Chapter 251 is very unlucky

Chapter 251 is very unlucky

Chapter 251 is very unlucky
It seems that Leon really likes this. As long as he acts a little weak, he can get extra "favors" from him.
Seeing that the atmosphere was in place, the princess, who had worked hard for several rounds and finally got a little return, simply put aside her worries about abnormal events for the time being, pretended to be a little nervous, and asked in a slightly helpless voice:

"Leon, are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Do not worry."

After knocking twice on the mirror in the box and calling out the black goat that was temporarily stuffed in, Leon told it to find the location of the abnormal object holder while staring at the group of puppets on the stage. Without turning his head, he comforted them in a gentle voice:

"I just asked...a friend to check, and the audience's souls are in normal condition, and they are not being controlled. It should be safe to just watch the show.

Moreover, the Morning Star Theatre has already performed more than a dozen shows since the news broke. If there was any problem, it would have happened a long time ago, not now..."

"Patta, p ...

Before Leon finished speaking, a strange sound came from the direction of the stage. A large number of teardrop-sized wooden beads fell uncontrollably from the face of the heroine puppet and hit the floor of the stage with a crackling sound.

From the perspective of all the audience, the heroine in the tavern, who should have smiled and accepted Elijah's invitation and started a wonderful twelve days with him, suddenly began to cry strangely.

Although Agatha's beautiful face was blooming with a playful and charming smile, tears of despair and pain flowed uncontrollably from her bright eyes...

"..."

No...it means that if I don't come, nothing will happen, and once I arrive, things will follow, right?
Seeing the puppets on the stage suddenly stop performing and start trembling, Leon really couldn't hold it anymore. The audience below the stage who noticed the abnormality also started to be shocked by the heroine's sudden tears.

"Why are you crying? Did something happen in the actor's family?"

"Oh my god, it's a rare opportunity to watch a play, but I ended up messing up the performance."

"Is this the level of the Morning Star Troupe's chief? Tsk tsk tsk, after our Andre was banned, Morning Star's plays are really unbearable to watch."

"Asshole, I came all this way to come here... Do you think you deserve it? Damn it! Give me back my money!"

"Everyone! Everyone, please listen to me!"

Amid the noises of curiosity, regret, or anger from the audience, the director of the Central Cross Theater hurried out from the backstage, pushed aside the actors who were blocking his way, rushed to the microphone, bowed repeatedly to the audience, and apologized with sweat on his face:
"Today's actress who plays Agatha had some family problems, so she may be in a unstable mood. I'm really sorry for affecting your viewing of the show.

Don't worry, our theater will take full responsibility. After the show, all ticket prices will be refunded, and guests who have come from afar will receive small gifts... Come on! Let us apologize to everyone!"

After hearing the words of the theater director, the anger of the audience finally subsided a little.

However, for some reason, even after repeated hints from the theater director, the actress who played Agatha did not react at all. Instead, she maintained her original posture, shedding tears while looking at the audience with a smile.

"What's wrong with her?"

"You still have the nerve to laugh after you messed up your performance? Is this the quality of Morning Star's actors?"

"It's not just Morning Star, right? Master Wilde hasn't produced any sincere new works in recent years."

"Indeed... Mr. Wilde's new works in the past two years are not interesting. Even if there are some good ones, I'm afraid they won't be able to perform well with these actors."

"..."

"Well... I'm sorry, she might have blamed herself too much, so for a moment... she was a little confused for a moment..."

After explaining a few words to the actress, the somewhat bloated head of the troupe wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and begged for mercy with a smile as he looked at the audience who began to express their dissatisfaction again.
"Everyone, the stage will be rearranged later, and the actors will have to prepare again. During the preparation period, how about we invite Master Wilde to come out and have a chat with everyone?"

There is no doubt that he is the owner of the abnormal object this time.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was invited to the front of the stage and began to interact with the audience, Leon looked at the glass of the couple's box and indeed got a positive answer from the Black Goat.

Then the owner of this abnormal object is locked in as the drama master Oscar Wilde, whose specific abilities are related to puppets, drama, manipulation, etc., and there is no record of any injuries so far...

After getting more complete information, Leon did not linger any longer. Instead, he opened the door of the couple's box and quickly ran towards the exit passage with the princess.

Although it seems safe at the moment, in the face of a completely unknown abnormal situation, it is safer to send the princess out and then let her bring people over to organize the evacuation of the audience as soon as possible.

It would be best for me to stay a little further away, set up my sniper rifle in a place where I can monitor the situation but won't be affected immediately, in case the master suddenly goes berserk...

"Nonsense, there's nothing wrong with my notebook at all!"

Just as Leon and the princess were about to enter the exit passage, Master Wilde on the other side of the stage seemed to be angered by the words of some audience members and shouted angrily to the audience:
"It's the actors who can't do it! The script I wrote is the best! But with their level, they can't show the essence of it at all! And they can't act out the complex and profound emotions of the characters! If Andre was still here..."

"Not necessarily?"

As soon as Master Wilde finished his angry shout, a middle-aged man who was probably a drama critic or something like that, sitting in the front row of seats facing the main stage, sneered and said in response:

“As a way of presenting a story that spans several days, years, or even decades within two or three hours, drama is an art of making choices.

Therefore, learning how to balance the distribution of structure and emotions and adjusting the difficulty of the script according to the level of the actors is something a playwright should master.

With all due respect, if your play is worthless without good enough actors, then is there a possibility that... these old-fashioned things you wrote are worthless in the first place? "

"..."

Done!

After hearing the "friendly exchange" coming from the stage, even though the black goat was not at hand and he could not see the soul state of Master Wilde, Leon could tell from the middle-aged man's sarcastic comments -

The big one is coming!
As expected, after hearing the middle-aged man’s words, Master Wilde, who seemed to be in a relatively stable mental state, was "detonated" on the spot. His bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, and he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to the audience.

"Worthless? I'll let you know right away how stupid your evaluation just now is!!!"

As Master Wilde roared, more than 3,000 audience members in the Central Cross Theater, including Leon and the princess who had already rushed into the exit passage, could not help but tremble all over.

Then, amid the horrified expressions of more than 3,000 spectators, they not only lost control of their bodies, but their skin and flesh also lost their human appearance and began to rapidly and uncontrollably turn into wood.

And one after another, completely transparent silk threads quietly dropped from the azure sky of the harbor city, accurately tied to every joint of the more than 3,000 puppets...

"It should be about the same this time."

After taking a deep breath of the fresh and salty sea breeze, looking at the quiet and beautiful harbor town in front of him and the more than 3,000 "residents" living peacefully in the town, Master Wilde finally showed a satisfied smile on his tired face, and his right hand, which he had just raised towards the audience, finally came down heavily.

"Twelve Days Together, Act One, Scene One, Begin!"

(End of this chapter)