The two returned home, and Felin shook his head helplessly, "Couldn't you have considered it for a few more days before answering His Highness?"
He saw that his wife was almost jumping for joy when she came back. The last time he saw her so happy was probably at their wedding.
"No," Eileen stuck out her tongue, "I wouldn't be able to sleep if I waited even one more day."
Indeed, she loved drama so much that she often practiced alone until midnight at the Fortress Theater and often rehearsed lines with him. If it weren't for the Duke, she would have already gone from being the flower of the theater to a veritable star. Thinking of this, he gently hugged his wife from behind, "I'm sorry."
"..." Eileen patted his head, "It's not your fault. You were transferred to another city at that time, and there was no way to stop him." She chuckled softly, "If you want to apologize, go make dinner. I want to take a look at the script first."
"Okay, okay, I'll do it." Felin kissed her earlobe, "Meat porridge and fried eggs, plus a grilled sausage for celebration."
Many of the furnishings in the new residence were different from what he was familiar with. For example, the cooking stove. In Changge Fortress, whether noble or commoner, they would build an open hearth in the center of the main living room, rather than separating a room solely for the stove like in the new residence. The stove was surrounded on three sides, with the back leading directly to the chimney. The passage was equipped with a horizontally movable baffle, which could be pushed in to close it when not in use, to prevent smoke and dust from the downstairs residents from coming out of the stove.
Felin could easily imagine the benefits of this design. After closing the door, the living room would not be affected by cooking fumes and odors, and it would also effectively reduce the indoor temperature in summer.
He filled the stove with firewood and wood chips, started a fire, and began to concentrate on preparing tonight's dishes.
After dinner, Eileen continued to immerse herself in the script. It was almost when the candle was about to burn out that she put down the third volume and let out a long breath.
"How is it?" Felin couldn't help but be curious about what kind of script it was that made her spend so much time reading it. He knew that she used to be able to read a dozen books of this thickness in half a day at the theater.
"It's really... indescribable," Eileen exclaimed, "Each one is full of novelty. I've never seen such stories! In *Cinderella*, the prince doesn't fall in love with the princess, but a beautiful commoner... This isn't strange, but he actually insists on marrying a commoner. I even wonder if His Highness the Prince wouldn't feel dissatisfied with the absurd content when he sees this story? Aside from that, the whole story is captivating, especially when the prince finds Cinderella again and puts on that glass slipper for her, I can't help but want to applaud them."
"*Midnight Chicken also interesting, much simpler than *Cinderella*, I think the story can be explained clearly in about two or three scenes. And the description of the serf summoning the courage to fight against the nobles is very wonderful. After a long build-up, the change in the serf's mood from extreme forbearance to rěnwukěrěn is fully presented... The feeling of bursting out when finally deciding to resist gives people a hearty and exhilarating feeling!"
"Serfs fighting against nobles?" Felin frowned. This was something that nobles could never tolerate. If the serfs in Silt Manor dared to fight against the lord of the manor with hoes and shovels, his father would probably put their heads up at the entrance of the manor the next day. "Does His Highness really want you to perform such dramas?"
"That's because you don't have the script," Eileen rolled her eyes at him, "After you read it, you will feel the same as I do. Standing up to resist is a last resort. The petty nobles are simply too bullying - even when faced with life-threatening persecution, they still just put the nobles in sacks and beat them up severely. I think it's already very restrained. Later, when the nobles wanted to execute all the serfs, a passing witch saved them. She transformed into the image of a well-known local noble to stop the bad guys, and then went to the lord's castle to plead for the serfs. The lord made a wise and benevolent decision after a debate - he bought the serfs and then promoted them to ziyou min! I bet the whole audience will cheer when it gets to this point."
But the nobles will definitely propose kàngyi, Felin thought dismissively, and then the theater will be under pressure from the nobles, and finally the troupe will be disbanded... Wait, he suddenly realized,
Apart from Viscount Tigu and His Highness the Prince, there were no other nobles living in Border Town, and the latter was also the founder of the troupe. In other words, these dramas that His Highness asked to perform were really only intended for the general public to watch? But they can't earn a few copper eagles from them at all. Paying salaries according to the level of the Fortress Theater is simply a losing business. Could it be that His Highness is just doing it for his own amusement?
"But dear," Eileen didn't notice the change in his expression at all, "Although the first two scripts are wonderful enough, they are nothing compared to the third book, *Witch's Diary*! I dare to bet that even if it were taken to large cities like Chishui City and the capital, it would be a story that the theater would immediately pick a troupe to rehearse and promote in advance! I have to say that Juan is a genius of a screenwriter. This witch diary is far superior to any other drama today, whether in terms of story content or narrative technique."
"Are you sure?" Felin was amused by her serious look, "Even if I'm in Changge Fortress, I can often hear the name of Kakin. Fees, his *To the Rose* and *The Prince's Search for Love* are all works praised by everyone, not only in the capital, but also in other kingdoms, there are theater troupes that come to observe and learn, do you think it's better than these classic dramas?"
"Of course, you're doubting my vision, dear!" She roughly told the story content, "Let's not talk about the plot, just this novel narrative technique is the first time I've seen it. Compared with previous dramas like listening to a third person telling a story, it focuses on the three witches throughout, and the actions of the three of them have a profound impact on each other, but they are unaware of it. But in the middle of the story, seemingly unrelated clues all gathered together, and the three witches formed an inseparable whole. I have to say that this new structure of multi-line parallel promotion of the story will definitely cause a sensation - of course, not in Border Town, I even doubt how many people can see this level." She excitedly found paper and pen and buried herself in writing a letter, "No, I have to call all my partners in the theater over quickly. I really want to see their surprised look sooner!"
Felin stepped forward and held her hand, "Wait, Eileen, don't you think... the content of this story is too contrary to common sense?"
After listening to his wife's narration, he also felt that the whole story was captivating, and the humanity shown, whether good or evil, was very incisive, but the description of the witch was completely contrary to the church's statement, and it was also too detailed - for example, the third lucky one, due to the love of her family, can release her power without restraint, and finally finds that the evil demon is just a lie. Apart from being able to control magic power, there is no difference between witches and ordinary people. They will also laugh, cry, and be heartbroken when they encounter the death of their relatives. Isn't Roland afraid that the church will come to him after the news spreads?
"Contrary to common sense? No... Felin, before becoming witches, they were all ordinary people, right?"
"Uh, that's right."
"What about me?" Eileen widened her eyes and said, "If I become a witch, would you think I'm an evil person?"
"No, of course not," Felin said quickly, "You will always be the kind girl I know."
"What if we have a daughter and she becomes a witch?"
"That's even more impossible -" He suddenly closed his mouth, and he already understood what his wife meant. It is completely different to evaluate witches from an outsider's perspective and to classify one's family members who live with each other day and night as evil people.
"That's right," Eileen nodded with satisfaction, "If we really have a witch..."
"I will love her like the father of the third witch in the story." The knight knelt on one knee, posing as if swearing allegiance.
"That's a qualified answer," she put down her quill and chuckled softly, "I think... we can try it now."
"Yes, my dear," he whispered in her ear, then picked her up and walked towards the bedroom. (。)(.)