Count Me In

Saban's answer was reasonable enough.

At the very least, they should first obtain permission from the Island Master's Manor before looking for people for the Stage Play.

Wu Heng continued, "What kind of performance are you planning?"

Saban replied, "I was thinking of a public performance."

Copyright protection for stories was not particularly well-developed in this world.

Even performances in theaters rarely brought any profit to the original author.

It was only because this was Treasure Island, right under his nose. Otherwise, no one would bother informing him before putting together a Stage Play.

And public performances were the sort held in taverns.

Anyone could watch, and no admission would be charged.

There was no need for Wu Heng to argue with them over copyright fees.

He simply said, "Since you want to try adapting it into a Stage Play, I permit you to perform it."

At those words, delight immediately appeared on Saban's face.

Things had gone far more smoothly than he had expected.

The Island Master also lacked the haughty airs of the nobles he had encountered before.

"Thank you, Lord Island Master."

"Let me finish!" Wu Heng spoke again.

Saban's expression stiffened, and he became serious once more.

Wu Heng said, "I permit you to adapt the story, but it cannot stray from its theme, nor can it negatively affect Treasure Island or the Island Master's Manor."

The story had earned him quite a bit of positive reputation.

He likewise hoped it could remain that way, rather than run into problems because of the Stage Play.

"Lord Island Master, we will respect the story and respect its author. We will not bring any negative impact upon you or the work," Saban solemnly promised.

"Go back and prepare. I look forward to your performance later on." Wu Heng