A strange world

"So what exactly is the 'stage play' you're talking about?"

The mage Michael urged impatiently, while the real warrior Bronzebeard waited patiently.

"about there."

Annan looked out the window at the lawn under the sun and opened the door.

Abby, disheveled and with red cheeks, ran from the corridor holding the magic stone of record. Annan took the magic stone and returned to the study.

Michael stopped Annan when he was about to activate the recording magic stone.

"Do you really want to do..." Michael looked around at the other people in the study with a strange look on his face: "Do you really want to do that kind of thing in front of us?"

Annan: "What?"

His reaction stunned Michael: "What?"

Annan lowered his head and looked at the magic stone that Michael was holding. He understood something, and his eyes gradually narrowed: "What do you mages use to record the magic stone..."

"This has nothing to do with mages!" Michael argued in a louder voice: "Those nobles only like to record things like that!"

"So do you have such a thing?"

"have."

The Wine Lady, the female dwarf, and Annan looked at him with disdain.

Annan took off Michael's hand and placed the recording magic stone on the desk: "This is the carrier that carries this story. I call it..."

Annan wants to say this is a movie, but the Philosopher's Stone has nothing to do with electricity. Phantom? Sounds like something from the evil camp...

"...magical image."

With that said, Annan activated the Recording Magic Stone.

A shaky picture was projected on the Magic Stone. The distant fence and street scene in the picture made them recognize that this was the grass outside.

Wow——

Annan drew the curtains, and the darkened study made the images clear and vivid. He looked at Della, Michael and others standing or sitting staring at the magic image, slightly distracted by this atmosphere.

A hesitant voice-over came from the Philosopher's Stone: "Do I really want to read it out?"

"Yes, follow the steps."

The girl read the narration in a slightly trembling voice:

"On a bright midsummer morning, everything revives... This bug woke up early and climbed onto the grass blades to start today's meal. Little did it know that a predator had already set its sights on it -"

A familiar glass bottle containing spiders appears in the magical image, and the bug falls into it.

"Keep reading..."

Annan's quiet reminder came from the video.

The girl's narration continued: "The spider caught the cunning bug and was able to eat it. And the bug also learned a lesson at the cost of its life - that is, don't get up so early."

The image swayed upwards to the sky. A hand wearing three magic rings grasped a piece of paper with scrawled writing on it, slowly occupying the image:

Performance list

Director, screenwriter:

Annan

Narrator:

Abby

actor:

little spider - little spider

bug - bug

Friendly guest appearance:

Soruman Bronzebeard

Della

Annan quietly held his forehead, wondering why he didn't feel so stupid when he did it...

Fortunately, no one paid attention. Soruman Bronzebeard couldn't wait to ask: "Am I here too? Where am I?!"

Recording the Magic Stone could not be paused or rewinded, so Annan could only play it again, and then when the narrator read "Insects caught in a spider's web", he pointed to a moving mass of thick brown hair emerging from the base of the guardrail in the distance.

When a dwarf is angry, his beard is as fluffy as a hedgehog's hair.

Then Annan pointed to the corner of the image when he was "satisfied" - Dela was leaning lazily in the shadow where the sun could not reach.

The Recording Philosopher's Stone is the natural enemy of assassins like Della who blind their vision.

After turning off the recording magic stone, Annan asked their opinions: "What do you think?"

"Innocence."

"It's quite interesting."

"novel."

"have no idea."

"marvelous!"

Annan continued: "As a child, do you prefer to listen to dry stories or watch this kind of interesting magical images? As an audience, do you want to watch actors with unrecognizable faces on a distant stage performing hard in a simple set? , or the clear and bright details of a lifelike environment?”

Soruman Bronzebeard was combing his beard, Della was in a daze, Francois and Michael were meditating, and the Wine Lady was the first to realize what Annan wanted to express:

"You want this story to be a magical image?"

Annan raised his head slightly.

Michael would say this is a genius idea. He found the scene of a spider hunting with narration interesting, but what about presenting a complete story?

Why hasn't anyone thought of this?

As for recording the magic stone, it was usually used to teach alchemy - the nobles who used it to record sexual intercourse never followed this point.

But the mage's wisdom made him quickly think of the changes brought about by this kind of thing, and Annan's eyes became complicated: "You just destroyed the spinning industry and made the price of cotton almost more expensive than cotton yarn. The wool of a sheep It’s worth more than its meat, and now you want to destroy the theater?”

Francois stood up to ease the atmosphere: "That's not what Michael meant. He wanted to say, uh... your idea makes many people not ready."

"I'm not denying him. You can always believe in the enlightenment of a mage. We are not stubborn dwarves." Michael sighed, "I just... saw something strange, but it will be able to change the things around us. Birth.”

Soruman Bronzebeard fought back mercilessly: "So you are a mage? I always thought you were a barbarian."

"The theater will not be destroyed...at most it will be forced to change, just like a spinning machine." Annan said while weighing the magic stone.

The spinning machine made many people unemployed, made many people rich, made many people cry, and made many people laugh. But magic imaging is not the kind of industry that replaces human labor. The theater can be transformed into a theater that plays magical images, and stage actors can also become actors of magical images.

Therefore, the topic naturally came to the part of assigning roles.

But before that, Annan still had one important thing to discuss with them: the title of the work.

The background of the story has changed, and "Titan Winchet" will obviously have to change its name.

"I first propose the Mage Tower." Annan said.

"But it lacks a sense of shock. Why not call it "The Fall of the Breeze City Mage Tower"?" Francois said.

"Good, now they have one more person to beat."

"Then let's "The Fall of the Mage Tower"."

After deciding on the name, the next step is the actors. Ms. Wine said that as a new thing, the characters in "The Fall of the Mage Tower" should not be played by just anyone.

For magic images to spread, excellence and novelty alone are not enough. Young people may like to be exposed to new things, but stubborn old people are unwilling to even accept the turning of sunflowers in the garden.

Therefore, the main roles should be played by people with charisma, and there is no reason for them to give up the title of "The First Magical Image" to outsiders.

The first is the male protagonist.