Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 136 Royal Capital Theater

In a theater that is like a sea of ​​stars in the dark night, under the focus of countless magic lights installed on the ceiling and walls.

The most eye-catching and only stage in the venue.

One of the most popular plays in the kingdom is being performed, "The Knight of the Founding of the Nation"

The lights illuminate the stage like the scorching sun at noon.

It was in stark contrast to the dark audience seated below.

The stage is incredibly large and wide, large enough to accommodate a castle set that is fifty meters long and seven or eight meters high.

In front of the exquisitely crafted "castle".

Dozens of actors wearing knight armor and holding metal swords were fighting hard on a lacquered wooden board with shallow grass growing on it, with superb acting skills, while vividly reciting the familiar lines.

Whether it is the lush and soft shallow grass that creates a great contrast, or the frequent floor repairs afterwards, these are masterpieces that only magicians can accomplish.

The actors on stage are strictly selected professionals.

There are only a handful of people with rank.

But even though they were wearing fifteen or twenty kilograms of armor and were fighting in a serious manner, their breathing was not disordered at all.

The lines interspersed in it are still sometimes high-pitched and sometimes gentle, accompanying the passionate symphony played by the symphony orchestra behind the scenes.

While being gripping, it also gives the audience an immersive and exciting feeling.

This obviously means the excellent quality of the troupe.

It also shows how much it costs to hire such an outstanding troupe for routine performances.

When the act ends, the bright red curtain drops, covering the stage.

In an independent box on the second floor, dozens of meters away from the stage.

A young noble with blond hair and gray eyes turned his gaze away calmly.

It seemed as if in his eyes, what he saw was just a mediocre performance that was not worth evaluating.

Instead of the Kingdom’s gentry and merchants competing to see the Kingdom’s Grand Theatre, the First Troupe’s performance…

He swirled the drink in his goblet.

The bright red liquid collides with the wall of the glass, exuding a light and mellow aroma of wine.

But the young noble only took a sip of the nectar poured from the bottle of Golden Fleece wine which cost more than a dozen gold coins.

Then he placed the wine glass on the table beside him.

Next to the goblet and the bottle was an opened envelope with a wax seal of the Eric family emblem and a piece of opened and read letter paper.

Xin was a secret envoy who was placed in the family's silver-rank knights. He was sent to a small town in the northern border to investigate a case of a seventh-rank monster going berserk. This was the report he sent back.

Feisong Eric, who was wearing a casual and gorgeous dress, suddenly spoke in an ambiguous tone in the box where he was the only one in it:

"Mr. Vasa, what do you think about this?"

A beam of blue flame shot out from a small corner of the box, emitting a faint but stubborn light until the fuel within was burned out.

As the embers fell to the ground, the waves of magic spread out in all directions, and invisible ripples passed through the air, through the tables and chairs, and even through Feshon Eric.

The entire box is included without any difference.

"Sound Blocking"

A favorite spell of nobles when plotting or conversing.

Then, a figure wearing a long coat and a black half-high felt hat quietly appeared two meters behind Fei Song's chair.

There was no unusual fluctuation of magical power, no breeze, and no sign at all, as if the man who appeared had always been there.

This is undoubtedly a technique of controlling the external release of battle breath to achieve an effect similar to magic.

The man called Vasa did not respond, but walked slowly to the other side of the table.

A wine glass was summoned from the ring on her finger.

Unlike the standard high-heeled glasses for drinks such as wine and red wine, what he took out was a glass flat-bottomed cup commonly seen in large city bars.

He grabbed the bottle, ignoring Feisong's meaning and gaze, poured himself a full glass and drank it all in one gulp.

As a duke and one of the heirs of Eric's family, Fesson just smiled and did not say anything about Vasa's rudeness.

Of course, he didn't dare to express it.

Then he joked:

"Your space ring can hold anything."

"Make the best use of everything. What does someone think he wants me to do?"

"Hunting down the dark elves who have gone into hiding, investigating the movements of the orcs in the territory of Earl Xeroy. Going to the northern border to investigate the movements and deployment of the Ori Kingdom's army."

With a "bang", Angus Vasa slammed the wine glass with only a few drops of liquid left on the table.

Under the terrifying force, the wine glass and the cloth on it immediately pressed a circular pit on the table, which was as deep as the thickness of the bottom of the glass.

Miraculously, the glass cup did not shatter, and the table was not smashed off by the heavy blow like a hammer.

Angus sneered:

"It's a place where no one lives and only wolves can be seen baring their teeth. I feel like I can't live without a glass of wine."

"The other four golds in the kingdom, not to mention the beauties and gold coins, are at least respected and have decent jobs. But in my place, they just run errands."

"I thought you had a great chance of becoming the next Duke Eric, so I made the investment and bet in advance, but you treated me like a donkey. Damn it, maybe I should have chosen Glickman!"

Feisong ignored Angus, who was pretending to gnash his teeth.

This golden-rank old monster, who has lived for more than 150 years and witnessed and protected the succession of the Duke's throne for several generations in Eric's family, is not stupid.

He was only a candidate for the Dukedom, and not even the first in line.

No matter how great the potential is, no matter how much benefit it can bring to the family in the future.

There was no need for Angus to obey him and curry his favor with him.

Fei Song knew that even if this old monster had little experience in strategies and tactics, he would not really bet only on him.

It's just talk, don't take it seriously.

There is nothing wrong in showing goodwill, but goodwill can be multilateral.

He didn't need to think too much to know that Angus must have selected two or three candidates for more or less investment.

The second in line of succession, Eric Glickman, is among them.

Therefore, Angus's statement that he did not choose Glickman was simply nonsense in Fesong's opinion.

It's just a kind of pressure in conversation.

But he would not retaliate against Angus for his actions.

Even if he really became a duke in the future and had a gold-level guardian who could replace Angus.

Stabbing people who have made contributions in the back or discarding them after they have done their job based on personal feelings will not really change the current situation of managers.

It would only make the things he could do within his capabilities narrower and narrower, magnifying his own insignificance and incompetence...

At this, Fei Song just smiled bitterly and said:

"These are things that need to be done in advance. There is a saying in the Southern Empire called 'prepare for a rainy day'. If we make some preparations now, the family won't have to spend more energy and financial resources on this in the future."

"The same goes for you, Mr. Vasa. It will save you a lot of effort in the future."