Gray Castle, the old royal capital, the Grand Theater of the Inner City.

There was a round of applause outside the study, which meant the curtain call on another outstanding performance.

And Cajun Fez's reading has come to an end.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his tired eyes, and then closed the script and put it back in the cabinet next to the table.

The title on the spine of the book is "Wolf's Heart".

Not only that, but the scripts in the most convenient position in the cabinet are "Witch Tale", "New City", "Dawn", etc., which are all farewell gifts given to him by May before leaving Wudong. Although many in the troupe thought it was a blatant ridicule, he took it all and brought it back to the theater to read it several times.

It's not that the script itself is so good — the creator is undoubtedly a novice, and the scenarios are so straightforward that they're basically at the beginning of telling the story clearly, but if he doesn't, there's nothing else he can do.

Cajun found himself losing the desire to create.

As soon as he picked up the pen, the image in the shadow came to his mind.

In the past, this was supposed to be the stage of the Grand Theater.

He couldn't conceive of the actors' positions and the placement of the set boards, just like it was hard to be satisfied with the sweetness of dew after tasting honey. In the shadows, the whole world has become a stage for performances, and there is no longer a gap between the audience and the actors, a shocking sight that opens a whole new door for him, only to turn him away again.

Even if he only glanced inside, Kajin couldn't turn back.

To be precise, it's not that he doesn't want to create anymore, but any ideas that come to him will be unconsciously put into the shadow to consider. For example, the close-up of the prince's smile when he first met the princess, and the bleak background when the two were separated gradually distanced...... Thoughts like these come flooding out and don't stop for almost a moment.

The Shadow brought him a myriad of things he wanted to try, but none of them had anything to do with the story of the theater.

It was this contradiction that made Caquin Fez's heart so uncomfortable.

It was only when he read through the script that he forgot about these troubles for a while.

But he also knew that this could only be used for a little relief.

Mei Yi was reluctant to disclose it, and the Executive Office did not reply...... It meant that Neverwinter had closed its doors to him completely, and he knew he was going to suffer forever until he found a new way to understand.

At this moment, a knock on the door of the maid sounded outside the room, "Master, there are a few letters sent to you." ”

Kakin closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, "Put it outside, I'll see later." ”

After the play, Röntgenium, Egpoe and others usually come to the study to discuss the experience and incomprehension of the performance, and he plans to recover some energy before then.

"But...... Inside there is a letter with the mark of the Grey Keep royal family on it. You told me that if it was a letter from Neverwinter, it must be delivered as soon as possible—"

Before the maid could finish her sentence, Kakin opened the door.

"Where is the faith?"

Startled, the latter hurriedly handed over a stack of letters, and then watched as the master of the drama snatched the royal letter from it and stuffed the other letters back.

Then the door was shut.

Kagin returned to his desk and eagerly unsealed the wax.

This is a letter from the King of Wimbledon to him!

Could it be that the other party finally knew that the Kajin Troupe had been to Wudong and wanted to present a drama for the enthronement ceremony?

If you can get in touch with the King of the Grey Keep, then wouldn't the Shadow also have a fall?

He suppressed his excitement and spread out the letter and looked down.

......

"How many roses did you receive today?" said Egerpoe on the way to his study.

"A dozen, not to be counted," Roentgen shrugged, "less than before." I don't care, though. ”

If those admirers heard this, their hearts would be broken in half. "It is inevitable that the number will decrease, and Your Majesty has sent half of the nobles to the mines, and this has become the old royal capital, so it is natural that you will have time to enjoy the drama than before." But as long as the city is still around, everything will slowly return to the way it was. ”

"My opinion is that it would be nice to have someone to send flowers," Benise pouted, "and there were only three of the six troupes left, and hopefully we won't become the next one." ”

Röntgen's expression also became quite emotional, "Yes, that war has changed so much......"

"Ahem, two ladies, we also need to see the benefits. Egpo coughed twice, "Isn't the rapid expansion of the Cajun Troupe precisely because of the absorption of those three families? We can't control the alternation of royal power, but we have alternated so many times in history, and everyone is still alive and well? ”

At the mention of Cajun Fez, everyone couldn't help but nod their heads, yes, since returning from Neverwinter, the teacher seemed to have suddenly aged several years. It's all to blame for May's refusal to reveal the origin of the Demon Shadow, and to use the possibility of being involved in secrets as a banner. Now that the matter has come to this, they naturally have to redouble their efforts.

"Teacher, excuse me—"

Walking to the study, Eggpo pushed open the door, and then was slightly stunned.

Something didn't seem quite right in the atmosphere in the room.

Instead of sitting on a soft couch waiting for them to arrive, as he had done before, Kajin stood at the table, looking distracted. After a long while, he looked at them, "...... Come on in. ”

"Teacher, what's going on?" Benise also noticed something strange about the other party.

"There's a letter from Neverwinter, from His Majesty the King. Kagin picked up the letter from his desk and handed it to the others, "Look at it too." ”

"This ...... Is that okay?"

"It doesn't matter. ”

After receiving the signal, Eigpo took the letterhead.

The others immediately gathered around.

Looking at everyone's expectant expressions, Kajin secretly sighed. Obviously, they thought the same thing at the moment as they did when they saw the letter - someone secretly blocked the transmission of the news, which caused the troupe to return to the old royal capital without doing anything. Now that His Majesty knows about it, the person who obstructed it should be unlucky.

But he guessed the beginning, but he couldn't guess the ending.

His Majesty did satisfy his curiosity, and in the letter he succinctly explained the principle of the Shadow - a "device" created and activated by a witch to record the events of the Shadow was the key to the Shadow. However, it is not enough to have a witch, it uses some ancient relics, these things are extremely rare, basically can be encountered but not sought, so the "instrument" is also extremely rare, it is a strange thing that is neither priceless nor marketable.

The other party wrote bluntly, "This is the eve of a dangerous war, and all the resources of each territory must serve the survival of the Grey Keep first, and the Shadow is no exception. You must have seen the shock it brings, and it plays an extremely important role in disseminating ideas and awareness, so unfortunately it cannot be used in dramas that have nothing to do with national policies for the time being. 」

"But this will not last forever, and when there is true peace in the kingdom, the Shadow will eventually become a new form of drama that everyone can shoot, and at that time, I am confident that you and your troupe will be able to leave a good work. 」

If that's all there is to it, it can only be regarded as helplessness at best.

It's a pity that Your Majesty doesn't really think so.

He had been informed by the Executive Office from the outset, and it was His Majesty Roland Wimbledon himself who had rejected the new script.

That's where Kakin gets hit the hardest.

Offering a congratulatory gift to the king on the throne turned out to be nothing more than wishful thinking on his part.

In fact, the other party did not take the preparation of the Cajun Troupe seriously, and if even the elaborate new drama could not enter the king's eyes, then the phrase "leaving a good work" in the letter was just a cliché.

Not only was he self-righteous, but he also indirectly hurt May.