After the performance ended, a large crowd of people poured out from the door of Grand Theater, discussing the plot with excitement.
"That heroine is Master Wendy, right?"
"Yes! She is so beautiful. She is simply the girl of my dreams. Especially when she and Walter met at the dance for the first time, her outfit was so stunning!"
"Yes! That aura is much prettier than the noble ladies I have seen in the royal capital!" This was a tourist coming from the royal capital.
"I love it, I love it! I hereby declare that I will never marry anyone other than Master Wendy!"
"Come on! Can you marry her?"
"Why can't I marry? My family is a noble family after all!"
"Master Wendy earns over 100,000 Gold Coins a month. Are you sure you are worthy of her?"
"Ah..., I have decided! I will definitely marry a woman like Master Wendy from now on!"
"Stop arguing. Do you only care about Master Wendy's appearance? The plot here! It's simply the best plot I've seen in the past five years! Master Wendy is a great talent! It's just that the male protagonist is a little stretched, but he can still watch it."
"You are a senior theater fan, we can't compare to you."
"Yes, but is this better than the plot of Mermaid Princess?"
"It's not on the same level at all." The speaker looked disdainful, "But this is still the first scene. If the plot can maintain this quality in the future, then Master Wendy can become a god!"
"Cow wow!"
Then everyone started to praise Wendy.
In addition to foreign tourists, there are also more residents in Nafu City. They are also discussing enthusiastically, but in a different direction.
"Did this story really happen in our Nafu City? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"I haven't heard of it either, but the voiceover said at the beginning that it is based on the story of our Nafu City."
"Damn, of course you two kids don't know." An old man with gray hair said softly.
"Grandpa, Grandpa! Have you heard of it?" The teenagers pestered the old man who just spoke and asked eagerly.
The old man looked up to the sky, a look of memories flashed across his face, and said with emotion, "I also heard this from my father's generation... Those of you who are more recent also know that Baron Eugene is the aristocrat in our Nafu City, and it is also the family of the male protagonist, and the other is the aristocratic family of the heroine Millie. These are all aristocrats in our Nafu City."
"This story has to start a long time ago..." At this point, the old man paused, "But I won't tell you anymore. I can only tell you that this story really happened in Nafu City."
"Grandpa! Why are you like this!" The teenagers became angry after being appetized.
"Wouldn't it be a spoiler if I told you? Master Wendy said it much better than me, you should just listen to her." The old man smiled, but he was a little panicked: What if what I said is different from what was performed later? I originally wanted to show it off in front of my children, but I didn't expect them to ask more questions. Fortunately, I was smart! Otherwise, the secret will be revealed.
"Oh! That's right, we'd better watch it ourselves, otherwise it would be boring if we knew the plot in advance."
Conversations like this happened in many places. The first thing those young girls did when they came out was to ask some of the older people in Nafu City if such a touching story really happened in Nafu City.
Some directly said that they had never heard of it, but some, like the old man who just talked to them, just went along and said that they had heard of it in order to show that they were knowledgeable in front of the children.
What Claire wants is this kind of "three people become tigers". As the fabricator of the story, he naturally knows that the story is completely made up by him, but he added some things that exist in reality to enhance the credibility of the story. After such deliberate dissemination, and the participation of the old people in the city, the credibility of the story has once again increased to a higher level.
Isn't this how the rumors of the "water monkey" spread in the past life?
If more people believe it, even if it is false it will become true.
In the future, Nafu City will have another project that can be promoted, and this can also drive the sales of Heart-shaped Crystals. The IQ tax in the cultural aspect is still quite profitable.
Vincent walked out of the theater door, waving his right hand excitedly, "Okay! I finally got to see Master Wendy's performance! I have no regrets in this life!"
When he was in the capital, the tickets for Wendy were too expensive. He had to save and save for more than a month before he could afford the cheapest ticket. He couldn't even see Wendy's face from a distance.
Now that I have come to Nafu City, although the conditions are a bit more difficult, I can actually see Master Wendy's performance for free, which I dreamed of, and there are new performance plots. It is a huge profit!
"Vincent..." A faint voice came from behind him.
Vincent's body froze, his eyes widened, and he turned his head with his neck stuck. After confirming the person behind him, the frightened expression on his face became even worse, and he quickly explained, "Bishop Randolph, I... I..."
Randolph said with a cold face, "Did you get some information? You are so excited."
"I..." Vincent lowered his head, not daring to look at Randolph, his mind was in a blur.
"Hmph!" Randolph snorted coldly, "Didn't you think of an excuse before you came here? You can't say it now!"
The cold sweat on Vincent's forehead dropped, and his nervous body was trembling, "I'm sorry, Bishop Randolph!"
"You don't need to tell me you're sorry!" Randolph was filled with anger, "Go away! If I find out there is a next time, just go back to the capital! I think it's more suitable for you!"
Vincent was forgiven and quickly thanked him, "Thank you, Lord Bishop!" Then he ran away, fearing that Randolph would change his mind if he was a step too late.
Seeing Vincent running away, Randolph felt all sorts of things in his heart and sighed, "Alas..."
Then he set his sights on the door of the theater where people were still pouring out. Although he was very reluctant to admit it, the fact was that he had lost. The believers he had accumulated over the past few days were all snatched away. As long as the theater was closed for a day, there would be no audience for the preaching scene over there.
Compared with these entertainment activities, missionary activities are still less attractive. Coupled with Wendy's reputation, it is impossible to compete.
"Bishop Randolph, are you here to watch the show too?"
When Randolph was deep in thought, a familiar voice sounded from the side. He looked up and saw that it was indeed the annoying guy Claire.
Randolph: "..."
He didn't speak, just remained silent. Only silence is the greatest contempt for the enemy.
"Oh, I forgot, it seems that the auditorium is full, so you probably can't get in." Claire had a vague smile on his lips, "Is Randolph's missionary work going smoothly? I won't steal the audience from you with my performance here, right?"
Once his defense was broken, silence was not the greatest contempt at all. Silence was just the only reaction that he, a defeated man, could make.
Randolph took a deep breath, calmed down his anxious and complicated mood, and said, "There is no need to worry about it, Lord Viscount. You should worry about how to help us build the church as soon as possible."
"I have already asked people to find the best stone. I believe construction will start soon."
"That's good." Randolph turned around with a cold face and planned to leave. He had no interest in enduring Claire's ridicule to him here.
"Bishop Randolph Wait!" But Claire stopped him.
"Is there anything else, Lord Viscount?" Randolph turned around and said coldly.
"I see that you have been standing outside the theater door for a long time. How about I give you some tickets? You can come over with the priests. I think I saw one of your priests inside just now." Claire squinted and smiled.
"No! You should keep it for yourself!" Randolph refused loudly. Then he left quickly, never giving Claire a chance to speak again. The way he left in a hurry gave people a feeling of being frustrated.
Even when he was walking with his back to Claire, he couldn't help but water droplets appeared in the corners of his eyes, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were embedded in his palms. He was actually humiliated by the other party in front of him! Then Vincent came to watch the performance and was actually seen by the other party! What a shame! What a shame!
Go now! If the other party sees you crying again, it will be even more embarrassing and you have to leave immediately!
"Bishop Randolph! Do you want tissues? I have them here!" Claire waved and shouted from behind.
"Ugh!" Randolph covered his chest with one hand, but he had suffered it too many times today, and now he couldn't hold it back any longer. He raised his head in the air involuntarily, "Pfft!" A stream of blood mist spurted out from his mouth.