Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes Chapter 236

Under the influence of magic, the environment on the stage has become a dark cave behind the waterfall. Theo Sith, dressed in a ragged aristocratic hunting costume, crawled out of the water wet, supported his body with a sword as a walking stick, and limped. Walked into the cave.

Under Sherman's role, the protagonist's vigilant and panic expression at the moment, some staggering steps, as if the real Theo Sith was attached to his body at this moment.

"How do you feel about this scene, Your Excellency Zast? According to the real situation, the protagonist's hunting outfit should have been more concise and neat at this time. But now, many complicated decorations have been added to his clothes."

The gaze motioned to the protagonist on the stage, the speaker raised his eyebrows, and turned his gaze to Anves, his facial expression seemed to be smiling.

"At this time, I always have some questions. For the so-called 'artistic effect', I can even give up 'authenticity'. Your Excellency Zuster, do you think this choice is right?"

"Whether the choice is correct depends on which side you stand on."

Also retracting his gaze from the stage, Anves shook his head without answering directly.

"The purpose of the performer is to please the audience as much as possible. Then, if you stand from the perspective of the performer, it can make the audience feel better, and the value is undoubtedly greater than the 'authenticity'.

If from the perspective of the theater owner, his ultimate goal is the income from the box office, then the more popular popularity brought by better viewing is also higher than authenticity. "

"The purpose of most of the audience here is to pass the time. Then more beautiful costumes are undoubtedly a plus point.

Perhaps, only for those viewers who are more pursuing authenticity, this can be regarded as an inconsistent deduction. "

As he said, Anvis sipped his mouth clear of the fountain of magic power, his tone pointed.

"But these people are always very few, aren't they?"

"In other words, as long as the results are beneficial to most people, then this thing should be done, right?"

The black-robed speaker nodded, his tone thoughtful.

"I need to point out that one of your words is inaccurate. It is not 'should' to do it, but 'worth it' to do it.”

Regarding the other party's words, Anvis corrected.

"In many cases, it is often necessary to make a trade-off between the majority and the minority. Then, it is more worthwhile to abandon the benefits of a small number of people than to abandon the benefits of the majority."

"Indeed, most people are often more important than a few."

The speaker smiled and nodded.

"But is such a trade-off fair to those few people?"

"It may not be fair to a few people. But the purpose of setting up the theater is to serve the majority of people, because that is the bulk of their source of income.

If the chosen starting point is based on a small number of people, it will be unfair to the theater and the majority. "

Anvis shrugged and spread his hands slightly.

"So, Lord Farr, in my opinion, fairness is relative. Only the fairness of the majority, and the fairness of the minority."

"The fairness of the majority and the fairness of the minority are quite interesting insights."

Listening to Anves' remarks, the speaker nodded with great interest, looking at Anves with pitch-black eyes, the conversation suddenly changed.

"However, Your Excellency Zast, I think the person meeting with me here is not your own body, right?"

"Did you see it? It is indeed my disrespect to meet with you as a clone. But my body is currently far away in another country, and walking outside as a clone is only for personal safety considerations."

Slightly stupefied, Anves nodded, confessing the matter generously, and at the same time showed an appropriate look of helplessness on his face.

"After all, my strength is still very weak. And there are too many dangers in this world. If you don't need to go out in a clone, you may walk along and suddenly bump into something far beyond the scope of my strength.

Only by staying in awe at all times can we survive longer in this world. "

"...Don't belittle yourself too much, Your Excellency Zast. With the clone magic, your Excellency is still the most accomplished person below the ninth-level limit I have ever seen. I am afraid that even those general ninth-levels can't see through the reality."

With a strange expression on his face, the speaker raised his eyebrows, becoming more interested in Anves.

This is not the first time he has invited guests to meet here, but in the past, among those who were eligible for his invitation, there were also a few who were as interesting as Anves.

During the conversation between the two, the opera on the stage also reached the climax of the second act.

In an exciting symphony whose rhythm is like a gust of wind and rain, the protagonist on the stage follows the music beat, leaping quickly from the twisting and strangulation of the black water mysterious snake, thrillingly avoiding the deadly fangs of the giant snake, and then throwing backhands. A beautiful moonlight cut.

At the moment when the background music reached the climax, the huge snake head crashed to the ground. com was splashed with dust and blood.

Then, the music turned to relief after the climax, the protagonist stepped over the huge snake corpse blocking the road, and in the deepest part of the cave, he saw the broken secret door.

From the broken corner of the gate, countless brilliant treasures shined through, dazzling the eyes of the protagonist and the audience.

Also at this time, the stage curtain slowly fell, obscuring countless greedy and regretful gazes.

"What is that, Lord Farr?"

During the intermission, Anvis looked at the speaker who was playing with a dark golden key in his hand and spoke at random.

"A funny little toy, as long as you have it, you can change the world."

Looking at Anves with the color of 'curiosity' in his eyes, the Speaker turned the key handle in his hand and threw it to Anves casually.

"Want to try it? To me, it doesn't really matter who activates it."

"You laughed, Lord Farr."

Startled by the opponent's actions, Anvis took a look at the key, and then gently placed it on the coffee table.

"Don't you try to activate it, Lord Zast, what if what I said is true?"

Seeing Anves' movements, the speaker's gaze slowly moved up, staring at Anves' eyes, with a meaningful tone.

"Just like the secret treasure in the cave is for the protagonist Theo Sith, an opportunity to change the world must be of the same significance to a high-level prophet?"

"I am different from everyone else, Lord Farr. I don't want to be contaminated by the big trouble of changing the world."

The smile on his face did not change, Anvis pressed the key with his white gloved index finger and pushed it in the direction of the speaker.

"As you said, what if what you said is true?"

Chapter end