Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

For any artistic performance, the audience must first be determined.

Whether an opera is good or not is not decided by mortals like Mark, but by the gods.

Mark indeed intends to break the shackles of opera in this world and copy the opera on earth.

Choosing the theme of the song is very important. If you choose it poorly, the road will be narrow.

So the first thing to be excluded is the love opera.

Compared to "Romeo and Juliet", perhaps the gods prefer to watch Romeo being beaten into ketchup.

After all, a good portion of the gods were not human in the first place. Even among those who became gods as mortals, there is still a big question mark as to how much humanity is left.

Regardless of the Seven Deadly Sins or the Church of Light, which teaches people to be good, most of them seize one or some similar characteristics in human nature to make a big fuss.

If Mark really wants to make a love drama, probably except for the love goddess who sings about love, everyone else will be "hehehe".

This is equivalent to discarding all operas such as "Carmen", "Turandot" and the adapted "Butterfly Lovers".

Most of the operas on Earth are Western ones. If we cut off some of China's classic operas, there will be very few that can be used.

Originally, Dante's "Divine Comedy" was considered a professional counterpart.

The original text of that thing is an epic poem of 14,000 lines, and it needs to be translated. Even if Mark reads it to him, he will be disgusted to death first.

Now he is dragging two guys who are almost musically blind to perform, and if he still does this, isn't that asking for death?

He can only handle the music, arrangement, and other things, and let those two guys perform in their true colors under the premise that they are consistent with their identities as Storm Cultists and Night Cultists.

After all, the Blood Moon candidates are just a group of guest stars. It would be unreasonable if every candidate can sing and dance well. Therefore, the songs preset for the candidates are, without exception, all about fighting and killing. of opera.

There must be something like a musician in the theater who is responsible for the croaking, and the candidate is responsible for the random killing.

This brings up another problem - if every opera was really performed according to the script, there would be no need for so many candidates to be beaten up and turned into evil spirits.

Take the [Blood War Plains] that Mark just used as the background in the preparation room. It was the song "When the Church of Light and Night" eulogized the church of light and night, gathering the military forces of several orthodox churches to rush into the bottomless abyss and kill the demons. Light Comes to Hell" opera.

Even if he had never touched the script, Mark knew that it was something that would give the devil a hard time.

So, who can guarantee that the devil will not make a stumbling block and give the candidate who plays the light side some unexpected surprises?

Don't say anything, just a projection of a real demon general is enough to make a weak candidate drink a pot.

Mark even deduced that there is an upper limit locked by the rules for the secret tricks of all parties.

It's not that the goddess of light and night doesn't want to help, it's just that she can't help much.

To sum up, Mark decided to create an opera of his own. It didn't have to be long and smelly, and the songs were of a level that would prevent most gods from sending their thugs to mess with him.

Eventually, Mark read a few candidates in his mind.

When you are in doubt, the dice will take care of you.

The result was a cramp in Mark's facial muscles.

The so-called opera with the highest rating is actually this...

Originally this was just something Mark crammed in to make up the numbers.

The dice is judged to be 16 points, and everything else is not enough to reach 10 points.

Mark had no choice at all.

He put one hand on the table in the preparation room, and with a thought, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

"Huh?" Conrad was unmoved, but Vivian was slightly surprised.

This scene was all too familiar to her.

Night in the back alley of the ghetto of Saint-Leiden.

On the far street entrance, seven-color neon lights shine over. But no matter how dazzling the lights are, they still can't brighten up this dark street.

On one side is a psychedelic modern city, on the other side are old-fashioned streets and alleys where kerosene lamps are still used.

At night, no poor person would light a kerosene lamp for a long time unless necessary.

This causes the old streets and alleys to be dark most of the time.

The prosperous world that seems so close in the distance is insulated from the children who grew up in the slums.

When poor children in rags and dirty clothes run onto the streets, they will be driven away and beaten mercilessly by the city's military police. Because these children are often equated with thieves.

Just seeing this scene, the corners of Vivian's eyes began to twitch slightly.

She will never forget the water curtains at home when it rains.

She would never forget the disgusting smell wafting from the nullahs in the old streets and alleys.

There were so many things she would never forget.

She had been miserable throughout her childhood, until her talent was accidentally discovered by the Nadal family, and then they suddenly remembered that they had such a collateral relative.

She and her mother were living a good life.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes were like fire, staring at Mark: "How much do you know about me!?"

Mark did not answer directly: "If you have not experienced the deepest darkness, you are not a true believer in the dark night."

"you……"

"That's why I said, it's enough for you to perform as you should." Mark turned around and said, "Conn, you too."

Conrad nodded silently.

"So, where are the lines?"

"No need!" Mark said unceremoniously: "Miss Carlos, I am responsible for the song part. Your body language is the best opera. However, if there is any scene that can more arouse the anger and struggle in your heart, , you might as well say it, it can bring the opera’s evaluation to a higher level.”

Vivian couldn't help biting her lower lip, and finally lowered her head, saying in a deep voice: "A toy store with a glass window, I... I was kicked out of the store by the owner, and even the glass window was broken."

Mark's heart skipped a beat: What a coincidence?

He mouthed: "If you don't mind, imagine the scene."

Vivian put her hands on the table, and the scene suddenly changed based on her memory: "Is this enough?"

"enough."

"Then what?"

"Destroy all enemies."

"good."

Mark turned to look at Conrad: "If you go to a bar, you won't forget your old acquaintance, right? Probably, they will be better than you know."

The giant man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty and hateful smile.

This smile made Vivian's heart beat as if it skipped a beat. It was the first time she had seen this giant man named Conn smile like this since she met him. The next second, when she recalled Conn's pirate deck, she understood immediately.

The son of the sea is always so direct in his approach to his enemies - crushing them to pieces! The body was broken into pieces!

Okay, the scene is there, what about the music?

An opera can't be without songs, right?

Mark led them to the second preparation room with great confidence.

At a glance, there are hundreds and thousands of musical instruments. From the familiar piano, piano, medium and violin to all kinds of exotic ethnic musical instruments, as long as they are available in the world, they are all available here.

Contrary to their imagination, these musical instruments were all suspended in mid-air under the protection of a mysterious force. Mark went over to check them out and found that they were in excellent condition.

"This is..." Vivian looked at an illusory light curtain beside the wall.

Of course, if you choose a model opera, you won't have so much trouble.

Mark: This is a customized opera, so you need to mentally enter the type and number of instruments required, as well as the music score.

Soon, the actors, sets and orchestra were all set.

The rest is the core [song].

Mark called in his heart: "Mini, I may need your help. In fact, my song is a bit short and not enough to become a complete opera. I can sing the male version. To achieve better results, it is best to need a soprano."

Minnie obviously hesitated: "I... stutter..."

"Stuttering is one thing, and singing is another thing. I have heard of people who speak with a big tongue, but can sing well... This is not a mandatory requirement... If you can fuse Bonnie's card, maybe you can You can sing it.”

Without hesitation, Minnie agreed: "Okay."

A surprise was born.

In Mark's spiritual sea, he heard the song he wanted.

Everything is ready and the performance begins.

The spiritual world has never been a completely silent world. There are always various noises and strange screams, which makes the great spiritual world always full of chaos.

I have long been accustomed to powerful beings walking in the spiritual world.

Habit does not mean that you are willing to accept it from the bottom of your heart.

When a piece of music they were unfamiliar with suddenly came from a place marked by the clones of the gods, more than one being was stunned.

If the first sound of glass bursting through the special spiritual circuit was not enough to surprise them, then the unique melody played by a high-pitched piano and a flute immediately attracted the attention of several beings. .

In a small divine kingdom, a goddess avatar with wavy red hair hid her entire divine body in a brilliant golden note. She suddenly stopped what she was doing and pricked up her ears to listen.

"It's not that old model opera, this is...a brand new piece of music! It's short and powerful, and the style of the music is deliberately depressing. Is it intended to be suppressed first and then elevated? What a brilliant arrangement."

Although the music goddess didn't want to admit it, just such a short melody in the prelude left a distinct mark on her heart that she can't forget.

If mortals knew that someone's opera immediately shocked the God of Music from the very beginning, it's hard to say how the world would evaluate him.

The goddess clone waved her hand to stop the angels who were reporting to her.

"Nothing to do today, just listen to music in the theater!"