Chapter 40 Confrontation in the Palace

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How should I put it? Calling this story tailor-made for Xiaobai will inevitably feel like "is it a spoiler?"

In a sense, isn't this exactly what Xiaobai said?

But Chris didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Xiao Bai. Even though she already knew the plot of the story, she still watched it with gusto.

Especially when she notices that other audiences in the theater are attracted by the story and make various noises in surprise, her smile always becomes more genuine.

'So, this story is really a bad template that can be made up just by making it up! '

Thinking this way, Wayne became more suspicious of Xiaobai's origins.

However, other people will naturally not have all kinds of thoughts like him, but will be very immersed in this story.

The head of the manual department sat on the other side of Wayne, wiping tears. "Oooh...Bobby! Stand up!"

She was not the only one who shouted this. When they saw that after the transformation, Poppy was still defeated by the evil villain, many viewers couldn't help but shouted "Bobby, stand up!".

Perhaps accepting the power conveyed from the audience, the actor wearing a custom-made leather suit on the stage began to read a monologue: "I...I can't die yet! There are so many people in this world who have been supporting me!" I want to, I want to stand up! Defeat the evil monster!"

Poppy struggled to support the floor with her paws and stood up...then slowly made fists with both hands upward, making a strong and toned posture.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh--"

Amidst the roaring cheers, Bobby stood up!

Wayne: The old man on the subway looks at his cell phone.jpg

Why are the audience so cooperative? Chris, did you pay for it? Or is it that such a story is unexpectedly well-accepted in other worlds? !

After a long time, the show finally ended, and "Superhero Bobby" became famous in the capital!



"His Majesty!"

The Patriarch of the Kingdom of Saint Enlos, Willard, is currently the most powerful church figure in the Kingdom of Saint Enlos. The only person whose status is still above him is the pope who is always stationed in the Holy See and is "infallible in ethics and faith."

However, now this big man, who would make the whole kingdom tremble when he stamped his foot, was in a very angry state.

"Your Majesty! I demand that the blasphemer Poquelan be executed immediately!"

Willard originally wondered whether he should spare the daring playwright temporarily to ease the conflict between the church, the king, and other dignitaries.

Unexpectedly, he ran towards death with all his heart.

Before, he was just slandering missionaries, but now! How dare he stand up and question God!

Only God can save the world! Not some superhero dog!

King George II sat on the throne, holding his forehead with a headache.

"Sir Willard! That's just a story. He is a playwright and has the freedom to create." The king still wanted to speak for Poqueland.

George is also a king who has been obsessed with drama since he was young, and even participated in rehearsals himself. He understands and appreciates Poquelin's talent.

"What a story! That's just a pretense!" Willard said angrily: "Don't I know what he wants to satirize!"

The hall fell into silence for a moment.

The princes and ministers present looked at each other and then looked away. Some were looking at the murals on the ceiling, and some were staring at the patterns on the floor. Everyone looked thoughtful and said nothing.

"The blasphemer Pokerland must be burned to death in public! All his evil scripts must be burned! Anyway, the fire of hell is inevitable, burn it now!" Willard said, standing up and leaving with a wave of his sleeves.

The door of the palace was suddenly pushed open gently, and the attendants lowered their heads and took a few steps, bringing the person behind them into everyone's sight.

"Who is slandering my precious daughter's tutor?"

Duke Elliot, whose dazzling short golden hair was meticulously taken care of and whose eyes were sharp and majestic, stepped into the palace.

He wore an extremely gorgeous sword on his waist. It was a gift from the king to the Duke of Winche, and he was allowed to wear it even in the inner court.

As he approached, a cold breath swept through him, and suddenly it seemed that even the room temperature had dropped a lot.

"Hahaha, what's going on, Sir Elliot! Has anyone offended you?" the king asked knowingly.

Elio bowed to the king.

Then he turned his head to look at Willard and said slowly: "My little girl is fooling around. She has a good relationship with a playwright who has just joined the royal capital. She has recently participated in the script he wrote."

"That is to say, the 'Poclain's new work' that is being hotly discussed in the capital at the moment also has my daughter's hard work." Elliot asked coldly: "I wonder what Bishop Willard has about the work in which my daughter participated. Good advice?"

Under such gaze, Willard seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago.

At that time, I was still a cardinal who had just been promoted from archbishop. I was sent to the Kingdom of St. Lornes by the Holy See with a lot of pride and complacency.

He comes from a poor, low-level noble family. If nothing happens, the family will lose its noble title in his own generation.

But later, it was the church that changed everything.

The church funded his study of magic, and the church gave him the opportunity to enter the Holy See for further study. The church completely changed his life.

He was extremely grateful for this and could only work hard to convey God's will to the world.

Only in this way can we repay the church’s cultivation and repay God’s gift.

In fact, Willard has indeed lived up to expectations. With his age and achievements, he is still an absolute handsome young man even if he stays in the Holy See.

But this pride was shattered by Elliot Wincher on the first day he came to St. Lornes.

He felt that his former self-satisfaction was as ridiculous as a clown.

In front of such people, he finally realized:

God...is partial to certain people.

"Even the Duke of Winche cannot question God!" he gasped.

It was as if just saying this sentence required all the energy in the body.

"I didn't question God," Eliot said flatly. “It’s just that the Lambs of God also need to enrich their spiritual world.”

When the Duke finished speaking, those ministers who had been pretending to be transparent just now seemed to suddenly come to their senses and all echoed his words.

"Yes, your lord the Duke is right."

"The reason why such works are created is to abandon evil. Otherwise, why would heroes appear?"

"People really like this drama! Only that...well, a certain person doesn't like it."

"It turns out that Miss Chris was actually involved in this story. I couldn't believe it when I first heard about it... She is indeed a descendant of the hero family..."

Listening to the "whispering" of these ministers who seemed to be sighing but were actually applying eye drops to themselves, Willard's nose became angry.