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Chapter 797: Chapter 254: Midnight Theater and the Pawn of the Thirteen Knights (Please Subscribe)_5

“The one with black hair on the right, the maid on the left, the queen in the bath…”

“Ah… so many, huh?”

“A beauty is in the skin, in the bone; different scenes change the perception of beauty. These three perform the most realistically, most naturally, and of course, are the most attractive.”

“Really? I thought the female guard whose shirt got torn was the best looking…”

“Not bad either. And remember, it’s not just the big ones that look good. Your taste seems a bit inclined towards the Orlan classical style…”

“Oh. Then… Mr. Leonard Churchill, do you prefer long legs, or a fuller figure?”

“Soul!”

“???”

“Miss Anne doesn’t need to compare with others; you’re already very beautiful.”

“Oh… really? Thank you, Mr. Leonard Churchill. I’m happy~”

“…”

The atmosphere of their chat became more and more relaxed.

They would still occasionally enjoy and critique which of the actors on stage had the most beautiful flesh on display.

…

“You despicable cur, unhand those women! The royal family may be defeated, but we shall not be dishonored!”

“The Thirteen Knights are nothing but a bunch of lowly looters taking advantage of the fire!”

“…”

The plot turned again.

A group of righteous Rebels intervened and stopped the Thirteen Knights.

Exaggerated dialogue, yet it conveyed the message well enough, suggesting: the Thirteen Knights are a bunch of rapacious robbers, while the “Rebels” are the heroes.

Oh!

Indeed!

The Rebels of yore are now the major Senators.

This was a celebration of them.

Although the imagery remained racy, the necessary storyline had been communicated.

Leonard Churchill was someone who seriously watched the plot and couldn’t help but criticize afterwards, “What the hell, all the Thirteen Knights are women! And this screenwriter… is up to something!”

Others might simply see the play as just that.

But Leonard Churchill had actually encountered the Thirteen Knights.

Those fellows, mysterious as they were and indeed killers, were by no means evil-aligned.

Black sheep!

The screenwriter was definitely a black sheep as far as the Thirteen Knights were concerned!

Leonard Churchill always felt there was something odd about it.

Indeed, history is written by those in power.

Just like that, enact it for a few decades, and the information the public gets is: the Thirteen Knights represent evil.

The narrative changes historical fact…

Leonard Churchill was also deeply moved as he watched.

Based on the information he knew, two hundred years ago the Thirteen Knights paid a huge price to overthrow the Orlan Dynasty.

If they hadn’t decimated much of their numbers to eliminate a host of court royals and clergies serving the Orlan Dynasty, the Rebels might not have been able to take King’s City at all.

…

However, what Leonard Churchill didn’t expect was.

At this very moment, in a warehouse behind the theater, a guy with glasses suddenly felt his nose twitch and sneezed.

“Strange, is someone cursing me?”

The man with glasses was none other than the playwright of the Goethe Troupe.

The “black sheep” in Leonard Churchill’s eyes.

The new play currently being performed, “King Orlan’s Lament,” had been written by his own hand.

However, a playwright’s status in a troupe was quite low.

His writing studio was merely a warehouse crammed full of barley.

And the bespectacled man didn’t mind at all.

He was currently carefully reading a thick pile of newspapers on the table.

Which were covering the recent war developments between Count Fremont and Councilor Boen.

He muttered to himself, “The Blood Plague was suppressed so quickly? And how did the Rose Chamber of Commerce escape from Bolton Town? Is there outside interference…?”

“Strange. How could the ‘world’ I deduced have flaws…”

After pondering for a long while, the bespectacled man seemed to realize something, “Intervention beyond current understanding? Time, or Space Law?”

Suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, he wrote a line in the script, “The universe’s rules number fifty, forty-nine are in order, while chaos accounts for one.”