Falosi Central Theatre.

Chancellor Díaz was honored to sit next to Crondo III.

Instead of sitting in the VIP seats of the Central Theatre, Clendo III sat in an ordinary seat like a visitor.

Minister Dias was honored to sit beside the venerable king, but he was still a little restless.

"Look, those old guys are here." Crondo III sat at the top of the auditorium, where the audience sitting below could be clearly seen.

"Master Brad and Master Kelsen, they really aren't much... Love the appearance of the movie. ”

Chancellor Díaz replied with some stiffness to Clendo III's words, and Clendo III was probably the only one in the whole of Fallosi who dared to call those masters of writing 'old fellows'.

"Aren't you one of them? Diaz Qing. Clondo III whispered.

This sentence made Chancellor Dias freeze all over, and he almost felt like his heart was about to stop.

"Your Majesty Crondo, I... I ......" Just as Chancellor Díaz tried to defend himself, Clondo III reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"I can understand your feelings, Dias."

Clendor III looked at the seated audience below, some of them Farrosid's esteemed nobles, and some of Fallosi's well-known playwrights, who nodded to him before they were seated.

"I love Falosi's stage plays, and I am no less passionate about them than any of you." Clendor III said.

This sentence made the minister Dias slightly stunned, he had heard some old conservatives complain that the king was too 'fond of the new and hated the old', and that he 'admired the devil's fate, thinking it far superior to the traditional art of Fallosi'.

But this is not the case.

"Falosi's stage play is the best, isn't it? It's an art form that combines the best of Fallosi for thousands of years, and it can't be replaced, and I used to believe it. Clendo III's fingers crossed, and his deep voice was filled with extremely mixed feelings.

"But the first time I watched the 'movie' that Canara brought back from Nolan, I felt more unwilling than just appreciating it."

"Your Majesty—" Minister Dias had gradually understood the mood of Crondo III, and his heart had become a little sad.

"At that moment, I realized the limits of the stage play, and the expression and dissemination method of 'film' have completely overtaken the stage play, so... I'm not reconciled, and I've thought about denying 'movies' to Falosi just like you, but does it really work? Clendo III looked at the figure sitting at the front of the audience, and it was Mrs. Nishizawa.

"The answer is that it doesn't work, even if I refuse, that Chaos Demon can still make many excellent movies, the people will never be foolish to choose the past, Kalana she gladly chose to accept the future, I, as the ruler of the Fallosi, can only let the Fallosians fall behind any country in the art form of acting."

Chancellor Dias listened to Crondo III's bland narration, and if it weren't for the fact that there was no extra space around, he would probably have fallen to his knees and listened to these words.

This king is lamenting the passing of an era, and this regret is still the most powerless kind of 'even if you want to resist, there is no way'.

"The stage play will not die, it will remain in the memory of the people of Falosi forever, and the appearance of 'cinema' has breathed new life into the art of Falosi."

Clendor III swept away the previous gloom, his voice full of anticipation.

"Dias, maybe the stage play can't be recognized by the Askers and Usta people, but the movie can!" Clendor III said.

"But Your Majesty, the prejudice of the people of the Iron Nation against Phalosi is so great that I really can't imagine those rude guys sitting in the audience."

Minister Díaz still has no confidence in his task.

Crondo III did not answer him, because the screen in the theater had officially emitted a faint glow.

The slightly noisy chatter in the audience disappeared in an instant.

Chancellor Díaz did not complain to Clause III again, and judging by Clause III's attitude, he had to take on this task.

The only thing Chancellor Dias can do now is to find some sparkle in this 'film', something that will also interest the 'barbarians' of the Iron Nation who don't know what art is.

A primeval forest shrouded in mist caught Chancellor Dias's eyes, along with a dense drum beat.

"When I was lying in the military hospital, I was so mutilated that I could barely move an inch."

The actor's low monologue in the movie suddenly sounded, and Minister Dias felt as if the voice was right in his ears.

The primeval forest in the picture also seemed to be close in front of him, and he only needed to reach out and touch it.

Can you see a show that is no different from reality? Minister Díaz saw the beginning and immediately thought of this promotional highlight of the 'movie'.

One of the main reasons why the people of the Iron Nation don't like stage plays is that the performances are so 'fake' that all performances are limited to one stage.

The film is completely different, and at this moment Chancellor Díaz only feels like he is in a primeval jungle.

Then in the dim light, Minister Dias immediately took out a codex and pen and began to write down the 'highlights' of the film that he thought of in the future, waiting for the future to go to the Iron Country, so as to fool the barbarians to watch.

Chancellor Dias had just written down the first one, and the image of the primeval forest suddenly disappeared, replaced by the hero waking up in a sealed environment.

"People don't dream when they sleep at low temperatures..."

This is... Where? In the coffin? Minister Díaz remembered a drama in which the hero wakes up from his coffin for revenge, but the next plot is far beyond the limits of Chancellor Dias's imagination.

"Tommy is a scientist, I'm not a ......"

Accompanied by the monologue of the male protagonist, the 'coffin' was suddenly pulled apart by something, and the scenery outside the 'coffin' made Minister Dias stop the action he had recorded.

It was a space made of metal and gushing magical particles, and the familiar protostone lamp gave him a strange feeling in this movie.

The people around them floated in mid-air as if they had been hit by the 'levitation technique' of the magic of order.

Where the hell is the hero?!

The same question flooded the minds of all the spectators present, including Minister Dias.

"He wants to find a new dimension in outer space, a new home for humanity." The actor's next monologue once again reveals a little bit of information.

New... Plane?

A large number of questions occupied the mind of Minister Dias.

"You've been cryo-frozen for five years, nine months, and twenty-two days." The man who looks like a pharmacist shouts at everyone.

Cryogenic freezing... Chancellor Dias had heard that some mages who had learned the frost system would freeze themselves into ice sculptures in order to live longer.

But what is it about these people's willingness to cryofreeze for so long? Refugees?

In the next second, a picture suddenly zoomed out, and in a void space, a behemoth made of steel slowly floated in the space.

After refracting a blue sphere from the metal on the behemoth's surface, Chancellor Diaz's pen fell to the ground.

This is the new plane of legend?