Chapter 1163 Theater

What happened far away in the Empire did not have much impact on Ulthuan.

Except for the routine communication of work between the heralds and the royal court, most elves thought that the Phoenix King was bored and went to the old world.

The Phoenix King has never been an elf who can be idle, this is the consensus of everyone.

But it is definitely not the consensus of Princess Terenlock.

Atila numbly leaned on the throne, listening to the minister's report and nodding constantly, with a kind of indifference under her beautiful face.

Because of the change of the law, many things that were previously handled by the court officials alone now need to be decided by the Phoenix King.

This is of course correct, and Imrik has shown a keen sense of the overall situation more than once.

And the overall situation needs to be composed of details. If the bottom of the building block is shaky, how can the empire prosper forever.

But this means that the person in charge must have a lot of energy, otherwise he will be like Atila, who only rests for eight hours a day and can only take time to deal with Terenlock's political affairs, and all his energy is drawn to the affairs of the royal court.

Five minutes later, the minister was still talking, and ten minutes later, the minister was still talking.

Until half an hour later, a very simple education system reform ended in the minister's slightly fancy and respectful tone.

"Okay, okay, I agree..." Atila straightened her body and couldn't wait to stamp the Phoenix King's seal on the document.

The minister left with satisfaction, leaving only Phyllis laughing beside her.

Atila rolled her eyes at the maid and looked for the file that had just been interrupted.

"I finally understand why Imrick runs out every few days. The Phoenix King's style of doing things is still very anxious."

The maid was full of smiles. Who said that the Phoenix King is always a salty fish? You are here to experience it. It is estimated that you can't stand it.

After the documents were signed quietly one by one, Atila made a suggestion: "It seems that there is a good drama performance tonight. Do you want to go and see it?"

The maid thought about it for a while, especially about the consideration of the regent's itinerary. After thinking that there was no problem, she nodded slowly.

"Well, but... just the two of us?"

"Do you want Agsel to point at the actors in the theater and say that they are all clowns, and there is no real bizarre plot in the play."

Thinking of the artistic talent of the dragon prince, the maid shuddered and thought it was better to forget it.

The artistic cultivation of most dragon princes is to understand that there is such a thing, and it is something that must be learned because of their noble status.

But when it comes to specific content, that is nonsense.

Waiting for dusk, Etila and Phyllis, who changed into elegant and decent black dresses, transformed from strict members of the royal court into ladies.

Phyllis's white hair color formed a sharp contrast with the black fabric. It would have been abrupt under the two color differences, but because of her elegant temperament, her tall figure standing there was like a flawless statue that could not be desecrated.

And Etila still used the light yellow fabric, and under her tenacious face, she hid a gentle heart.

The servants of the royal court had already prepared a carriage for the lady, and the low-key and simple black carriage looked ordinary.

The attendant who opened the door bowed and invited the two to go to the theater.

The carriage with the magic of stability made it particularly stable when walking on the street. Etila and Phyllis were already accustomed to this kind of life.

Taking advantage of the time to arrive at the theater, I took out "Brother's Blood" written by Bacchus and savored it again.

This tragedy is very interesting, this is Etila's judgment.

Two twin brothers fought a fierce war for the throne. The elder brother was elected by the people as the next king, leading the kingdom to the light with wisdom.

After his elder brother won the throne, the younger brother went to a foreign land with reluctance, gathered a group of warriors who were determined to win power and honor, and won his throne in the name of bravery.

But the final result was not satisfactory. The two sides fought for seven days and seven nights around the walls of the capital, and finally the two brothers pierced each other's hearts with spears.

This play, which contains strong political metaphors, attracted great attention once it was spread. It is said that the Phoenix King said that it was a bit like the metaphor of Aenarion and Caledor after hearing it, and the author should be arrested and tortured.

It is said that the play being screened at the Lothern Theater this time is the sequel to "Brother's Blood". Etila is looking forward to it and believes that Bacchus can bring a more realistic work.

After a while, Etila, who finished reading the tragedy in his hand again, silently opened the curtain of the carriage, stared at the night, and seemed to pray in his heart that such a tragedy would not happen in Oshuan.

The theater was built with an elegant semicircular structure, with a stepped seating area that can accommodate 500 people, which is used by respectable people in the city.

The oak stage with an area of ​​200 square meters is very bright under the magic light, allowing every audience member to clearly see the subtle changes in the actors' expressions.

Nobles with status and position naturally would not sit on the same level with a group of low-class people. Except for the poor people who could only take out a few gold mazes from their pockets, the nobles and ladies of Lothern who had face all chose to stay in the private box.

And Etila was naturally one of them. She had a bad habit and didn't like to be disturbed when appreciating beautiful things.

After politely rejecting the Lothern licking dogs who showed their goodwill, the two ladies walked into the box of 20 square meters, came to the fence and sat down with their skirts rolled up.

Phyllis took out the wine she brought with her, pulled the cork with two fingers, prepared to use the wine as a prelude, and waited quietly for the opening of the drama.

But everything beautiful will always be broken. This applies to the rules of the Judgment House and the theater.

A familiar voice came from behind, and Phyllis stopped pouring wine.

"Your Highness, Prince Tyrion wants to see you... because of the matter in Zhendan."

Atila, who was looking forward to the opening of the play, was helpless. This was the Phoenix King.

In addition to official duties, in order to maintain the stability of the rule, some emergencies must be prepared at any time.

For example, the matter of Zhendan, the princess had never heard from her husband, and thought it was just a formal trip.

It's just that the person traveling was a little special. It was the former war lord, also known as Tyrion, who was called a reckless man.

Atila sighed and reluctantly passed by the red cloth of the stage. She only hoped that Tyrion would speak more concisely, and not like a nonsense minister, using fancy court language to decorate a very simple matter.

"Please let Prince Tyrion in."

After a while, Tyrion looked at the two ladies in the box with unfriendly faces, and his expression was a little confused.

"I asked around at the Phoenix Court for a long time, and they all said it would be best to come back to see you tomorrow... But the situation is urgent, and I can't wait any longer."

"Just say it, Tyrion..." Unspeakably tired, this is what Atila is thinking. (End of this chapter)