The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 760

Chapter 760: Chapter 615, count me in. Chapter 760: Chapter 615, count me in. Mr. Saban's response was quite reasonable.

At least he needed to obtain permission from the Island Lord's Mansion before looking for the stage play personnel, not too late for that.

Wu Heng then asked, “What kind of format are you planning for the performance?”

Mr. Saban replied, “I'm thinking about an open kind of performance.”

In this world, the concept of story copyrights wasn't so well-established.

Even the performances in theatres could hardly bring any profits to the original authors.

It was only on Gold and Silver Island, under one's own watch, otherwise organizing a stage play wouldn't involve anyone coming to greet you.

And an open performance, that's similar to the ones in taverns.

Anyone can watch, and there's no charge.

So Wu Heng didn't need to hassle with the other party over copyright fees.

He said directly, “Since you want to try adapting it into a stage play, I permit you to perform.”

Hearing these words, joy immediately surfaced on Mr. Saban's face.

Things were going more smoothly than he had anticipated.

The Island Master didn't put on the airs that nobles often did.

“Thank you, Lord Island Master.”

“Let me finish speaking!” Wu Heng spoke again.

Mr. Saban's expression froze, and he became serious again.

Wu Heng said, “I permit you to adapt the story, but the story must not deviate from the theme, nor bring any negative impact to Gold and Silver Island or the Island Lord's Mansion.”

The story had raised his positive reputation considerably.

He likewise hoped it would continue, without any issues arising because of the stage play.

“Lord Island Master, we will respect the story and the author, and we will not bring any negative impact to you or the work,” Mr. Saban assured solemnly.

“Go back and prepare then, I'm looking forward to your subsequent performance,” Wu Heng said with a smile.

Mr. Saban suppressed the joy in his heart, “We definitely won't disappoint you, Lord Island Master.”

“Hmm!” Wu Heng nodded.

Mr. Saban bowed again and then left the room directly.

Wu Heng continued to sit at the desk without leaving immediately.

He had talked about the play on his way here with a few maids as well.

In this world, there wasn't

“Go back and prepare well, I'm also very eager to see what kind of story you can perform,” he said.

Seban forcefully suppressed the elation in his heart, “We will definitely not let you down, sir.”

“Hmm!”

Seban bowed again and then left the room directly.

After he left, Wu Heng also left the meeting room.

Walking along the corridor and heading outside.

Passing by the Steward's Office, Wu Heng thought for a moment and knocked on the door anyway.

After hearing a response, he directly entered.

Inside the office.

Xi Ligui and Shi Yali were both there.

“Why have you come to the association today?” Xi Ligui asked with a smile.

Wu Heng sat down beside them and casually mentioned, “I came to use the meeting room.”

“What do you need the meeting room for?”

“The bards on the island plan to adapt the first volume of the Great Detective stories into a stage play. I was discussing this with them,” Wu Heng explained.

Shi Yali brought over some tea and snacks, bending down to place them on the coffee table, her big eyes curious as she inquired, “The first volume? Are there follow-up stories?”

Wu Heng sipped his tea, “Of course there are. The next newspaper issue will continue the serialization.”

The entire set of Great Detective stories was about 500,000 characters. With this kind of serialization in the newspaper,

it would last for a year and a half or so.

In short, the serialized stories in the newspaper weren't something to worry about for a while.

“Are the follow-up stories also about solving cases?” Shi Yali's eyes sparkled as she leaned in.

“A new case.”

“What's it about?” Shi Yali pressed on.

“…A royal scandal.”

Shi Yali's eyes shone even brighter, and she leaned in further, wrapping her arm around his, “Which royalty? Is it a noble love affair? Has someone died?”

“If I tell you, it won't be interesting,” Wu Heng said.

Xi Ligui, sitting behind the desk, furrowed her brows as she scanned the spot where her sister was clutching the other's arm.

“That's enough, Shi Yali, don't overdo it,” she said directly.

Shi Yali immediately realized and explained, “I was just asking casually.”

After speaking, she also got up and returned to her own desk to work.

Xi Ligui looked again at Wu Heng, “Didn't you need the conference room?”

“I finished using it, then came here,” Wu Heng replied.

“Ah, that explains it; you're not in a rush at all,” Xi Ligui realized.

Wu Heng proceeded to ask, “What profession do you say is more appropriate to captain a ship, to control a vessel?”

Xi Ligui pondered for a moment, “There's not much of a difference! Sailing and controlling a ship depend more on navigational experience and understanding of the vessel rather than a specific profession, warriors, rangers, either is fine.”

Wu Heng felt he hadn't quite gotten to the crux of his question and asked again, “What about controlling machinery? Like those mechanical trains.”

“Actually, it's the same, no significant difference, but if I had to say, Mechanists should understand these devices better, making it easier for them to control,” Xi Ligui answered once more.

Wu Heng nodded; it was quite similar to what he had in mind.

The mechanical devices were designed for use by others.

Any profession could control them.

“You make a good point.”

Seeing him, Xi Ligui asked, “What's all this for? Do you have some plan?”

“I'm planning on researching a new kind of mechanical device.”

“You're into this stuff too?” Xi Ligui raised an eyebrow and then said, “Don't you think you're spreading yourself too thin? Not to discourage you, but wouldn't it be better if you focused on spells, instead of wasting time on things unrelated to your profession?”

For others, having too broad an array of hobbies and not focusing on their own profession was indeed considered unprofessional.

But Wu Heng's situation was different.

“How about we make a bet!” Wu Heng suggested with a smile.

“What bet?” Xi Ligui glanced at Shi Yali out of the corner of her eye and emphasized, “Just to be clear, I'm not betting money or anything like that.”

“Bet on whether I can produce a sufficiently astonishing mechanical device,” Wu Heng said, looking directly at her.

“You're really stubborn, you know that? You, a Mage, studying mechanical devices,” Xi Ligui said, exasperated.

“So, are you betting or not?”

“Bet on what?” Xi Ligui asked indifferently.

Wu Heng thought for a moment, “The winner gets to ask the other for a favor.”

“Fine, but I have to be impressed,” Xi Ligui stressed.

After all, she was the one who would decide whether or not to be amazed, so she figured there was no way she'd lose.

Shi Yali immediately raised her hand, “Count me in.”

“Alright, the three of us it is,” Wu Heng agreed with a smile.

This was an unexpected addition.

Golden Sail Tavern, in the top-floor private room.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Lord Island Master only hopes the play adheres to the original story and has no other demands. Those willing to join, please give me a straightforward answer,” Saban said, standing straight as he smiled at the few people gathered around.

Several people were also gathered in the room.

All of them were bards of level 5 and above on the island, some of whom often recited stories from the newspaper at various taverns.

If before the distribution of newspapers bards on Gold and Silver Island did not hold a very high status,

with the increasing popularity of newspapers, this profession also began to receive some attention.

“Mr. Saban, I have some questions I'd like to ask first,” a middle-aged man in a purple robe said, standing and bowing first.

Saban quickly returned the bow.

This man was also known to him, a level 12 bard from the island named 'Vandal,' who had considerable prestige on Lighthouse Street.

Vandal spoke in a soft voice, “What form will this stage play take, and have we made any commitments to the Island Lord's Mansion?”

Everyone turned their attention to this question.

Reading newspapers at taverns, the taverns also provided some compensation.

Saban replied, “The Island Master has not made any conditions. My personal view is that if we present a good production, the taverns, too, will invite us to perform. Neither level advancement nor earning money should be hindered.”

Vandal nodded and further inquired, “Will the stage play interfere with everyone's time narrating the newspapers? I suspect many would need to be there all day for rehearsals.”

This issue raised immediate interest.

Those with regular tavern gigs perked up their ears.

Saban took a sip of tea and said, “It won't, we can coordinate our schedules. Moreover, selecting suitable roles for everyone would also take some time. To participate in this play, taking some time to read the script and rehearse is something we must do.”

Vandal nodded again, “Of course.”

Without waiting for another question from him, Saban continued, “The sale of the newspaper has given us an opportunity. This is the second chance the Lord Island Master is giving our profession. Whether we can completely change the status of bards depends on this.”

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