It seems to be a story about heroes and knights.

But it's not a story of heroes and knights.

In the memory of Thirty-two, no other play has ever set the tone with such a picture—it has a certain suffocating repression, but it reveals an indescribable power, as if the smell of steel and fire was constantly escaping from the depths of the picture, surrounding the young knight in military uniform.

It wasn't flamboyant, it wasn't elaborate, it wasn't religious, it wasn't going to be a sign of religion or royal power—the aristocrats who were accustomed to traditional theater wouldn't like it, especially the blood on the young knight's face and the scars on his armor, which were too "ugly" to be true.

The aristocrats of the old days preferred to watch the knights in gorgeous and ostentatious golden armor under the protection of the gods to eradicate evil, or watch the princesses and knights wander between the castle and the manor, singing some gorgeous and empty chapters, even if there is a battlefield, it is also a "paint" for love.

Those greased and whitewashed canaries can't stand the scorching heat of iron and fire.

However, ordinary people who have never been exposed to "high society" do not know what the noble lords were doing every day, they only think that what they are seeing is part of the "drama", and they talk about it around the large, beautiful portraits.

Thirty-two also stood under the outer wall of the Great Hall for a long time, looking up at the huge painting more than three meters high—the original of which may have been the work of a certain artist, but what was hanging here at the moment should be a machine-copied copy—for half a minute, the tall, silent man just watched silently, without saying a word, his face covered with bandages like stone.

Until his partner's voice came from the side: "Hi-Thirty-two, what's wrong with you?" ”

The tall man just woke up from a dream, he blinked, withdrew his gaze from the promotional poster of the Magic Shadow Drama, and looked around in confusion, as if he couldn't figure out whether he was in reality or in a dream for a while, and couldn't figure out why he was here, but soon he reacted and said in a sullen voice: "It's okay." ”

"You've always had so few words," the dark-skinned man shook his head, "you must have been stunned—to be honest, I was stunned at first sight, what a beautiful painting!" You didn't see anything like this in the countryside before......"

As he spoke, the crowd around him had already surged, and it seemed that it was finally time for the Great Hall to open, and the thirty-second heard a whistle coming from the direction of the gate not far away—it must be the brass whistle that the construction captain wore around his neck every day, and its sharp and loud voice was familiar to everyone here.

The partner pushed him again: "Hurry up and keep up, if you miss it, you won't have a good position!" I've heard from the mechanic who delivered supplies last time that the Shadow Drama is a rarity, and there aren't even many cities in the south that can see it! ”

Ah, the rarities - there are so many rares in this era.

Thirty-two didn't speak, he had been pushed by his partner to blend in with the crowd, and followed the crowd into the auditorium, many people crowded in, the usual place for morning meetings and classes was quickly filled, and the wooden platform at the front of the lobby had an extra set of large magic devices than usual.

It looked like a magic net terminal, but it was much larger and more complex than the one used for communication in the camp, and on the large triangular base, there were several projection crystals of different sizes forming a crystal array, and the glimmer of light surging above the array, which was obviously ready to be debugged.

Thirty-two sat down, and sat under the wooden platform with the others, his partner chattering excitedly, and before the Shadow Show began, he made his opinion that they had finally taken a slightly higher position, which made him seem in a good mood, and he was not the only one who was excited, and the whole auditorium seemed to be noisy because of it.

Then, the mechanical bell set up in the Great Hall rang sharply and sharply, and the complex and large magic machine on the wooden platform began to operate, accompanied by magical projections large enough to cover the entire platform, and a low and solemn sound of music, and the noisy place finally fell silent.

Here we go.

People who had been busy expressing opinions and making speculations before them were quickly attracted by what was happening in front of them—

At first, when the projection and sound first appeared, some people thought it was just some kind of special magic web broadcast, but when a story that seemed to be real suddenly came into view, everyone's mind was firmly absorbed by the projection.

It was a breathtaking tale of a catastrophe, a man-made catastrophe, a brave knight, a group of fallen victims, a group of brave men, and a noble and tragic sacrifice—the people in the Great Hall held their breath, everyone gathered their voices, but slowly, there were very soft voices coming from all corners.

This is not the kind of drama that the traditional aristocracy sees, it has left off the pompous obscurity of traditional drama, the long and short poems and empty and useless heroic confessions that require more than ten years of grammatical accumulation to understand, it only has a straightforward story, making everything as simple as the narration of those who have experienced it, and this straightforward simplicity makes the people in the hall quickly understand the content of the play, and quickly realize that this is the disaster they have experienced—the disaster recorded from another perspective.

"Ah, that windmill!" The partner sitting next to him suddenly couldn't help but let out a low whisper, and the man, who was born and raised in the plain of the Holy Spirit, looked directly at the projection on the stage, repeating over and over again, "Cabre's windmill...... That's Cabre's windmill...... My nephew's family lives there......"

Someone nearby whispered, "That's Solinburg, right?" I know the walls over there......"

"This ...... Is this someone recording everything that happened at that time? Oh my God, how did they do it......"

"Definitely not, didn't I say it, it's a play - the play is fake, I know, those are the actors and the sets......"

"But they look so real, they look like the real thing!"

"yes, it looks so real......"

In front of everyone, a lot of familiar things appeared, and then those familiar things disappeared one by one, and soon, the people in the hall became quiet again, and even quieter than before.

Thirty-two sat like a silent sculpture in the midst of the silent crowd, watching the irreversible catastrophe unfold in the magical image, watching the last knight of the fallen land embark on his final journey.

He watched it all in silence.

Time passes imperceptibly, and this incredible "drama" finally comes to an end.

However, no one moved, and Thirty-Two sat in silence like everyone else.

It wasn't until the words "the end of the story" appeared on the projection, until the list of producers and a low and tactful ending song appeared at the same time, that the dark-skinned partner sitting next to him suddenly took a deep breath, as if he was calming down, and then noticed Thirty-two, who was still staring at the projection screen, he squeezed out a smile and pushed the other party's arm: "Thirty-two, you still watch - it's over." ”

"Ah...... Oh, yes...... It's over......"

"Seeing that you don't usually speak, I didn't expect to be attracted to this thing," the dark-skinned partner said with a smile, but the corners of his eyes drooped when he smiled, "Indeed, it is indeed attractive...... Is this the 'drama' that the aristocratic lords used to watch...... It's really not ordinary, it's not ordinary......"

"That's not the kind of drama that the aristocracy watched." Number 32 said sullenly.

"It's like you've seen it," the partner shook his head, then muttered thoughtfully, "it's all gone......"

Thirty-two did not speak, he looked at the stage, where the projection was not extinguished by the end of the "play", those subtitles were still scrolling upwards, and now they had reached the end, and after the end of the final list, lines of huge words suddenly appeared, attracting the attention of many people again.

"I dedicate this drama to every victim of war, to every brave soldier and commander, to those who have lost their loved ones, to those who survived.

"To the land we love so much, to the rebuilders of this land.

"To Belk Loren."

The magical projection above the wooden platform finally faded, and a moment later, a bell rang from the direction of the entrance of the hall.

One by one, the people got up and left, but one remained where he was, sitting there quietly as if he hadn't heard the bell.

"Thirty-two?" The dark-skinned man pushed his partner's arm and whispered with a hint of concern, "Thirty-two! It's time to go, it's time to ring. ”

However, the tall man, whose scars were covered with bandages, just sat still, as if out of his body for a long time, speechless, he still seemed to be immersed in the story that had ended, until his partner pushed him several times in a row, and he woke up from his dream with an "ah".

"You're not going to be stunned, are you?" The partner looked at him suspiciously, "This is not what you usually look like." ”

"I'm ......" Thirty-two opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The partner glanced back at the projection device that had been extinguished, and the dark-skinned man pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice two seconds later, "But I'm not much better than you...... It's the real thing...... Thirty-two, do you think that story is true? ”

Thirty-two finally stood up slowly, and said in a deep voice, "We're rebuilding this place, at least it's true. ”

The partner glanced at him a little surprised, as if he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to show such positive thoughts, and then the dark-skinned man grinned and laughed: "That's, this is where our ancestors have lived for generations." ”

"I gave myself a name." Number 32 said suddenly.

"Huh?" The partner felt a little unable to keep up with Thirty-Two's train of thought, but he quickly reacted, "Ah, that's good! You're finally going to give yourself a name—though I'm used to calling you Thirty-Two...... By the way, what did you name yourself? ”

Thirty-two was silent for a few seconds and spat out a few words: "Just call Sam." ”

The partner was stunned for a moment, and then cried and laughed: "You think of such a name for a long time - you are still literate, do you know how many Sams there are in this camp alone?" ”

"I think it's a good name."

"But the earth is deadly. Isn't there a saying that the lord's heaps are lined up, and forty Sams are busy in them—Sam who farms, Sam who digs, Sam who feeds horses and cuts wood, and Sam who works on the ground! ”

Thirty-two suddenly laughed.

The face covered in bandages, scars, and crystals looked a little weird in this smile, but the bright eyes shone brightly.

He said in a somewhat happy tone, "So, it's a good name." ”

"Then you can do whatever you want," the partner shrugged helplessly, "Anyway, we must go—we're running out." ”

At the exit of the hall, a man in uniform was standing, urging the last few people in the hall to leave with his gaze.

Thirty-two nodded, and he followed his partner, holding his chest up like a newly recovered soldier and walking towards the exit of the hall.

At the exit, there is also a large "poster" of "beacon fire", and the young knight with a sword stands heroically on the ground, his eyes like a torch.

Although the "actor" in the magic shadow drama is six or seven points similar to this young man, after all, what is on this "poster" is what he remembers.

He walked past the poster, paused slightly, and whispered in a whisper that no one could hear:

"Goodbye, son."

Then, Sam left.