Chapter 92 Mr. Shakespeare's Whereabouts
"Well... since it's Mr. Zubair's decision..." Gasani held his chin with one hand, "This new art form is indeed good, but it's a little too elegant. I wonder if the residents of our Xumi City will like it as much as they like Miss Nilu's dance."
"The letter said that we could make certain changes to the manuscript according to our ideas."
The letter was very long. Nilu had just finished reading the first page. She put the rest of the letter behind the second one and began to read the second one with a more pious attitude.
This part is still sincere in tone, and it says:
“It’s a pity that I have been out of touch with the residents of Xumi City for many years due to the nature of my work. I have been talking about breaking down prejudices but ended up standing on the opposite side of the masses.
Due to the pressure from the House of Lords, my companions and I are unable to gather our ideas together. We can only ask you to take the trouble to make changes according to your ideas. "
At the same time, he also expressed his apology in the letter and attached a record from Fontaine, saying that he had hurt the crew members with his words, and the record was a small compensation from him.
After Nilu finished reading the letter, all members of the troupe fell silent.
Although they had read it once before and exchanged their views, with the statement of the troupe manager Zubair and the gentle and infectious voice of Nilu reading, they put aside their suspicions and savored every word again. Suddenly, they felt that they could truly appreciate the kindness of this Mr. "Shakespeare".
"If he enclosed a record in the letters he sent to each theater troupe, we might be able to track him down based on the sales of the records in the hands of the merchants, and then we could talk to him in person." Gasani suddenly broke the silence.
"What trace? Why are you all gathered here today? My performance just now was amazing! Did you see it?"
Kurosh, the acrobat wearing a tall hat, walked onto the stage. He was in a very happy mood. Although most of the audience left the theater early after Nilu's performance, there were still some left, which meant that his performance was also recognized.
"Kurosh, from your expression I can tell your performance was a success, but unfortunately we missed it because we were discussing something. But I believe you can bring your good form to the next performance.
Now, I want you to look at this first. ” Zubair handed over both the letter and the poem.
Kurosh scratched the back of his head and read in confusion.
After reading it, he expressed exaggerated joy: "That solves the script problem and helps Shakespeare, what a good thing!"
Zubair and Gasani looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
"We should trust the intuition of Nilu and Kurosh. Nilu, Kurosh, and Rikal, come with me to Port Omos immediately," said Zubair.
"What are you going there for, to buy milk tea?" Kurosh asked doubtfully.
"Now you don't have to go to Port Omos to buy milk tea. Two weeks ago, a Slime Milk Tea branch opened in Xumi City, and there is a stand of your favorite Fire Princess in front of the store." Ricardo said.
Because of this, her two children would eagerly look inside the milk tea shop whenever they passed by, but they were too young, and the clerk said that for their health, they could only drink two small cups of milk tea a week.
The two children were very sensible. After reading the instructions of the milk tea shop, they did not cry or make a fuss. Instead, they looked forward to the arrival of next Monday and Thursday, which were the milk tea days they had booked.
"Is there such a good news?! I have been rehearsing hard this week and actually missed this news." Kurosh exclaimed in surprise.
"Okay, milk tea, wait for us to come back and buy as much as you want. Hurry up and pack up, we are going to Port Omos to buy some costumes and props. It would be even better if we can find Mr. Shakespeare and talk to him." Zubair glanced at Kurosh.
"Mr. Zubair doesn't understand at all. You can't buy as much as you can. We ordinary people are limited in purchase. If only I could get the Eye of God like Nilu..." Kurosh muttered softly.
"Mr. Zubair, we are going to look for Mr. Shakespeare? Does he live in Port Ormos? But...how do you know? Didn't you just say that he might be the vizier of the Faith Court (an official in the Faith Court who specializes in handling trivial matters in Xumi City)?"
Nilu grasped the key information from Zubair's words, hesitated for a moment, and then asked a series of questions.
"We can't necessarily find him if we look for him. We don't have to talk to him face to face. His letters are touching enough. I don't know where he lives, but I think he should have been to Port Ormos, and we also need to go there to purchase some items." Zubair shook his head.
"Rather than respecting his desire to conceal his identity, I want to know his next plan. Otherwise, do we have to sit in the theater and wait for him to contact us?"
Mr. Zubair was unwilling to let Mr. Shakespeare bear all the risks alone. Nilu suddenly realized.
"Mr. Zubair, how do you know he has been to Port Omos? Just because he is a Sumerian?" asked Ricardo.
She looked at the vinyl record in Kurosh's hand and recalled Gasani's words: "Or do you want to ask the merchants there who bought a large number of records?"
"That's also a direction for investigation, but he shouldn't be so careless." Zubair shook his head, took the letter back from Kurosh, and shook it gently:
"I just found a breakthrough. Look at these words. He deliberately used a typewriter to conceal his identity, but typewriters also have different models, and the fonts produced by different models of typewriters are slightly different.
The typewriters used by the Fatwas are all of the same model. I have signed many documents of the Fatwas, and I am very sure that Mr. Shakespeare did not use that type.
From the few words in his letter, we infer that he is a member of the House of Worship. Assuming that he is, the fact that he did not use the House of Worship's typewriter for the sake of his work shows that he is very cautious. For him, borrowing the typewriter from the foreign businessmen in the port of Ormos was the best option.
Some merchants were only responsible for delivering goods to Xumi, and they would not stay in Omos for a long time, so no one could tell whose typewriter they used. Later, when the people of the Magisterium thought of this and wanted to attack the merchants in Omos who had the same typewriter, they could deny it.
So let's go quickly. If we move fast enough, we might be able to find the merchants he cooperated with."
"I went to other theaters to ask if they had received Shakespeare's letter," said Gasani.
"Will they hand over Mr. Shakespeare's letter to the House of Ordinaries? Will Mr. Shakespeare be in danger?" Nilu asked worriedly.
Zubair: “Well…it’s possible, but I believe Mr. Shakespeare had anticipated that situation before he sent the letter, and we have to trust that he can protect himself.
Moreover, most theater members have a bad impression of the House of Lords. Rather than handing the letter to the House of Lords, they are more likely to burn the letter in the belief that less trouble is worse than more trouble, or simply regard the letter as a prank by the audience. "
Kuroshi: "What are you talking about? Let's go!"
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After handing in a stack of paper documents and research results such as the dried nectar powder, Harold returned to his residence in Xumi City empty-handed.
Kavi, who was thinking with a quill in the living room, was interrupted by the sound of a key turning. He looked up and immediately noticed Harold.
So he shook his head to get rid of the mechanical structure in his mind: "How is it, did you pass the new project? What did your tutor say?"
"I was highly praised," Harold said with a smile, "but one of my new topics surprised the teacher."