As a result, Wayne still reported the matter to Duke Elliot.
"That's what happened. I don't know what considerations made His Highness the Prince wonder whether to say it in person."
He tried to remove himself from the narrative as much as possible so as not to interfere with Eliot's judgment.
In response, Elliot just said lightly that he understood it and made no further response.
"Dad-" Soon, Chrissy's voice came.
The moment he heard his baby daughter's call, Elliot had a smile on his face, stood up and walked to the study door: "What's wrong? Chrissy."
The tone was extraordinarily gentle.
Chris held a glass of orange drink in her hand and handed it to Elliot like a treasure. "Dad, look! This is my newly developed special formula for orange juice!"
"The short oil, our Chrissy, is really great!" Duke Elliot took it in surprise, pretended to take a sip, and then praised sincerely: "It's very delicious. Let's make some for mom!"
"Mom has drank." Chris asked cutely with her big eyes flashing: "What is dad talking to Wayne about?"
"It's nothing, just checking his homework." Elliot's behavior of deceiving the child was very natural. "You guys go play."
So, Chris trotted over and pulled him out with a smile. "Wayne, come and see the new clothes I designed for Xiaobai."
Wayne originally thought that she had really made some weird clothes, and wondered if he should persuade her to let go.
But unexpectedly, as soon as Chris left the study, she asked him and Elliot what they were talking about with a serious face.
"It's about the playwright Poquelin..."
Without intending to hide it, Wayne told Chris what Gavin had said to him.
Chris listened to every word, and then said to herself: "Actually, I have heard something. It is said that Pokerland is a very handsome uncle."
Wayne said, Miss, your focus is not right?
"In that case, why don't we go find him and meet him!" Chris suddenly said.
Wayne said in astonishment: "But Father has not yet decided whether to provide him with asylum."
"It doesn't matter what he does! It's not too late to meet him first."
Hey, hey, you just covet other people's men, right? It must be!
As soon as she said go, Chris immediately took Wayne with her and rushed to the market theater to meet Poklan in the name of going out to play.
Recently, this small theater has been completely occupied by Poquelin, and his plays are performed every day, and the atmosphere becomes more and more popular day by day.
The troupe staff who wanted to turn them away, but after hearing that they were members of the Winche family, looked at each other and took them to the studio behind the scenes.
It was obviously a bit cooler outside the theater, but once we entered the backstage, we felt a bit stuffy and the light was not very bright.
"Captain, the Wenche family is here to visit."
The boy who brought them in gently knocked on the wooden door of the innermost workshop.
no response.
"Captain?" The young man increased his intensity and banged on the door.
"Um...here, here, please come in." A voice sounded as if he had just woken up.
The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Chris walked straight into the room, followed closely by Wayne.
A beam of light peeked in from outside the door, quietly illuminating a small space.
Messy books and papers were scattered everywhere, and there was no place to even put a foot down.
"Crack." With a slight noise, the candles in the room were lit. "I'm sorry... I accidentally fell asleep. Guests, please stay where you are and don't move. I'll come over and clean up right away."
'Is this Poquelin? ’ Wayne looked at him.
It can be seen that the clothes he has worn for many years are a bit white after being washed, his hair is messy, and his expression is haggard, but this does not detract from his handsome appearance at all.
The forehead is broad, the bridge of the nose is high, and the eyes are deep.
Even though he is no longer young, he is indeed worthy of the reputation of a handsome man.
"Are you Poklan?" Chris asked.
Looking at this little girl in aristocratic attire, Poklan was slightly startled.
"Yes, exactly down there."
After lighting the candle, Poquelin hurriedly picked up the scattered manuscripts.
Just as Wayne was about to help him pick up some, Pokerland's expression changed, he shouted "Wait!", and then rushed over and snatched the manuscript from Wayne's hand.
"Sorry, as these are original manuscripts, please be careful not to touch them."
...Since it’s so important, just pack it up first before inviting us in!
"It's okay." Wayne smiled understandingly.
It's said to be tidying up, but in fact it's just a matter of stacking them up and putting them in another corner.
But after he cleaned it up, he finally found a small area where he could stretch out.
"Please sit down, please sit down..." Poklan patted the dusty long sofa.
Chris frowned and did not sit down.
"I am Chrissie Winchere." She said, "This time I represent my father, Duke Elliot Winchere, and I am here specifically to negotiate a deal with you."
Pokerland and Wayne looked surprised at the same time.
"What deal?" Poquelin asked.
Chris looked back at the guy who was still standing at the door.
"Bob, go ahead and close the door."
Poquelin sent away the irrelevant personnel.
"Can you speak now? This lady."
"I'm sorry for not being tactful enough, but you are in a very dangerous situation." There was no fear on Chris' face.
Poquelin was not angry because of her alarmist words, but laughed at himself: "The so-called journey of life is a war to the death. How can there be a time when it is not dangerous?"
"The danger I'm talking about is the danger that you will most likely be killed in public tomorrow."
Pokeran's pupils shrank.
"Mr. Poquelin must understand that the people in the church now want to get rid of you first and then quickly. Even the king may not be able to protect your safety."
She put her hands in her pockets and said in a mocking tone: "Otherwise, you wouldn't be huddled in this ordinary or even shabby theater now, but you would have become a guest of the king."
Poklan looked at Chris quietly and said nothing.
"Miss Chris, what do you want from me?" After a while, he said softly. "All I have is a pen."
"What I want is your pen." Chris said seriously.
She took out a pamphlet from her shoulder bag and handed it to Poquelin.
Poklan took it, looked at it for a few times, and showed an astonished expression.
"This is not difficult for you at all, but it can provide you with a safe creative environment. The choice is all yours."
Pokerland rubbed his head in pain and said, "Can you give me some time? I need to think about it."
"Yes, but if other changes occur due to your delay, you will be solely responsible for it."
After saying that, Chrissy turned around and left very coolly.
Wayne looked at Poquelin, then at Chris's back, and hurriedly followed him with a confused look on his face.
After leaving the theater, the Duke's carriage was still waiting at the door.
"Chris, what is the pamphlet you just handed him?" Wayne asked curiously.
"Call me sister." Chris always reminded her tirelessly when it came to addressing the issue.
But she soon ignored this, and whispered excitedly: "That thing - it's a sponsorship, an endorsement, an advertisement!"
"Wayne, I'm going to get rich!" Chris grabbed Wayne and shook him from side to side, laughing out loud while sitting in the carriage.
The gem-embellished carriage drove slowly along the flat road paved with bluestones, leaving behind a series of strange sounds like "oh ho ho ho~".
