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Chapter 69

: Nothing happens today, listen to music in the theater

Any artistic act must first determine the audience.

Whether the opera is good or not is not a mortal like Mark, but the gods who score it.

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

The theme of choosing a song is very important. If you don’t choose it well, the road will be narrower.

Then the first one to be excluded is love opera.

Compared to "Romeo and Juliet", perhaps the gods prefer to watch Romeo be beaten into tomato sauce.

In the final analysis, a considerable number of the gods are not humans. Even if there are many human beings left in the group who are deified as mortals, there is still a big question mark.

Whether it is the seven major sins or the light church that teaches people to be good, it is mostly about grasping one or some similar traits in human nature to make a big deal.

If Mark really wants to play romance dramas, probably in addition to the love goddess who praises love, all other gods are "hehehe".

This is equivalent to giving up all operas such as "Carmen", "Turandot", and adapted "Battle of Liang".

Most of the operas on earth are Western things. If some classic operas in the Celestial Empire are cut off, then few people can show off.

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

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

Now he is pulling two guys who are almost blind to perform, and doing this, isn’t that asking for death?

He can only handle the music, arrange and other things, and let the two guys perform in accordance with their identities as the Storm Cultists and the Night Cultists.

After all, the Blood Moon candidate is a group of guest appearances. It is unreasonable to insist that every candidate can sing and dance well. Therefore, the preset songs for candidates are all operas that fight and kill without exception.

There must be something similar to musicians in the theater to be responsible for gaga, and candidates to be responsible for gaga.

This brings another problem - if every opera is really performed according to the script, then so many candidates will not be beaten and become evil spirits.

Take the [Blood Fighting the Plain] that Mark just used in the preparation room as a background. It was the opera "When Light Comes to Hell" that praises the light and night churches gathered the military forces of several orthodox churches to break into the bottomless abyss and killed the demons into chaos.

Even though he had never touched the script, Mark knew that it was a thing that had lost the devil's face.

So, who can guarantee that the demon will not stumbling and give some unexpected surprises to the candidate who plays the bright side?

Without saying anything, a projection of a genuine demon general is enough to have a low-strength candidate to drink a pot of it.

Mark even calculated that all parties have a limit that is locked by the rules.

It’s not that the goddess of light and night doesn’t want to help, it doesn’t help too much.

To sum up, Mark decided to play an opera by himself, and it didn't have to be long and smelly. The song level could make most gods not send their bad guys to get him off.

Finally, Mark read out several candidate tracks in his mind.

If you don’t decide when you encounter something, you will serve the dice.

As a result, Mark had some facial muscle cramps.

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

Originally, this was just Mark stuffed it in randomly to make up the numbers.

The dice is determined to be 16 points, and the others are not enough to be 10 points.

Mark had no choice at all.

He pressed his hand on the table in the preparation room, and his thoughts suddenly changed.

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

She is so familiar with this picture.

Night in the back alley of the slums of St. Leiden City.

On the far street entrance, seven-color neon lights shine on it. But no matter how dazzling the lights are, it still cannot make such dark streets bright.

On one side is a psychedelic modern city, and on the other side are old streets and alleys that still use kerosene lamps.

At night, unless necessary, no poor people will light up the kerosene lamp for a long time.

This has caused the old streets to be dark for most of the time.

The bustling world that seems to be close to you in the distance is inseparable from children who grew up in slums.

When a poor child in rags and dirty clothes runs on the street, he will be driven away and beaten by the military and police in the city without any hesitation. Because these children are often equated with thieves.

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

She will never forget the water curtains at home on rainy days.

She will never forget the disgusting smell floating out of the open canals in the old streets and alleys.

There are so many things she will never forget.

Her whole childhood was so unbearable, until her talent was discovered by the Nadal family, she suddenly remembered that they had such a relative.

She and her mother lived a good life.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes as fire as she stared at Mark: "How much do you know about me!"

Mark did not answer positively: "I have not experienced the deepest darkness, and I am not a true believer in the night."

"you……"

"That's why I said, you only have the true performance." Mark turned: "Conn, so are you."

Conrad nodded silently.

"What about the lines?"

"No need!" Mark was not polite: "Miss Carlos, my part of the song is my responsibility, and your body language is the best opera. However, if there is any scene that can arouse your inner anger and struggle, you might as well say it, which can make the opera's evaluation a higher level."

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

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

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

Vivian put his hand on the stage, and the scene suddenly changed according to her memory: "Is this enough?"

"Enough."

"Then what?"

"Fight all enemies."

"good."

Mark turned to Conrad and said, "You go to a bar, and you probably won't forget your old acquaintances, right? Maybe, it will be a little better than you know."

The giant man was stunned for a moment, suddenly grinned, showing a bloodthirsty and hatred smile.

This smile made Vivian's heart beat like a beat. She saw this giant man with a pseudonym Conn, for the first time she saw the other party showing such a smile. The next second, when she recalled Kang's Pirate Deck, she immediately understood.

The son of the sea is always so direct in his way to his enemies - to crush his bones and ashes! Torn apart by pieces!

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

There can't be no songs for opera?

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

At first glance, there are hundreds of types and thousands of instruments. From the pianos they are familiar with, large, medium, violins, and various ethnic instruments, as long as there are in this world, everything is available here.

Out of their imagination, under the custody of a mysterious force, all of these instruments were suspended in mid-air. Mark went over and checked it, and it was in very good condition.

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

If you choose a model opera, of course there will be no so much trouble.

Mark is a custom opera, so he has to input the types and numbers of instruments needed, as well as the music score with his mind.

Soon, the actors, scenes and orchestra were all settled.

The rest is the most core song.

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

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

"Stuttering is one thing, singing is one thing. I've heard someone speak with big tongues, but singing can be so beautiful... This is not a mandatory requirement... If you can integrate the Bonnie card, you might be able to sing it."

Without hesitation, Minni 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 world where everything is silent. There are always all kinds of noises and strange screams, which makes the great spiritual world always feel full of chaos.

The powerful beings walking in the spiritual world have long been used to it.

Habits do not mean that you are willing to accept them from the bottom of your heart.

When a piece of music they were not familiar with suddenly came out of a place marked by the clones of the gods, more than one existence was stunned.

If the first glass burst sound coming through the special spiritual circuit is not enough to surprise them, then the unique melody played with treble pianos and flutes immediately attracted the attention of several existences.

In a small kingdom of gods, a goddess with wavy red hair, her divine body was hidden in a brilliant golden note. She suddenly stopped the work in her hand and raised her ears to listen.

"It's not that old model opera, this is... a brand new song! A short and powerful, deliberately suppressed style. Are you planning to suppress it first and then rise? What a clever arrangement."

Although the music goddess did not want to admit that just a small melody like the prelude left an unforgettable mark on her heart.

If a mortal knows that someone's opera is shocked directly to the God of Music at the beginning of the show, it is hard to say how the world will evaluate him.

The goddess's clone waved her hand and asked the angels who were reporting to her to stop.

"Nothing happens today, listen to music in the theater!"

(End of this chapter)
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