Under the influence of magic, the environment on the stage has turned into a dark cave behind the waterfall. Theo Sith, dressed in a tattered noble hunting suit, crawled out of the water wet, using his sword as a crutch to support his body, limping.
Turn around and walk into the cave.
Played by Sherman, the protagonist's vigilant and panicked demeanor and somewhat stumbling steps are as if the real Theo Sith is attached to his body at this moment.
"How do you feel about this scene, Lord Zast? If we look at the real situation, the hunting attire on the protagonist should have been more concise and neat at this time. But now, there are still many complicated decorations added to his clothes."
Looking at the protagonist on the stage, the speaker raised his eyebrows and turned his eyes to Anvis, with an expression on his face that seemed to be about to smile.
"Every time this happens, I always have some doubts. For the so-called 'artistic effect', I can even give up 'authenticity'. Mr. Zast, do you think this choice is right?"
"Whether the choice is right or not depends on which side you stand on."
Also looking away from the stage, Anvis shook his head and did not answer directly.
"The purpose of a performer is to please the audience as much as possible. So, if you stand from the performer's perspective, it can make the audience feel better, and the value is undoubtedly greater than 'authenticity'.
If from the theater owner's perspective, his ultimate goal is the revenue from the box office, then the greater popularity brought by better viewing pleasure is also higher than authenticity."
"Most of the visitors who come here are here to kill time. So more beautiful costumes are undoubtedly a plus point.
Perhaps, only for those viewers who pursue more authenticity, this is an incongruous deduction."
As he spoke, Anvis took a sip of the refreshing magic spring with a hint of a hint in his tone.
"But these people are always in the minority, aren't they?"
"That is to say, as long as the result is beneficial to most people, then this thing should be done, right?"
The speaker in black robe nodded, his tone thoughtful.
"I need to point out that one word in your words is inaccurate. It is not that it should be done, but it is worth doing."
Anvis corrected the other party's words.
"Many times, we often need to make a choice between the majority and the minority. Then, giving up the benefits brought by a small number of people is often more worthwhile than giving up the benefits brought by the majority."
"Indeed, the majority is often more important than the minority."
The Speaker smiled and nodded.
"But is this trade-off fair to that small number of people?"
"It may not be fair to a few people. But the purpose of establishing theaters is to serve the majority of people, because that is the bulk of their income.
If the starting point of selection is mainly based on a small number of people, it will be unfair to the theater and the majority of people."
Anvis shrugged and spread his hands slightly.
"So, Mr. Farr, in my opinion, fairness is relative. There is only fairness for the majority and fairness for the minority."
"Fairness for the majority versus fairness for the minority, quite an interesting insight."
Listening to Anvis's remarks, the Speaker nodded with great interest, looked at Anvis with his dark eyes, and suddenly changed the topic.
"However, Lord Zast, I think the person meeting me here now is not your true form, right?"
"Do you see it? It is indeed rude of me to meet with you as a clone. But my real body is currently far away in another country, and I am traveling in a clone for personal safety reasons."
After being stunned for a moment, Anvis nodded and admitted the matter generously, with a just right look of helplessness on his face.
"After all, my strength is still very weak. And there are too many dangers in this world. If I don't have to go out separately, I may suddenly bump into something far beyond my strength while walking.
Only by maintaining a sense of awe at all times can we survive longer in this world."
"...Don't belittle yourself too much, Mr. Zast. When it comes to clone magic, you are still the most accomplished person below the ninth-level limit that I have ever seen. I'm afraid even those ordinary ninth-level people can't see through the reality."
There was a hint of weirdness in his expression, and the Speaker raised his eyebrows, becoming even more interested in Anvis.
This is not the first time he has invited guests to meet here, but in the past, among those who were eligible for his invitations, there were only a few as interesting as Avis.
During the conversation between the two, the opera on the stage also reached the climax of the second act.
In a passionate symphony with a rhythm like a gust of wind and rain, the protagonist on the stage followed the beat of the music, jumped up quickly from the coils and strangles of the black water black snake, narrowly avoided the bite of the giant snake's deadly fangs, and swung it with his backhand.
Create a beautiful moonlight slash.
At the moment when the background music reaches its climax, the huge snake head crashes to the ground, splashing dust and blood.
Then, the music changed to the soothing tone after the climax, and the protagonist stepped over the huge snake corpse blocking the road, and saw the broken secret door in the deepest part of the cave.
From the broken corner of the door, countless brilliant treasures shine through, dazzling the eyes of the protagonist and the audience.
At the same time, the stage curtain slowly fell, covering countless greedy and regretful eyes.
"What is that, Lord Farr?"
During the intermission, Anvis looked at the speaker who was playing with a dark golden key in his hand, and spoke casually.
"An interesting little toy, as long as you have it, you can change the world."
After looking at Anvis with a 'curious' look in his eyes, the Speaker turned the key handle in his hand and threw it to Anvis.
"Want to try it? It doesn't really matter to me who activates it."
"You are joking, Mr. Farr."
Startled by the other party's action, Anvis took the key and looked it over, then gently placed it on the coffee table.
"Why don't you try activating it, Lord Zast, what if what I say is true?"
Looking at Anvis's movements, the speaker's gaze slowly moved up, staring into Anvis's eyes, and his tone was meaningful.
"Just like the secret treasure in the cave is to the protagonist Theo Sith, an opportunity to change the world must be equally meaningful to a high-level prophet, right?"
"I'm different from others, Lord Farr. I don't want to be tainted in the slightest when it comes to such a big trouble as changing the world."
The smile on his face remained unchanged, Anvis pressed the key with his white-gloved index finger and pushed it towards the Speaker.