Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1026 1008. Chapelle

Lan En blinked blankly, as if 'I am abnormal or you are abnormal'.

And Dandelion continued to talk excitedly.

"The Kiss of Victory! Although it was not written by a famous artist, the timing of the painting and the scene described fit perfectly."

"I heard that at the end of the Battle of Soden Mountain, Lady Tishaya sadly held the shield with the rough sketch, and both Foltest and Vizmir who participated in the battle were deeply moved by this. "

"This story is well known to everyone, Lan En!"

The witcher couldn't say a word. He licked his lips first, then scratched his head, looking completely at a loss.

Lan En knew very well that the 'Tissaya' on the battlefield at Soden Mountain was actually Margarita who had cast an illusion spell and became the 'person in the middle'.

But in the eyes of onlookers, they did not have the [spiritual vision] to see through the appearance, whether it was the kiss at that time or the subsequent sadness that Margarita felt towards the painter soldier who was killed in the last moment of the war.

In fact, they are all covered with a layer of 'Tisaya' skin.

"But that was Margarita. She used the illusion spell at that time."

Dandelion also realized that on the battlefield at that time, it seemed that the primary issue was indeed the issue of stance, and there was no time to think about other things.

Lan En said seriously.

The poet's body was torn and staggered.

Dandelion looked at Lan En in surprise. Lan En could tell what he was thinking without even using other methods.

"I know you have a psychological burden. Ms. Margarita and Triss are enough to scare you, right? Sorceresses are like this. They are powerful and egotistical. A man is sandwiched between two sorceresses, like It's an ice cube sandwiched between two soldering irons. It's an understatement."

But even if the poet reacted, he waved his hand decisively.

The witcher sighed as he held his head and felt a headache.

With a click, just when Dandelion was about to walk backstage and hand over the made cloak to the troupe as a performance prop, Lann grabbed him.

"Change?! How to change this?!"

"I would never lie about art, Lan!"

He raised his head as if he had a character that could not be insulted.

"Now there's a more powerful one coming in. It's one thing to make you feel uncomfortable, but could it be that it's not the truth? We script writers can modify and adapt it, but we can't ignore the facts!"

"It's just the two of you in that painting, kissing! On the battlefield! How do you want me to change it? Change the solemn, calm, black-haired Tishaia de Vries into the gorgeous, cheerful, blond Margo Rita Laux Andrea?"

At the end of the day, Dandelion flatly refused with the arrogance of a man of letters.

It's okay if I don't talk about it, but Dandelion seems to be even more excited than Lan En when he talks about it.

"what?"

"But this love story needs to be changed! Master Dan! It really needs to be changed!"

"Hey, what are you doing? My hand was almost torn off!"

——You want someone to dress up as a teacher? Can you play like this if you know magic?
"I really hope that the first thing that comes to your mind is not 'gameplay', but the political stance at the time."

"If your hand is torn off, I can even replace it with a new one." Lan En said nonchalantly while staring at Dandelion seriously. It's like trying to determine something extremely important.

"The art of poetry is not used to find out the truth behind the facts, Lan En. That is what historians and old scholars should do. It is used to move people."

"You and Tishaia de Verres kissed on the battlefield, and that's what everyone saw and was moved by. Then I'll paint it."

"Then it can't be deleted?" Lan En looked at Dandelion, who was so stubborn that his face seemed to have a layer of sublime glory, and couldn't help but ask him with the last glimmer of hope.

"Delete the emotional line, how about we simply praise the glorious deeds on the battlefield?"

"Delete?" Dandelion looked at the tall witcher with a sneer. "Haha, have you seen the script in Mrs. Irena's hand?"

Lan En looked towards the temporary wooden stage set up on the slaughterhouse grounds. Mrs. Irena was wearing a dress with a large open collar on the chest, and her hair was neatly combed in a dignified style.

It looks like she is the right choice to play Tissaya.

The thickness of the script in her hand seemed to be the length of a finger.

Dandelion said coldly next to Lan En: "After deleting the emotional line, how much do you think is left in such a thick script, dear Lan En?"

"How many, how many?"

"The thickness of a fingernail." Dandelion pinned the small nail of his little finger with his thumb and gestured to Lan En. "That's all. Like the other mages at the Battle of Sodden Hill, passers-by in a great drama."

"This is just her script, the starring role, and the supporting role's script. It's amazing, Lord Duke, you cut the length of this play in half with just one sentence!"

Lan En held his forehead in discomfort.

Dandelion took the opportunity to sneak backstage: "Don't think about it, you can't change it, that's it."
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The quickly made alchemy cloak was sent to the protagonist backstage.

This cloak will appear as a prop in the entire drama and will be used throughout the entire plot. In terms of treatment as a product, there is simply no second one.

Of course, at that time, theatrical performances already had a form of investment called "sponsorship", but this concept of product placement was still the first time.

On the bustling street outside, more and more people were passing by the site that was originally a slaughterhouse, and were attracted by the lively and strange sounds inside.

"There is a performance inside now?" "No, everyone is rehearsing. But the rehearsal is quite nice. Do you want to buy a ticket and go in to see it?"

At the gate of the venue, the troupe's conductor skillfully set up a table and sold tickets there, which was the troupe's main revenue.

The wooden door of the venue opened with a creak, and Geralt's boots from the Advanced Wolf School clicked on the muddy ground as he walked in.

He sniffed, adjusting to the smell of the slaughterhouse lingering in the mud.

"Finally done."

He sat next to Lan En, resting his elbows on his knees and bending over to look at the stage in front of him.

Under the stage were long benches like those in taverns, and now Geralt and Lan were sitting on a bench.

"You don't look too tired."

Lan En tilted his head and looked at him.

"This job is not tiring, but it is too broken." Geralt shook his head, and his milky white hair in a ponytail swayed.

"I found the sea parrots, a group of jugglers who are responsible for promoting the show. I also ran to the dock and found a few fierce-looking Skellige sailors to act as on-site security."

"I'm almost bored to death with all the walking around in this big city. It's not even convenient to ride a horse."

"Good thing it's over?"

"Yeah, luckily it's over."

Lann handed Geralt an apple, which he had taken from the troupe.

Geralt took it and started chewing it. After taking two bites, he pushed Lan En beside him with his knee.

"There's someone who wants to see you." He pointed in the general direction with the hand holding the apple, "He's here."

As he spoke, he held the apple in his mouth, supported his knees with his hands, stood up on his own, and walked to the side.

The person who took his place was an unattractive man, wearing a ruffled linen shirt and a leather jacket that was black with oil stains.

Lan En still looked at the rehearsing actors walking back and forth on the stage naturally.

"First meeting, Grand Duke Lan En."

The man sitting next to the witcher was looking at the stage like him, but he was still talking.

"I've known you since the first day you came to this great city. But I never had the chance to meet you until now."

"So, you're another shapeshifter? Chapelle?"

Lan En understood who the visitor was almost without thinking.

Let Geralt be introduced as a middleman and know his whereabouts, but he has no impression at all and has to make second guesses.

"You are indeed as wise as the legend says."

Next to the witcher, Chapelle also admitted it frankly.

"Don't speak in that tone." Lan En said calmly, "I'm not a king. There's no need to act like a jester and hold me up so high."

Sea Parrot's promotion seems to be very effective indeed. Even though today is just a rehearsal, there are still many people entering the venue one after another and sitting on the benches noisily.

This kind of noise is like the noise in a tavern, which can cover up the words of the two people nearby.

"Let me guess." Lan En said with great interest, "The Eternal Flame knows that I am in the city and even knows where I have been. But they have never sent anyone to talk to them. Let me talk."

"That's considered 'hostility', right?"

"Such speculation is a bit extreme, Archduke." Chapelle shook his head, "It's just that Bishop Hemelfat needs to be cautious about how to contact you."

"Because I'm a mutant carved out of the teachings of the Eternal Fire?"

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"You see, that's 'hostility'. Or to a lesser extent: wariness."

Chapelle was silent for a while, but still defended himself.

"This is indeed related to your identity, but the doctrine of eternal fire is the foundation for the establishment of the sect. You should always be cautious when dealing with related issues."

After saying these words, Lan En turned his face away from the rehearsal stage for the first time and glanced at Chapelle beside him.

A surprised look.

"Wait. Did I hear that right? You're defending the Eternal Fire? A shapeshifter defending the Eternal Fire?"

But the unknown person transformed by Chapelle looked directly into Lan En's surprised eyes without any evasion.

He didn't say anything, but his meaning was very clear.

"Wow." Lan En felt like he was a little out of his mind.

"Do you really believe in the eternal fire?!"

(End of this chapter)