time, we absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not have time to memorize lines anymore, so I advise you to drop this idea as soon as possible."

"Lines can be prompted with a teleprompter." Li Yu added.

"What kind of devilry is this?" Timothy felt a sinister premonition just hearing those three words.

"It’s simple, find a large board and write the lines the actors need to say on it, and they won’t need to memorize them anymore."

"And then the whole city will know that the actors of Love and Honey Wine can’t remember their lines!" Timothy screamed.

"If that really bothers you, you can have the person with the teleprompter stay behind the curtain."

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