Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

Saban's answer is reasonable.

It's not too late to at least get permission from the island master's palace before looking for stage actors.

Wu Heng then asked, "What kind of performance are you planning?"

Saban responded: "I'm thinking of the public kind of performance."

Copyrights for stories in this world are not that well established.

Even if it is a performance in a theater, it is difficult for the original author to benefit from it.

That is, on Treasure Island, under my nose, otherwise no one would come to say hello if I organized a stage play.

As for public performances, they are similar to those in a pub.

Anyone can watch it, and they don’t charge money.

There is no need for Wu Heng to argue with the other party about copyright fees.

He said directly: "Since you want to try to adapt it into a stage play, I allow you to perform it."

Hearing these words, Saban's face immediately lit up with joy.

Things went smoother than he thought.

The island owner also does not have the high airs of the nobles in the past.

"Thank you, Lord Island Master."

"Listen to what I have to say!" Wu Heng spoke again.

Saban looked suffocated and became serious again.

Wu Heng said: "I allow you to adapt the story, but the story cannot deviate from the theme, nor can it have a negative impact on Treasure Island and the island owner's mansion."

The story gave me a lot of positive reputation.

I also hope that it can be maintained and no problems will arise because of the stage show.

"Island owner, we will respect the story and the author, and will not have a negative impact on you and the work." Saban assured in a solemn voice.

"Go back and prepare. I look forward to your performance later." Wu Heng smiled.

Saban also suppressed the joy in his heart, "I will not disappoint the island owner."

"Yeah!" Wu Heng nodded.

Saban saluted again and exited the room.

Wu Heng continued to sit at the table and was not in a hurry to leave immediately.

Regarding the stage play, I also talked about it with some maids when I came here.

In this world, there is no

"Go back and prepare well. I'm also looking forward to what kind of story you can tell."

Saipan forced down the joy in his heart, "I will not let you down."

"Um!"

Saipan saluted again and exited the room.

After he left, Wu Heng also left the conference room.

Walk out along the corridor.

Passing by the deacon's study, Wu Heng thought for a moment and knocked on the door.

After hearing the response, he opened the door and walked in.

…

In the study room.

Sheila Gui and Shi Yali are both there.

"Why are you here at the association today?" Xila Gui asked with a smile.

Wu Heng sat down aside and said casually, "Come and borrow the conference room."

"What are you using the conference room for?"

"The bard on the island plans to adapt the story of the first volume of the Great Detective into a stage play, and he talked to me about it." Wu Heng replied.

Shi Yali brought the tea, bent down and placed it on the coffee table, and asked with wide eyes, "Volume 1? Are there any follow-up stories?"

Wu Heng picked up the tea and took a sip, "Of course, the series will continue in the next issue of the newspaper."

The whole set of great detective stories is almost 500,000 words long, and is serialized in a newspaper format.

It can also be serialized for a year and a half.

It can be said that serialized stories in newspapers are not something to worry about in the short term.

"The subsequent story also solves the case?" Shi Yali's eyes lit up and she moved forward.

"A new case."

"About what?" Shi Yali asked.

“…royal scandal.”

The light in Shi Yali's eyes grew brighter, and she moved forward twice, hugging one of his arms, "Which royal family? Is it a story of aristocratic romance? Is anyone dead?"

"It would be pointless to tell you." Wu Heng said.

Sitting behind the desk, Sheela frowned and glanced at the position where her sister was holding the other person's arm.

He said directly: "Shi Yali, that's almost enough. Don't go too far."

Shi Yali also reacted immediately and explained: "Just ask casually."

After saying that, he stood up and sat back in his office.

Xila Gui looked at Wu Heng again, "Don't you want to use the conference room?"

"I came here after I finished using it," Wu Heng said.

Sheila Gui suddenly realized, "I'm telling you, you're not in a hurry at all."

Wu Hengze continued to ask: "What occupation do you think is more suitable for captain and ship control?"

Sheila Gui thought for a moment, "There's not much difference, right! Controlling a ship at sea depends more on navigation experience and understanding of the ship. It does not belong to a separate profession. Warriors and rangers are both acceptable."

Wu Heng felt that he had missed the point, so he asked again, "What about the control machine? It's a strange machine like a train."

"Actually, it's the same. There's not much difference. If I have to say it, the magic weapon master should know more about these devices and control them easier." Sheila Gui replied again.

Wu Heng nodded, it was pretty much what he thought.

Strange weapons are designed for other people to use.

Can control any occupation.

"That makes sense."

Sheela looked at him and asked, "Why are you asking these questions? What's your plan?"

"I just plan to research a new gadget."

"You can still do this?" Xila Ge raised her eyebrows and continued, "Don't you feel that you are paying too much attention to things? I don't want to hit you, but it is better for you to focus on spells. Don't Always wasting time on things that have nothing to do with career.”

For other people, they have too many hobbies and don't focus on their own careers.

It is indeed not doing their job properly.

But it is a little different from Wu Heng's situation.

"Do you want to make a bet?" Wu Heng said with a smile.

"What bet?" Xi Lagui glanced at Shi Yali from the corner of her eye and emphasized: "Let me make it clear first, I don't gamble money or anything."

"Just bet whether I can come up with a sufficiently shocking strange machine." Wu Heng looked directly at the other party.

"You are really stubborn. You are a mage, what kind of strange machine are you studying." Xi Lagui was speechless.

"Let's bet or not!"

"What bet?" Xi Lagui asked nonchalantly.

Wu Heng pondered for a while, "Whoever wins agrees to a request from the other party."

"Okay, the premise is that I have to feel shocked." Xi Lagui emphasized.

Anyway, whether you will be surprised or not is up to you, and you will not lose no matter how you think about it.

Shi Yali also raised her hand immediately, "Count me in."

"Okay, then there are three of us." Wu Heng agreed with a smile.

This one is also sent up.

…

In the private room on the top floor of the Golden Sail Tavern.

“Everyone, the island owner only hopes that the plot will be in line with the original work, and has no other requirements. If anyone wants to join, please give me a straightforward answer.”

Saban stood straight, looked at the people sitting around him, and said with a smile.

There were also quite a few people gathered in the room.

They were all bards above level 5 on the island, and some of them were also stationed in various taverns to tell stories in the newspaper.

If it was before the newspaper was published, bards did not have a high status in Treasure Island.

But as the newspaper became more and more popular, this profession also began to receive some attention.

“Mr. Saban, I have some questions that I want to ask first.” A middle-aged man in a purple robe stood up and saluted first.

Saban hurriedly returned the salute.

He also knew this person, the island’s level 12 bard ‘Fandar’, who had a lot of prestige in Lighthouse Street.

Fandar said softly, “In what form will this stage play be performed, and whether any conditions have been promised to the island owner’s mansion.”

Everyone looked over.

Reading newspapers in the tavern is also paid by the tavern.

Saban replied, "The island owner did not put forward any conditions. My personal idea is that as long as we present a good effect, the taverns will invite us to perform, and the level and money will not be delayed."

Fandral nodded and asked again: "Will the stage play delay everyone's time to report? I'm afraid that many people here will come to rehearse all day."

As soon as this question came out.

People who have a fixed tavern all pricked up their ears.

Saban took a sip of tea and said, "No, we can coordinate the time, and it takes a certain amount of time to select the roles that suit everyone. If you want to participate in this stage play, you should take time to read the script and rehearse. It should be a must."

Fandral nodded again, "Of course."

Saban didn't wait for the other party to ask again, and said directly, "The sale of newspapers has given us an opportunity. This is the island owner, giving us a second chance for this profession. Whether we can completely change the current situation of bards depends on this time."