Chapter 1026 1008 Chapelle

Chapter 1026 1008. Chapelle

Lan En blinked blankly, as if to say, "Am I abnormal or are you abnormal?".

And Dandelion continued to speak excitedly.

"The Kiss of Victory! Although it is not from the hand of a famous artist, the timing of the painting and the scene it describes are too suitable."

"I heard that at the end of the Battle of Sodden Mountain, Ms. Tishaya held the shield with the rough sketch in a sad manner, and both Foltest and Vizimir who participated in the battle were moved by it."

"This story is well known, Lan En!"

The demon hunter was speechless. He licked his lips first, then scratched his head, and looked at a loss.

Lan En knew very well that the 'Tishaya' on the battlefield of Sodden Mountain at that time was actually Margarita who cast an illusion spell and became the 'person in the middle'.

But in the eyes of the onlookers, they don't have the [vision] to see through the appearance, whether it was the kiss at that time, or the subsequent sorrow of Margarita for the painter soldier who died in the last moment of the war.

In fact, they are all covered with a layer of "Tishaya".

With a "snap", when Dandelion was about to go backstage and hand over the cloak he had made as a performance prop to the troupe, Lan En grabbed him.

The poet's body was pulled and staggered.

"Hey, what are you doing? My hand was almost torn!"

"If your hand is torn off, I can replace it with a new one for you." Lan En said nonchalantly, and stared at Dandelion seriously. As if to confirm something extremely important.

"But this love story. It has to be changed! Master Dan! It really has to be changed!"

"Change?! How to change it?!"

It would be better if he didn't say it. Once he talked about it, Dandelion seemed to be more excited than Lan En.

"I know you have a psychological burden. Lady Margarita and Triss are enough to scare you, right? Sorceresses are like this, they are powerful and self-centered. A man sandwiched between two sorceresses is like an ice cube sandwiched between two irons. It's an understatement to say that he will be crushed to pieces."

"Now there is a more powerful one involved. But it's one thing for you to feel uncomfortable, but is this not the truth? We scriptwriters can modify and adapt, but we can't ignore the facts!"

"There are only two of you in the painting, kissing! On the battlefield! How do you want me to change it? Change the solemn, calm, black-haired Tissaya de Vries to the gorgeous, cheerful, blonde Margarita Laux Andrea?"

At the end, Dandelion refused with a literary pride.

He raised his head, as if he had a character that could not be insulted.

"I will never lie to art, Lan En!"

"But that was Margarita, she used an illusion spell at the time."

Lan En said seriously.

"Ah?"

Dandelion looked at Lan in surprise. Lan could tell what he was thinking without any other methods.

——You asked me to pretend to be a teacher? Can you play like this just because you know magic?

"I really hope that the first thing you think of is not the 'game', but the political stance at that time."

The demon hunter covered his head and sighed with a headache.

Dandelion also reacted. At that time on the battlefield, it seemed that the primary issue was indeed the stance issue, and there was no time to think about other things.

But even if the poet reacted, he waved his hand decisively.

"Poetry art is not used to find out the truth behind the facts, Lan. That is what historians and old scholars should do. It is used to move people."

"You and Tissaya de Vries kissed on the battlefield. This is the scene that everyone saw and was moved by. Then I will describe it."

"Then it can't be deleted?" Lan looked at Dandelion, who was so stubborn that his face seemed to have a layer of noble glory. He couldn't help but hold the last bit of expectation and asked him.

"Delete the love story. How about we just sing praises to the glorious deeds on the battlefield?"

"Delete?" Dandelion sneered at the tall demon hunter. "Haha, have you seen the script in Lady Irina's hand?"

Lan En looked at the temporary wooden stage on the slaughterhouse. Lady Irina was wearing a dress with a wide collar and her hair was neatly combed into a dignified style.

It looked like she was the candidate to play Tishaya.

The thickness of the script in her hand seemed to be the length of a finger.

Dandelion said coldly beside Lan En: "After deleting the love story, how much of the thick script do you think will be left, dear Lan En?"

"How much?"

"The thickness of a fingernail." Dandelion held the small fingernail of his little finger with his thumb and gestured to Lan En. "It's just this big. Just like the other wizards in the Battle of Sodden Mountain, a passing guest in a great drama."

"This is just her script, the script for the leading role, and the script for the supporting role. It's amazing, Duke, you cut the length of this play by half with just one sentence!"

Lan En pressed his forehead uncomfortably.

Dandelion took the opportunity to quickly slip backstage: "Don't think about it, it can't be changed, just like that."

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The hastily made alchemical cloak was sent to the protagonist backstage.

This cloak will appear as a prop in the whole play and run through the entire plot. In terms of the treatment of the product, it is simply unparalleled.

Of course, at this time, theatrical performances actually already had the investment form of "sponsor". But the concept of product placement like this is still the first time.

On the bustling street outside, more and more people were passing by the site that was originally a slaughterhouse, and were attracted by the lively and strange sounds inside.

"Is there a show in there now?"

"No, everyone is rehearsing. But the rehearsal is quite nice. Do you want to buy a ticket and go in to see it?"

At the gate of the venue, the troupe's conductor skillfully set up a table and sold tickets there, which was the troupe's main revenue.

The wooden door of the venue opened with a creak, and Geralt's boots of the advanced wolf school clicked on the muddy ground as he walked in.

He sniffed, adjusting to the smell of the slaughterhouse lingering in the mud.

"Finally done."

He sat next to Lan En, leaning on his knees with his elbows, bending over and looking at the stage in front of him.

Under the stage were long benches like those in taverns, and now Geralt and Lan were sitting on a bench.

"You don't look too tired."

Lan En tilted his head and looked at him.

"This work is not tiring, but it is too broken." Geralt shook his head, and his milky white hair in a ponytail swayed.

"I found the sea parrots, a group of jugglers who are responsible for promoting the show. I also ran to the dock and found a few fierce-looking Skellige sailors to act as on-site security."

"I'm almost bored to death with all the walking around in this big city. It's not even convenient to ride a horse."

"Good thing it's over?"

"Yeah, luckily it's over."

Lann handed Geralt an apple, which he had taken from the troupe.

Geralt took it and started chewing it. After taking two bites, he pushed Lan En beside him with his knee.

"There's someone who wants to see you." He pointed in the general direction with the hand holding the apple, "He's here."

As he spoke, he held an apple in his mouth, put his hands on his knees, stood up on his own, and walked to the side.

The person who took his place was an unattractive man, wearing a ruffled linen shirt and a leather jacket that was black with oil stains.

Lan En still looked at the rehearsing actors walking back and forth on the stage naturally.

"First meeting, Grand Duke Lan En."

The man sitting next to the witcher was looking at the stage like him, but he was still talking.

"I've known you since the first day you came to this great city. But I never had the chance to meet you until now."

"So, you're another shapeshifter? Chapelle?"

Lan En understood who the visitor was almost without thinking.

Let Geralt be introduced as a middleman and know his whereabouts, but he has no impression at all without making second guesses.

"You are indeed as wise as the legend says."

Next to the witcher, Chapelle also admitted it frankly.

"Don't speak in that tone." Lan En said calmly, "I'm not a king, there's no need to act like a jester and hold me up so high."

Sea Parrot's promotion seems to be very effective indeed. Even though today is just a rehearsal, many people still enter the venue one after another and sit on the benches noisily.

This kind of noise is like the noise in a tavern, which can cover up the words of the two people nearby.

"Let me guess." Lan En said with great interest, "The Eternal Flame knows that I am in the city and even knows where I have been. But they have never sent anyone to talk to them. Let me talk."

"That's already considered 'hostility', right?"

"Such speculation is a bit extreme, Archduke." Chapelle shook his head, "It's just that Bishop Hemelfat needs to be cautious about how to contact you."

"Because I'm a mutant carved out of the teachings of the Eternal Fire?"

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"You see, this is 'hostility'. Or to a lesser extent: wariness."

Chapelle was silent for a while, but still defended himself.

"This is indeed related to your identity, but the doctrine of eternal fire is the foundation for the establishment of the sect. You should always be cautious when dealing with related issues."

After saying these words, Lan En turned his face away from the rehearsal stage for the first time and glanced at Chapelle beside him.

A surprised look.

"Wait. Did I hear that right? You're defending the Eternal Fire? A shapeshifter defending the Eternal Fire?"

But the unknown person transformed by Chapelle looked directly into Lan En's surprised eyes without any evasion.

He didn't say anything, but his meaning was very clear.

"Wow." Lan En felt like he was a little out of his mind.

"Do you really believe in the eternal fire?!"