Ringer gently pushed open the door of the "green room" and found that the furnishings inside were sparsely furnished. Apart from a few chairs for resting, there were clutter piled everywhere. At this time, two people were in the room.
Dispute - it is actually inappropriate to call it a dispute, because the correct situation is that one party talks endlessly, while the other party remains silent and is being scolded.
The one who was being scolded was the actor who had just performed on the stage. As for the person who was criticizing him, he had a relationship with Ringer.
Looking at the artistic man with two mustaches and a dark green beret in front of him, the young man couldn't help but have a hint of surprise in his eyes. He recognized him as the man he met yesterday when he asked for directions on Sherrill Street.
That somewhat neurotic playwright, he seems to be very fond of the name "Sleep of Goblins" and wants to include it in his new work. For this reason, he also asked Ringer for his opinion, but young people can't make the decision, so both
No consent, no rejection.
I didn't expect to meet him here again today. Should I call it a coincidence or some kind of unexpected necessity?
However, when I met him on Sherrel Street, although he was a little nervous, he was still a warm and good person; compared with the excited man in front of me, there was indeed a slight difference in image. Probably, this is the artist
It’s a common problem, as long as it involves creation, it will seem like a different person.
Due to the interference of the thread of fate, the two people in the room did not notice the unauthorized intrusion of Ringer and Saint Xalia. They were still communicating about acting skills. The actor would occasionally reply with a few words. From their conversation, Lin Ge
Ringer gained a lot of information. For example, this man's name is Mills, and his main job is a playwright - this is something Ringer already knows. As for his side job, he is... the owner of the Central Theater.
No wonder the actor could only listen carefully in front of him and could not say a few words to rebut. Of course, ordinary playwrights do not have such great power and qualifications to train actors to be obedient, but what if they are theater owners?
That’s another matter.
What's more, Mills is not unreasonable. The views he puts forward are reasonable and reasonable from the perspective of script creation, but the requirements for actors are a bit high.
After Ringer stood there and listened for a while, he gradually came up with an idea. He said to Saint Xalia: "Is there any way that Mr. Mills and I can have a private chat?"
The girl nodded slightly, then slightly curled her fingers, and plucked a golden thread of fate in the void. Then, the conversation between the two people in the room came to an abrupt end, as if a play was suddenly frozen in the middle of the performance, which seemed particularly abrupt. Then,
Mills seemed to remember something he had forgotten, and slowly frowned, and said to the actor: "That's it for today, you should prepare for the next scene, and...
Others say, I have some urgent matters that need to be taken care of, so unless the theater is going to close down tomorrow, don't bother me."
"Okay, Mr. Mills!"
The actor showed an expression of relief, and agreed as if he was afraid that he would change his mind. Then he couldn't wait to turn around and leave the lounge that belonged to him, automatically ignoring Ringer and Saint Xalia who were standing next to the door.
, I didn’t forget to close the door before leaving, but I didn’t think about when it was opened.
After the actor left, Mills turned around and pulled over a chair to sit down. He wanted to deal with the urgent matter he said, but suddenly he was stunned and remembered that he had no so-called "urgent matter" to deal with. The thought just now was even more complicated.
It seemed to suddenly appear in his mind, without any warning, but it made him believe it without any doubt.
An expression of surprise and uncertainty gradually appeared on his face. At this time, a strange voice sounded from the side: "I'm sorry to disturb you in this way, Mr. Mills, but I have something that I want to talk to you alone."
Chat."
"Who!?"
Mills subconsciously turned his head and realized that two strangers had entered the room uninvited. He stood up from his chair and showed a vigilant expression: "Who are you!? How did you get in?" You?
Lin Ge frowned slightly after noticing his title. Could it be that Mills was also a magician, so he could see Saint Sharia? Then today's luck was too weird. I don't know whether it was good or bad, but he actually bumped into two of them at once.
Magician.
But Saint Xalia knew what he was thinking, so she shook her head and said, "I let him see it."
After a brief pause, she added: "We are guests and he is the host. It would be extremely rude if the guest comes uninvited and ignores the host's wishes."
This reason, how should I put it... surprisingly fits the character of Saint Xalia.
So Ringer accepted her explanation and looked back at Mills, who looked surprised but thoughtful: "As you can see, Mr. Mills, we have no ill intentions, we just want to learn more from you.
Information about "March Xun Diary"..."
"It turns out to be you!"
He was interrupted by Mills before he finished speaking. The writer finally recalled what happened yesterday: "You are the traveler who came to me yesterday to ask for directions. I remember that you were looking for...a house.
The Fairy Sleep Hotel at No. 13 Riel Street, right? Yes, it should be this hotel. I am deeply impressed by the name and I can’t remember it wrong, because it does have a unique charm?"
While he was speaking, his mustache moved with the opening and closing of his lips, and with his thoughtful gray eyes, he looked quite like the "paranoid and funny broken painter" in the old dramas. And he
The impression of Ringer does not come from appearance or other things, but from a name that is easily ignored, which just proves that the artist's focus is always different from ordinary people's.
Although he was interrupted, Ringer, who was an uninvited guest and knew that he was in the wrong, did not pay attention and politely replied: "Yes, Mr. Mills, I just came to Rosting yesterday, you can
Call me Linge, this is my companion, Saint Shalia."
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The green-haired girl nodded to Mills as a greeting, and the lamb she was holding bleated dissatisfiedly, so Ringer paused for a while and then added: "And her sheep."
"Okay, Mr. Ringer, Miss Saint Xalia, and Miss Saint Xalia's sheep..." Mills' eyes slowly swept over the two people and the sheep, with a somewhat complicated expression on his face: "
This is indeed a magical combination, just like coming out of a fairy tale picture book, it is unbelievable. To be honest, I have an urge to write a story based on you, but I think this is not the time to do it.
It’s time to plant things, right?”
He asked Ringer, who naturally nodded silently, so he pointed to the chairs next to him: "Then let's sit down and talk."
……
At the same time, the goblin was sleeping deep in the hotel.
Xemila fell in love with Meridian, and the two little girls took advantage of the moment when Xelia was in front of the counter and was too busy adjusting the water to pay attention to them. They quietly sneaked into the kitchen and made gestures to the rabbit gentlemen who were washing dishes.
With a silent gesture, he pushed open the back door of the kitchen, and the minecart track leading to the underground garden appeared in front of him.
Xie Mi took out two helmets from the tools piled nearby, handed one to Metien, and put the other on himself, fastened the buttons, and checked whether the crystal inside the searchlight was functioning normally, making full preparations before departure.<
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Metien followed suit, and his hands and feet were not slow at all, but he still felt a little worried in his heart: "Xiemi, is there really no problem if we do this?"
"No problem, Metien!"
Xie Mi showed a confident smile to his little friend: "I'm just going to play in the herbal garden. Even if the eldest sister finds out, she won't blame us!"
"But," Metien clearly didn't believe her words, his eyes were suspicious, "If it doesn't matter, why do we go so secretly?"
"Well." Xie Mi thought for a while, then moved closer and told Metien in a mysterious tone: "Because there is a very special guest living in the herbal garden. She doesn't like to be disturbed by others, so the eldest sister
Normally, other people are not allowed to approach the herbal garden."
"Then if we go over now, won't we disturb that guest?"
"It doesn't matter. She is usually asleep. As long as you move gently and don't make too much noise, you won't wake her up."
"Oh, I will definitely pay attention to that! By the way, Xie Mi, what's the name of that guest?"
"Name? I don't know. The eldest sister didn't say it, and she seemed unwilling to reveal it. She just asked everyone to call her - Mrs. Tree."