Work Prophet
Chapter 226 - 74: The Birth of a Bad Play

Chapter 226: Chapter 74: The Birth of a Bad Play

"No, I cannot accept," Timothy struggled.

"Suppose I really perform this play in three days as per your demand, it would be a complete disaster, an everlasting stain in my life, and both my troupe and I would be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of art... Why can’t you find another way to handle this matter?"

"I don’t have many choices," Ireya said, "considering the opponent we’re facing this time, the only way I can seek justice is by mobilizing... by mobilizing..."

"The power of public opinion," Li Yu added.

"Right, I need to let as many people know about this matter as possible so that for the sake of our family’s reputation, the Figrola family must give me an explanation."

"Forgive my bluntness, but I’m just a theater troupe leader, I don’t want to get involved in this kind of affair among you nobles," Timothy said, "not to mention opposing the Figrola family, this is the West Territory, even the kids playing in the mud by the roadside know whose territory it is here."

"Then why did you give me a hint when we first met?" Miss Rabbit countered.

"You knew that was just a hint... If I were you, I wouldn’t have come back," Timothy replied.

"Aren’t you a man of Hels? Hels had already agreed to cooperate with me," the young girl expressed her confusion.

"Who said I was a man of Hels," Timothy replied impatiently, beginning to usher them out, "Alright, alright, I’ve given you enough help already, you should try to handle the rest yourself, and don’t drag me down any further."

"I have another question," Li Yu did not get up, "Do you know Leo?"

At the mention of this name, Timothy’s expression suddenly changed, and at this point, Miss Rabbit finally realized who the theater troupe leader really was; she slapped her thigh.

"Right, how could I forget, you and your troupe came from the Royal Capital."

"So what, my plays are so good, isn’t it normal for me to know a few nobles in the Royal Capital?"

After the initial shock, Timothy quickly regained composure, snorted, and said arrogantly with hands on his hips, "I’ve even discussed poetry with the Queen."

"But for Leo, you got involved in Figrola family’s internal strife, that’s not very wise for an ordinary theater troupe leader," Li Yu said, "You are a man of the Second Son Alliance."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Timothy’s face turned ugly.

"Just imagine if this news were passed back to the Royal Capital, which noble would dare to watch your performance, the Empress probably would no longer come to you to discuss poetry either," Li Yu warned.

Timothy, hit where it hurt, visibly softened and lost his previous demeanor.

He collapsed into the chair, hands pulling at his hair, letting out a cry of agony, "No, I cannot betray my aesthetic; the god of art would condemn me, I will never again write good works!"

"Haven’t you already produced many classic plays? Even if you don’t write new ones, those should be enough for your troupe to perform," Miss Rabbit said.

"As a creator in his prime, how can I start living off my past so early!" he exclaimed.

"I understand, so you are sacrificing for the sake of art," the young girl said solemnly, "even if it means struggling in the upper circles of the Royal Capital, you will maintain your performance standards. Indeed, that spirit is touching, alright, then we will fulfill your wishes."

"Well, that won’t be necessary."

Timothy saw that playing the victim had not succeeded and had also resulted in him pulling out quite a bit of his own hair, so he could only stop his impromptu performance and said with resignation.

"Sigh, I’m just unlucky to have met you... Give me the outline of the story, I will write the script overnight and have it staged. But let’s get one thing straight, after I’ve helped you this time, you can’t use this to threaten me anymore."

"Of course, we keep our word." Li Yu said, "But even if we don’t threaten you, it’s very likely that others will in the future. If you don’t want something similar to happen, you shouldn’t have started working for the Second Son Alliance in the first place."

"It’s not that easy," Timothy shook his head, "When I first started out, despite my talent, I had no connections, no money, especially in the Royal Capital, where there are too many young artists waiting for their break just like me."

"Without sponsorship, we’d be out of here before long. Back then, I had nothing and had to seize every opportunity that came my way. Every gift in life comes at a price, and now it’s time for me to pay my debts."

"The path of art is indeed full of bumps and difficulties." Lady commented.

"Isn’t that the truth," Timothy agreed, "Even beautiful flowers are born from dirty, ugly soil."

"If you really hit a creative block in the future, you can come to me." Li Yu said, "Saturday might be able to offer some help."

Although Timothy responded casually, he clearly didn’t take Li Yu’s words to heart.

On other matters, he might not speak with authority, but when it comes to scriptwriting, Timothy considered himself quite authoritative, whereas Ireya and Li Yu were clearly amateurs.

Timothy didn’t think he would ever sink to the point of needing guidance from two amateurs.

As for Saturday, he had heard some of this entity’s feats recently, especially from the Dragon Slayer script that Ireya provided, which did have quite a bit about Saturday and the Double Rest Sect.

However, even if Saturday could bestow Holy Artifacts and defeat Black Dragons, scriptwriting still wasn’t its domain—it was still under the auspices of the great God of Art.

Especially this self-proclaimed Prophet, his attitude towards art and his various unheard-of wild methods instinctively repelled Timothy.

Honey Wine had taken many years to build its current reputation; Timothy didn’t want to see it all go up in flames.

The theater troupe leader had already made up his mind that after this compulsory performance, he would take his troupe and flee Rock Snow City overnight, escaping the West and forgetting this nightmare.

But for now, he could only start work with tears in his eyes.

"Oh, right." Miss Rabbit suddenly remembered something, "Can I recommend another actor? Don’t worry, his understanding of the role is profound—a perfect embodiment. His performance definitely won’t hold you back."

"Ah, there it is. I knew no dreadful play could be complete without the patron’s chosen actor," the theater troupe leader rolled his eyes, "Dear Miss, you really have gathered all the elements of a terrible play, but it doesn’t matter anymore, add whatever you want, we’re doomed anyway."

"Then I’ll also provide some sound effects support for your troupe." Li Yu patted Timothy on the shoulder, consoling, "I actually think the final outcome won’t be too bad. You’re the troupe leader; you should have more faith in your new play."

"I need to drink myself into oblivion to maybe find my confidence again," Timothy said grimly.