Chapter 173: Erin's Wish
When the two returned home, Fei Lin shook his head helplessly, "Can't you think about it for a few more days before answering Your Highness?"
He saw that his wife was almost jumping and walking when she returned, and the last time he saw her so happy was probably at the wedding.
"No," Erin stuck out her tongue, "a late day is going to keep me awake." β
Also, she loves drama so much that when she was in the fortress theater, she often practiced alone in the middle of the night, and often spoke to herself. If it weren't for the Duke, she would have gone from being a theater flower to a veritable theater star. Thinking of this, he gently hugged his wife from behind, "I'm sorry." β
"......," Erin patted him on the head, "it's not your fault, you were transferred to another city at the time, and there was nothing you could do to stop him." She chuckled softly, "If you want to apologize, go cook, I want to read the script first." β
"Okay, okay, I'll do it. Filin kissed her earlobe, "Porridge and fried eggs, plus a grilled sausage as a celebration." β
Many of the furnishings of the new home were different from the ones he was used to, such as the cooking stove, and at the Changge Fortress, both nobles and commoners would have an open hearth in the center of the main living room, rather than a separate room for the stove as in the new residence. The stove is surrounded on three sides and has a chimney at the back. The entrance to the passage is equipped with a horizontal movable baffle that can be closed when not in use to prevent smoke from coming out of the stove for the downstairs residents.
It's easy to see the benefits of this design, as when the door is closed, the living room is not affected by cooking fumes and smells, and the indoor temperature can be effectively lowered in summer.
Filling the stove with wood and wood chips, the flame was lit, and he began to concentrate on making tonight's dishes.
After dinner, Erin continued to work on the script, and it was almost time for the candle to run out before she put down the third book and let out a long sigh.
"How's that?" Filin couldn't help but wonder what kind of script had taken her so long to read, considering that when she was in the theater before, she could read a dozen of such thick booklets in half a day.
"Really...... It's hard to describe," exclaimed Erin, "that every book is full of novelty, and I've never seen a story like it! In Cinderella, the prince is not interested in a princess, but a beautiful commoner girl...... It was not surprising, but he insisted on taking a commoner as his wife. I even wondered if His Royal Highness wouldn't be dissatisfied with the absurdity of the story when he saw it, and I couldn't help but applaud the prince when he found Cinderella again and put her on the slipper. β
"'Midnight Rooster's Crow' is also very interesting, it's much simpler than 'Cinderella', and I think about two or three scenes will tell the story clearly. Moreover, the description of the serfs plucking up the courage to confront the aristocracy is very wonderful, and after a long foreshadowing, the change in the mood of the serfs from the most enduring to the unbearable is fully presented...... The feeling of explosion when you finally decide to resist gives people a hearty feeling!"
"Serfs against nobles?" said Film, a frown, something that nobles would never tolerate. If the serfs in Syrt's manor dared to use hoes and shovels against the master, the father would have put their heads on the door of the manor the next day. "Does Your Highness really want you to perform such a play?"
"That's because you didn't read the script," Erin gave him a blank look, "and after reading it, you will feel the same way as me, you can't stand up and resist, the little nobles are simply too deceitful - in the face of the persecution that wants people's lives, they still just beat the nobles with cloth bags, I think they have been very restrained." Later, the nobles wanted to put all the serfs to death, and a passing witch rescued them. She transforms into the image of a well-known local nobleman, stops the bad guys, and goes to the lord's castle to intercede for the serfs. The lord made a wise and merciful decision after some debate - he bought the serfs and promoted them to freemen! I bet the audience would have cheered when the show arrived. β
But the nobles would have protested, Filmin thought, and then the theater would be pressured by the nobles to disband the crew...... Waiting, he suddenly realized that there were no other nobles living in the border town except for Viscount Tigu and His Royal Highness the Prince, and the latter was also the organizer of the crew. In other words, the plays that His Highness has requested to be performed are really only intended to be watched by the general public, and they can't earn a few bronze eagles from their hands. If you pay the level of the fortress theater, this is a loss-making deal. Could it be that His Highness is just for his own amusement?
"But my dear," Erin didn't notice the change in his expression, "although the first two plays are wonderful enough, they are nothing compared to the third "Witch's Diaries"! I bet that even in a big city like Chishui City and Wangdu, it will allow the theater to immediately pick out a crew to rehearse and hype up the story in advance! I have to say, Shujuan is really a screenwriter's genius, and this Witch's Diary is far superior to any other play today in terms of story content and narrative technique. β
"Are you sure?" Filin was amused by her serious appearance, "Even if I am in the fortress of long songs, I can often hear the name of Mr. Cajun Fez, his "To the Rose" and "The Prince of Love" are both works praised by everyone, not only in the royal capital, I heard that there are also theater troupes in other kingdoms to watch and learn, do you think it is even better than these classic plays?"
"Of course, you're doubting my eyes, my dear!" she recounted the contents of the script in general, "Let's not talk about the plot, it's the first time I've seen such a novel narrative technique." Rather than listening to a third person tell a story, it focuses on the three witches whose actions have a profound impact on each other, unbeknownst to them. But near the middle of the story, seemingly unrelated threads come together, and the three witches form an inseparable whole. I have to say that this new structure of multi-line parallel movement of the story is sure to be a sensation - not in Frontier Town, of course, and I doubt even how many people will see it coming up. She excitedly found a pen and paper and buried herself in writing, "No, I have to call all the theater mates quickly, I really want to see their surprise sooner!"
Filin stepped forward and pressed her hand, "Wait, Erin, don't you think...... Isn't this a story that defies common sense?"
After listening to his wife's story, he also felt that the whole story was gripping, showing that human nature is divided into three parts, whether it is good and evil, good and evil, but the description of witches is diametrically opposed to the church's statement, and it is too detailed - for example, the third lucky person can release his ability uncontrollably due to the love of his family, and finally finds out that the demon phagogue is just a deceptive lie, and the witch is no different from ordinary people in addition to controlling magic, and she will laugh and cry, and she will be grief-stricken when her relatives die. Isn't His Royal Highness Roland afraid that after the news spreads, the church will come to his door?
"Against common sense? no...... Film, before they became witches, they were all ordinary people, right?"
"Well, that's right. β
"What about me?" said Erin, her eyes wide, "If I became a witch, would you think I was evil?"
"No, of course not," said Film, quickly, "you will always be the kind girl I know." β
"And what if we give birth to a daughter and she becomes a witch?"
"Of course it's even more impossibleβ" He suddenly closed his mouth, knowing in his heart what his wife meant. It's completely different from judging a witch on the sidelines of things and classifying your loved ones as evil.
"That's right," Erin nodded in satisfaction, "if we did give birth to a witch......"
"I will love her like the father of the third witch in the story. The knight knelt down on one knee and swore allegiance.
"That's the right answer," she said, putting down her quill and chuckling, "I think...... We can give it a try now. β
"Yes, darling," he whispered in her ear, and picked her up and walked towards the bedroom. (To be continued.) )