Blue Sword

The underground opera house is built on the second underground floor of Neuschwanstein Castle, located inside the mountain at the foot of the Alps.

The three of them walked down the stairs. Eleanor used her spear to push aside the large cobwebs in front of her, making a hissing sound like tearing paper. Countless frightened spiders, big and small, fled quickly along the gaps in the walls and floors.

"Is there a ghost here?" Mi'er asked.

"Hey!" Eleanor suddenly shuddered and scolded, "Don't say such unlucky things."

"If there are ghost-like creatures, it will be really troublesome." Asker said, "We did not bring magic output this time."

Is this what we are afraid of? The two girls were speechless.

However, when I was with Aske, I was speechless so many times that both girls developed a strong ability to accept it. They just cursed a little and quickly threw it out of their minds.

"Why was the opera house built underground?" Mi'er asked.

"Because the underground is well insulated," Eleanor said, "no sound from inside can go out, and no sound from outside can come in."

Everyone came to a dilapidated gate and pushed it open. As expected, there were furnishings from an abandoned opera house.

"Okay, now it's time to find the lock." Eleanor said.

So everyone started to get busy. Mier chose to search the auditorium, while Eleanor carefully probed along the wall, trying to find the mysterious bulge called the secret door.

Asker walked directly onto the stage, faced the audience, and pretended he was an actor performing.

This perspective... seems a bit close, and the field of view cannot cover all the audience seats. So he took a few steps back.

Still a little close, he took a few steps back again.

This distance is just right. If I were an actor, I could stand in this position and perform while taking in all the audience's reactions.

Then he began to carefully observe the ground at his feet, and finally found a small groove on a dusty floor.

Judging from the shape, it looks like it can be inserted into the Swan Key.

He took out the hexagonal brass key from the bag. As the key was inserted into the groove, there was obvious resistance in his hand, as if some mechanism had been opened, and the stage floor creaked backwards.

"Found it?" Eleanor and Mi'er heard the sound and ran to the stage, staring at the big hole exposed in the stage floor in a daze.

"Let's go." Asik said this and took the lead.

Under the big hole is a hidden room. Countless bookshelves are displayed against the wall, filled with large and small dusty books. Judging from the spines, they all seem to be works on music and mythology.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the accordion-shaped coffin in the center of the room, with a skeleton placed inside... Everyone just glanced inside, and they immediately felt like the world was spinning, as if the surrounding scenes had all come to an end and were replaced by Another environment that has never been seen before.

Underfoot was the floor of the stage, and in front were countless neatly arranged audience seats. Everyone seemed to be back in the theater again.

"Good afternoon, living ladies and gentlemen!" Standing behind the three people was a middle-aged Frank man in a suit and leather shoes. He was wearing a floppy reporter's hat, holding a pipe in his mouth, and his chin was extremely broad and square.

"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm." Seeing Eleanor immediately raising her shield, Mi'er also raised her gun and aimed it at him. The strange middle-aged man quickly raised his hands and said with a smile, "I just want to ask you to Do me a little favor."

"Help?" Eleanor asked warily. Since the last change in the town of Runfield, she has been strongly wary of this kind of guy who appears suddenly, "Who are you? Tell me your name first."

"Your Excellency, Wilhelm Richard Wagner." The middle-aged man took off his pipe, "I am a close friend of Ludwig, the ancestor of your Weisbach family."

"You're not dead?" Mi'er asked.

"No, little girl, I'm already dead." Wilhelm laughed, "So the wonderful thing about this world is that even after death, extraordinary beings can still survive in the world in some form until they remain in the world. Until the world’s obsessions are satisfied.”

"What's your obsession?" Ask asked following his words.

"You should know that I wrote many scripts during my lifetime." Wilhelm said, "Their inspiration usually comes from various folk myths and legends, such as "Siegfried" and "Twilight of the Gods" The Ring of the Nibelungs and so on.”

"However, in the year when I unfortunately died unexpectedly, I was writing a classic play. It was adapted from a famous Italian tragic fairy tale and was a work that I particularly liked."

"When I finished writing this work in Venice, a sudden heart attack struck me, and I died hastily before I could send the work to Byret."

"And this work, after my death, was sealed away together with my other things, and there is still no possibility of it being put on the stage."

"If possible, I would like to invite three of them to perform here. At least before I leave this world, I can see the performance of my last great work, so that I can die without regrets." Will Heim bowed slowly, put one hand on his chest to express his plea, and his eyes were extremely sincere.

"I can replace the characters in this work and other insignificant supporting roles with imaginary mental bodies." He stretched out his fingers and tapped his temples, "But the three protagonists must be real living humans. Acting can truly reflect the spirituality of the characters in my script."

"What kind of work is it specifically?" Ask asked with a frown.

In the game forum in his previous life, he just glanced at the players' posts. He probably knew that the final reward of this copy was the extraordinary characteristics of the "luck" sequence. Players had to pass Wilhelm's test to get the reward, but he never thought that this would actually happen. It's a plot copy, and the test is to cooperate with you in filming a movie?

If he wanted to perform a Qiong Yao-style tragedy of "you are cruel, you are ruthless, you are unreasonable", then he would immediately turn around and leave, dragging the drama queen Medea over to perform it to satisfy the other party.

"Oh, maybe you have heard of this work." Wilhelm smiled slightly, "Its name is "The Blue Sword"."

Eleanor:………………

Mier:………………

Ask:………………

"Why don't we change the name of our mercenary group." Asik sighed and said, "It's quite embarrassing that it always collides with other names."

"Are you members of the mercenary group? The name of the mercenary group is also called Cang Qing Sword?" Wilhelm's eyes lit up, "Great! What a little joke from the goddess of fate! It's like this drama was made for me. The role is tailor-made!"

"Mr. Wilhelm, our mercenary group has nothing to do with your drama." Mi'er said, "And as far as I know, the three of us are very different from the characters in the drama."

"Solomon, Christina, and Melanda in "Blue Sword" have professions of swordsman, mage, and priest respectively. As for the professions of the three of us, except that the leader can barely be regarded as a swordsman, Eleanor and I I know absolutely nothing about the mage and priest professions, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to play the corresponding roles well.”

"Oh, it doesn't matter." Wilhelm clasped his temples with his knuckles again. The surrounding scene changed rapidly - now it turned into a mountain village, and the clothes on the three Aske's bodies also changed.

Asker's equipment was changed to studded leather armor, and the only weapon left was a knight's sword; Eleanor was also "changed into" a set of slender, tight-fitting, and quite attractive mage robes.

Mi'er looked at her hand in shock. Her sniper rifle had disappeared, replaced by a medical kit and a small injection gun.

"In fact, you are just in the state of your mental body now, located in my decaying mind." Wilhelm smiled slightly, "Whether it is the stage layout, background, costumes, or even the corresponding supporting roles and villains, I only want one Thoughts can create.”

"As for acting skills, I'm afraid we can't ask for too much. After all, there are only three of you who have come here for hundreds of years. But as an excellent playwright, it is also my job to guide actors. I believe we can definitely cooperate. Perfect."

"I have a better suggestion." Asker said, "There is a red-haired lady in our team who has extremely high emotional intelligence and superb acting skills. Maybe she is more in line with your requirements. I can find her to play your part. drama."

"That's not possible." Wilhelm said with a smile, "Although there must be at least trust between people, I am already a dead person. If you leave here and never come back, how many years will I have to wait? Meet the right actor?”

"You mean, if we don't cooperate with you, you won't let us go?" Eleanor raised her eyebrows.

"If the performance is completed successfully, all my legacy in the outer room will be left to you." Wilhelm sat behind him, and a high chair immediately appeared under his butt, holding his body firmly. , "If you are not willing, then I can only wait until you change your mind."

"In addition, the ratio of the time flow rate between my thoughts and the real world is also within my adjustment range, so you don't have to worry too much. But if it drags on for too long, your bodies in reality may also Some unexpected problems occurred." He turned his head, held his chin, and said pretendingly, "Well, I remember there seem to be a lot of wild animals nearby."

"There's no point in going on like this." Asik looked at the other two people, "Or should we just try to act?"

Mi'er and Eleanor looked at each other. Since the leader said so, they could only sigh helplessly:

"All right."

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