king of ros

Chapter 147 Drama Talent
The monk and his companion thanked everyone elegantly and without losing their dignity, and then they also left the stage.

And then just like the end of the previous stage play, the members of the troupe stepped onto the stage to collect the bounties.

At this time, the people below also dispersed. It seems that there will be no repertoire next.

The prince became very interested in Nestor. He didn't expect his record officer to be a puppeteer on weekdays.

Curiosity prompted the prince to go to the back of the high platform. He pushed open the door that only members of the troupe could open.

The prince who entered hastily attracted the attention of the actors and staff who were moving props and taking a rest. They were baffled by the sudden intrusion of such a person.

The head of the troupe immediately came over. He was a short and fat middle-aged Greek who once lived in Nuocheng. Because he had rehearsed a miracle play in the imperial capital, the prince asked him to be the head of the theater.

The head of the troupe originally wanted to chase away people, but when he saw the face under the cloak, he couldn't help shaking, how could he not recognize the face of the big boss.

"My lord, why did you come here without notifying me first?"

The head of the troupe saluted the prince respectfully, and the others also reacted and immediately paid their respects to the prince.

And everyone here can be said to have been trained by Rostislav, and the head of the group naturally recognized the prince when he said it.

"May I ask why you came here?"

The head of the troupe said cautiously that the attitude towards Rostislav was more respectful than when he was rehearsing the repertoire.

After all, Rostislav's achievements and achievements are no longer comparable to those at that time. His current power is like a red sun shining on Northeast Ross. If nothing else happens, his descendants will always rule this land.

"Don't be nervous, my friend, I'm not here to ask questions, and don't say I'm here. I'm just to meet my record officer, Nestor, and your companions, come and have a chat with me. Commander , is there somewhere for us to talk?"

"Of course, of course, you can use my office as you please."

The head of the group quickly pointed to his office, which was an independent wooden house, and the prince and his entourage walked over directly.

And Nestor, who had a bitter look on his face since the prince appeared, hesitated a little, but still followed with his companions.

"Maharaja, I, I, I can accept my behavior."

As soon as the door was closed, Nestor hurriedly explained that he was very afraid that the prince would punish him for the crime of affecting the honor of the court, because the status of performers was not high, and they were often associated with wizards and the like. equal sign.

The recording officer is very annoyed now, despite taking so many precautions, he only took off the mask for a short while when thanking the customer, but he was still discovered.

"My lord, this is all my idea. If you want to blame it, you can blame me. I am willing to bear any punishment."

The moment Nestor finished speaking, another voice rang out immediately. It was a handsome young man with blond hair. The prince's attention was all on Nestor before, and he didn't notice this young man at all.

"Did I say what crime you are doing? I'm just curious."

The prince sat on the chair covered with wolf fur, glanced at the two of them, and replied casually, but his answer made the two of them stunned.

"This is the Lord's troupe. As long as you don't perform any profane and obscene things, it will naturally not damage the honor of the court."

Of course Rostislav knew what the recorder was thinking, so he replied casually, and what he said next was what he cared about.

"I just came here out of curiosity, tell me, what's going on here? How did you become a puppeteer? I don't remember you being such a person who likes to appear in public."

"It is for my sake, my lord."

What surprised Rostislav was that it was not Nestor who spoke first, but the handsome young man.

The prince didn't speak, but just signaled him to continue with his eyes.

"My name is Alexei, Maharaja. I am a puppeteer, but I am also an actor, and I also write some plays. Nestor and I are good friends. We used to study together in the monastery, but I did not choose to step into the monastery. On the road to serving the master... Later I joined the theater troupe, and the director of my script didn't like it very much, and it was not my turn to act on stage, so I could only perform puppet shows. Sometimes I would let Ness Thor came to my aid, and we played a puppet show, so..."

"So that's it, young man. Compared to that, I want to read your script more."

Alexei's language logic was very clear, and the prince, who knew the cause and effect, became interested in the script. This was the first time he had heard of someone writing a script.

The young man was evidently agitated, and he ran out of the room at once, and presently brought a stack of thin sheets of birch bark strung together with hoops, forming a booklet.

This is a low-cost booklet. Many ordinary citizens use this kind of thing to write, and even fill it with words as literacy textbooks.

Alexei handed in his script very respectfully, and Rostislav began to read it. At first, the prince was quite casual, but then he became more serious.

In his hand is a story about betrayal. Under the instigation of a witch, a valiant warrior killed the monarch and usurped the throne, but taking the throne did not bring him joy. Ridan was terrified, his body became thinner day by day, and soon another warrior who was bewitched by the witch killed him and seized the throne, and then started another reincarnation.

There are many sermons from the perspective of God, and the author is very clever to disperse the sermons in the repertoire, and often only one or two sentences, so as to avoid excessive disgust from the audience.

From Rostislav's point of view, the script is very young, the story is old-fashioned, and there are many bloody and erotic plots in it. The poems in it are obviously imitating the songs of heroes, and the logic of the writing is obviously imitating Homer.

The prince also understood why the head of the troupe didn't like his script, how could the Miracle Troupe perform such a thing.

But he can't perform in the Miracle Troupe, but he can perform in other places. The prince has already realized what kind of treasure is in front of him, and being able to write such things has already shown his ability.

"Your Majesty, Alexei has something...some..."

Nestor carefully watched the prince's expression, seeing the prince frowning, he couldn't help but said immediately, wanting to explain something to his friend.

But he has also read those scripts, how to say this kind of thing...

"I think it's good, it's well written."

Just when the author of the script began to feel dejected and was about to be scolded, he heard the prince say this, which made both of them wonder if they heard it wrong.

"what?"

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　Finally, I pushed the book "Purple Double Eagle Banner" by a friend who helped me a lot when I first started the book, mainly about Byzantium in the late 12th century
　　
　
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