As with any artistic act, the first step is to identify the audience.

Whether the opera is good or not is not decided by mortals like Mark, but by the gods.

Mark really intends to break the shackles of opera in this world and copy the opera on earth.

The theme of the song is very important, and if you don't choose it well, the road will be narrow.

Then the first one to be excluded is the opera of love.

Compared to Romeo and Juliet, perhaps the gods prefer to watch Romeo being beaten into ketchup.

At the end of the day, a significant portion of the gods were not originally human. Even in the group of gods who are canonized as mortals, there is still a big question mark about how much human nature is left.

Regardless of whether it is the Seven Deadly Sins or the Church of Light that teaches people to be good, most of them are grasping one or some similar characteristics of human nature to make a big fuss.

Mark really wants to make a romantic drama, probably except for the goddess of love who praises love, the others are all "hehehe".

This is equivalent to abandoning all operas such as "Carmen", "Turandot", and the adapted "Liang Zhu".

Most of the operas on the earth are Western things, and if you cut some classic operas of the Celestial Empire, then there are very few that can be used.

Originally, Dante's "Divine Comedy" was a professional counterpart.

The original text of that thing is an epic of 14,000 lines, and it has to be translated, even if Mark is asked to read it, he can disgust himself to death first.

He is now pulling two guys who are almost blind to perform, and he still does this, isn't that looking for death?

He had to do a series of things such as music and arrangement, and let those two guys perform in their true colors under the premise that they were the two Storm Cultists and Night Cultists.

After all, the Blood Moon Electors are a group of cameos, and it is unreasonable to have to be able to sing and dance well in every Chosen Person, so the songs that are preset for the candidates to use, without exception, are all operas that fight and kill.

The theater must have something like a musician in charge of quack, and a candidate in charge of killing.

This brings up another problem – if every opera really had to be performed according to the script, then there would not be so many candidates who would be beaten up and turned into evil spirits.

Take the [Plains of Blood] that Mark used as a background in the preparation room just now, it is the opera "When Light Descends on Hell", which eulogizes the Church of Light and Night and gathers the military forces of several Orthodox churches to fight into the bottomless abyss and kill the demons.

Even if he hadn't touched the script, Mark knew that it was something that had ruined the devil's face.

So, who can guarantee that the devil's side will not stumble and surprise the candidate who plays the bright side?

Don't say anything, a projection of a genuine demon general is enough for a lowly candidate to drink a pot.

Mark even deduced that all parties had a hidden hand and an upper limit that was locked by the rules.

It's not that the goddess of light and night doesn't want to help, it's that she can't help too much.

To sum up, Mark decided to make an opera on his own, and it didn't need to be long and smelly, and the song was above the level, so that most of the gods wouldn't send dogs to get him.

Eventually, Mark recited a few candidates in his mind.

In case of indecision, the dice wait.

As a result, Mark had a little facial muscle cramps.

The highest-rated so-called opera turned out to be this ......

Originally, it was just Mark stuffing it in and making up the numbers.

The dice are judged to be 16 points, and everything else is not enough for 10 points.

Mark didn't have a choice.

He pressed one hand on the table in the preparation room, and his mind moved, and suddenly the surrounding scene changed.

"Huh?" Conrad was unmoved, but Vivien was slightly taken aback.

It was all too familiar to her.

Night in the back alley of the slum of St. Layden.

Far away from the street, seven-colored neon lights shone through. But no matter how dazzling the lights were, they still couldn't brighten up the gloomy streets.

On one side is the psychedelic modern city, and on the other side are the old-fashioned streets and alleys where kerosene lamps are still used.

At night, there will be no pauper who lights kerosene lamps for long periods of time unless necessary.

As a result, the old streets and alleys were darkened most of the time.

The bustling world in the distance, which seems to be close at hand, is insulated from the children who grew up in the slums.

Poor children, dressed in tattered clothes and dirty, ran out into the streets, and were mercilessly chased and beaten by the city's military police. Because these children are often equated with thieves.

Just seeing this scene, the corners of Vivien's eyes had begun to twitch slightly.

She will never forget the water curtains in her home on a rainy day.

She will never forget the disgusting smell wafting from the nullahs of the old streets.

There were so many things she would never forget.

Her whole childhood was so unbearable, until her talent was discovered by chance, Nadal's family, that she 'suddenly' remembered that they still had such a side relative.

She and her mother are living a good life.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes were on fire, and she stared at Mark: "You-how much do you know about me!?" ”

Mark did not answer directly: "If you haven't experienced the deepest darkness, you are not a true believer in the night." ”

"You ......"

"That's why I said, it's enough for you to perform in your true colors." Mark turned his head: "Conn, you too." ”

Conrad nodded silently.

"So, what about the lines?"

"No, you don't!" Mark was unceremonious: "Miss Carlos, the song part is in charge of my side, and your body language is the best opera." However, if there is any scene that arouses your inner anger and resistance more, you might as well say it to make the evaluation of the opera go to the next level. ”

Vivien couldn't help but bite her lower lip slightly, and finally lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "A toy store with glass windows, I...... I was kicked out of the shop by the owner, and even the glass window was broken. ”

Mark's heart chuckled: such a coincidence?

He said, "If you don't mind, imagine the scene." ”

Vivien put her hand on the table, and the scene suddenly changed according to her memory: "Is this enough?" ”

"That's enough."

"And then?"

"Destroy all enemies."

"Okay."

Mark turned his head to look at Conrad: "You go to a bar, you must not forget your old acquaintances, right?" Probably, it's a little stronger than you know. ”

The giant man was stunned for a moment, then grinned in a bloodthirsty and hateful smile.

The smile made Vivien's heart beat as if it had missed a beat, and it was the first time she had seen such a smile since she had seen the giant man with the pseudonym Conn. The next second, when she remembered Conn's pirate deck, she immediately understood.

The way the Son of the Sea deals with his enemies is always so direct - to break the bones and scatter the ashes! Thousands of corpses!

Okay, the scene is there, but what about the music?

You can't do opera without songs, right?

With great confidence, Mark led them to the second preparation room.

At a glance, there are hundreds, thousands of musical instruments. From the piano they are familiar with, the big, medium and small violins, to all kinds of ethnic musical instruments, as long as there is something in the world, there is everything here.

Contrary to their imagination, under the custody of a mysterious force, these instruments were all suspended in mid-air, and Mark went over to check them, and they were in excellent condition.

"It's ......," Vivien looked at an illusory curtain of light by the wall.

If you choose a model opera, of course, there is not so much trouble.

Mark: This is a custom opera, so you have to enter the type and number of instruments you need, as well as the score.

Soon, the actors, the scenes, and the orchestra were all done.

The rest is the core [song].

Mark called out in his heart, "Minnie, I may need your help. Actually, my songs are a bit short enough to be a full opera. I can sing the male version, and for better results, it's better to need a soprano. ”

Minnie clearly hesitated: "I ...... Stuttering ......"

"Stuttering is one thing, singing is another. I've heard people who speak with a big tongue and can sing with a flowery voice...... This is not a mandatory requirement...... If you can fuse Bonnie's card, maybe you'll be able to sing it. ”

Without hesitation, Minnie agreed: "Okay." ”

A surprise was born.

In Mark's spiritual sea, he heard the tune he wanted.

Everything is ready, and the show begins.

The spirit world is never a silent world, there are always all kinds of noises and strange screams, which makes the great spirit world always full of chaos.

Powerful beings who walk in the spirit world have long been accustomed to it.

Habit does not mean that you are willing to accept it from the bottom of your heart.

More than one being was stunned when a piece of music came from a place marked by a clone of the gods, which they were not familiar with.

If the first glass crackling sound through the special spirit circuit was not enough to surprise them, then the unique melody that followed, played with a high-pitched piano and flute, immediately attracted the attention of several beings.

In a small kingdom of gods, a goddess clone with wavy red hair hid her god body in a brilliant golden note. She suddenly stopped what she was doing and pricked up her ears to listen.

"It's not that old-fashioned model opera, it's ...... Brand new tunes! Is the short, powerful, and deliberately suppressed style intended to be suppressed first and then promoted? What a clever arrangement. ”

Although the goddess of music did not want to admit it, the melody of the intro alone left a vivid mark on her heart that cannot be forgotten.

If mortals know that someone's opera directly shocks the god of music as soon as it opens, then it is really difficult to say what the world will say about him.

The goddess doppelganger waved her hand and stopped the angels who were reporting to her.

"It's okay today, listen to music in the theater!"