Chapter 533: Eleven. Wind. 26 (27)

Everyone on the stage was cold and sweating.
This is true of the villains and the masses, even the hardboard paintings and prop trees serving as the background tremble in the windless theater, polished to the point that the polished oak floor is overwhelmed and emits a "rolling" moan .
The reason is that in the center of the stage, with heavy armor all over, the actor who plays the Paladin.
At first glance, it just feels like a naughty child who puts on his armor and plays a hero. Without the strong muscles supporting the armor, the tall figure failed to depict a strong outline, but instead highlighted the impression of thinness. Compared with the slender figure, the overly sturdy breastplate makes the Cavaliers look like potatoes with match sticks.
Such a strong sense of incongruity has made people feel weird. Because of putting down the helmet protective mask, the invisible face of the other party, but the obvious feeling of being oppressed by the coercion is even more inexplicable.
If that's the case, it's okay. Everyone can be regarded as the atmosphere rendering required for the performance, and then calmly.
It's just...Which actor would release such a strong murderousness?
There is no need to look into the eyes behind the tin can. Just standing on the same stage, the strong murderousness will engulf the existence of others. All the actors are sensed from the depths of the soul. Unload eight. As if being held against the skin by countless sword tips, no one dared to act rashly.
"It's time to go--"
The languid, cat-like lazy whisper sounded, and the knight took a step forward.
No one on the stage responded, it was not that they forgot the lines. In front of the sky, the actors couldn't even move a finger. If you are a real warrior, you should cheer up and prepare to step forward to meet the enemy. Now standing on the stage, but the young man who smelled a whiff of smoky smoke on the driving range, a temporary guest actor. For them, it is the first time to face the breath of actual combat and death.
Carrying the giant sword, the armor made a "click, click" sound and approached the actors.
"I... we surrender!!!"
Regardless of everything, the "bad people" threw out their swords, guns and sticks. The onlookers "villagers" also dropped their sickles.
The moment of calling out. All the pressure disappeared, and the actors who felt their shoulders relaxed were panting, and the worst of them were lying on the ground.
"Uh--what should I do next?"
Carrying a prop sword higher than humans on his shoulders, Favna, the player of "John Knight", asked in frustration.
Snapped--! !
The paper tube hits the hard paper helmet. Minerva yelled violently:
"It's too realistic! It's been said several times. This is just a preview. Where is that so murderous! Bystanders we almost thought we were facing a tyrannosaurus!!"
Roland aside secretly took out his handkerchief to wipe off the cold sweat, he could not have thought that Minerva's intuition was so accurate, so close to the truth. A glance at Silas and Niederhogger sitting around the small round table. The two-headed dragon didn't seem to hear the speech just now, and was dedicated to destroying the crepes and chocolate soft pudding. For the time being, I haven't copied those horrible guys and said something like "You know too much". Fafna on the stage was just sleepy, no more expression.
"No way."
Taking off the helmet, the blonde girl scratched her cheek with her index finger.
"I didn't feel that I was lethal at all, probably because I was careless, I was oppressed by everyone, right?",
Hearing this less nerveless speech than Minerva, Roland couldn't bear it anymore and sighed while covering his forehead.
Strictly speaking, Favna's statement is correct, and what she released is indeed not murderous. It's just that I'm in a bad mood, like some negative emotions radiating around me, which indirectly affects everyone. This is the same as the subtle resonance of the mood swings of the crowd when the guy in a bad mood passes the crowd. The problem is that as an ancient species, Fafna's influence on humans is really too great.
"No!"
Minerva waved the script that was rolled into a cylinder and stepped forward to say:
"Although the performance is to spare no effort to create a true audio-visual feeling, if the audience is scared away, how can the drama continue?"
It seems...Her Royal Highness really put her heart and soul into the performing arts creation, and her strong spirit even made Favna a little retreat, and her height was obviously higher than Minerva, but at the moment she felt that the other party was very tall.
"Any more! Even if you are pursuing a realistic effect. But there will be a knight with a breath of ‘Lao I will cut you all today’?! How long have you been an actor?!

"From yesterday!"
Minerva had just finished speaking in one breath, and Favna, who had gasped for breath, immediately turned back politely.
"..."
For a time, the script held up high did not know where to fall. Finally, he slowly hid the paper tube behind his back and coughed a few times with his fist covering his mouth. Minerva said seriously:
"Listen, Miss Favna, you are playing the role of John the Paladin. As a Paladin, you are always awe-inspiring at all times. Even if you are alone, facing thousands of enemy troops, even the powerful dragon is released. It should be a clear and hot grudge!!"
"... Let's not talk about this amazing speed of face-changing. I really have to face the Dragon race alone. The only thing that comes out of humans is the smell of sweat and incontinence?"
Niederhogg and Silas nodded in agreement, then turned back to eliminate those desserts, and only Roland noticed that the corners of the two guys bent into a sneering arc.
Paladin John's folklore is quite extensive. Except for the paragraphs of fighting with the Grand Master, the most famous is that the Paladin slaughtered the dragon. And this is not just a legend, it seems to leave a record on the Dragon Race.
Let the princess of the dragon family from the strong respect to play the dragon warrior... Let's not say whether this is a dragon knight or a dragon. Knight, this behavior itself is a shameful play of shame. In addition, this is a mandatory requirement of the winner of the show off competition, which makes the punishment game more intense ~ EbookFREE.me ~ really can't stand this thing, so sad. "
Before sitting on the chair, Favna can't wait to take off the paper armor, the crackling of cloth cracking sounded successively, the plump bursting corset jumped out, and the waves that deformed up and down immediately let a few A man spurted his nose and fell down happily.
The elastic redundancy of paper armor is much better than that of metal armor, but armor based on the male body line is obviously impossible to take care of the female chest. On the contrary, for the performance needs, highlighting the masculinity, it is impossible for the female to symbolize... …Uh, the chest stood out in front of the audience. As a result, first wrapped in multiple layers of bra cloth, and then put on paper armor to barely cover. But as soon as the paper armor is removed, the corset is blown, which is really...
"Can't you play the role of a female?! Nope... people are fed up!!!"
Keeping his hands in front of his chest, he still can't completely block the straight lines. Bathed in the men's gleaming eyes like a beast, the mourning of the dragon princess runs through the dome of the Opera Garnier. (To be continued...)
ps: Uh... I drank too much and only posted it now. I'm so sorry.