Chapter 27 Everything is Ready [VIP]
When Leo was sighing at his good luck, the quill stopped talking in the house far away.
It read the manuscript again, and no one knew what it was thinking.
Luke didn't pay too much attention to the strange silence of the quill and continued to think.
Before dinner, he had already sorted out the outline, and after supper, he took some time to practice.
Lujia now wished he could break one minute into pieces, and the water element gathered in the air into the shape of a cow or horse.
I am becoming more and more proficient in using elements, and I am gaining faith in bits and pieces every day.
The two eyes of the little man in the body are now lit up.
"But my progress in cultivation is slower than I expected." Lujia frowned, "What's the reason?"
Could it be that he committed too many sins during the writing process?
Although a lot of faith is absorbed each time, the magic power increases slowly.
Quill: "Not slow."
"Um?"
The feather pen only said: "If you continue to practice at this rate, you will soon become a sensation."
The starting price for practicing faith is high, and after that you just need to continue to expand the audience.
I didn’t sleep well last night, and the late sleepiness quickly invaded my consciousness.
After forcing himself to learn a few spells, Luke ran angrily for nearly two kilometers, and fell headfirst onto the bed exhausted.
I rode a dragon almost all the way from the Holy City to Dragon Island. I floated in the air for a long time, and I was still a little uncomfortable when I finally could sleep on the ground.
The floating feeling never disappeared, and Luke did not sleep soundly.
Late at night, half asleep and half awake, he suddenly had a premonition that a pair of eyes were staring at him.
Luke opened his eyes dazedly.
After a new round of practice, seeing in the dark is generally no longer a problem.
I saw a figure appear next to the desk.
A dark shadow sat there, with an antique bronze mirror in front of him, and the mirror reflected the bed behind him.
As if realizing that Luke had woken up, the figure twisted his slender neck and slowly turned his head.
Luke was completely sleepless!
The body reacted before the mind, quickly mobilizing the water vapor in the air to condense it into a sharp blade and shot it forward.
The sharp blade broke through the air and came in front of the figure, then withered into water mist again.
The figure in front of the mirror slowly walked over.
Luke sat up with a dolphin-like flick of his tail, and this time his thoughts and actions moved equally fast.
If there was anything dirty hidden in the bunker, Leo would have discovered it long ago. Finally, he seemed to think of something, reached out and touched something beside him, and sure enough, the quill pen was gone.
A guess arose in his heart, and Luke relaxed a little.
He squinted his eyes, focused his light, and looked at the person again.
The person who walked over looked to be only in his teens, with neat short silver hair and extremely superior facial features.
The weird thing is that his skin is very thin, like pale paper, and underneath it are not flowing blood vessels, but metal gears.
The regular biting and rotation injects infinite power into the body, which is a kind of violent beauty unique to machinery.
Lujia raised his eyes, looked at this unusually delicate and familiar face, and asked tentatively:
"Alex?"
He swallowed back the word "Your Excellency" that he had not yet uttered.
Although his facial features were almost exactly the same as Alex's, he looked a bit more childish. His brows were not as deep as Alex's, and his expression was more like a quill.
After confirming that it was not Alex who had awakened, or that the abnormal heart was the main cause, Luke calmed his heartbeat and asked in surprise: "Why are you transforming in the middle of the night?"
"It's just a temporary skeleton."
Feather Pen recommended himself: "Didn't you say you were short of actors? I'll play the fake young master."
Lujia was stunned for a moment, then looked at his skin slowly solidifying, and the gears underneath were instantly covered by the shell like an engine: "Are you serious?"
"Why not play a role that bosses you around?"
Luke reached out and poked the fresh face. It was a little soft, and the touch of the skin was the same as that of humans. As for the hair color, most of the human nobles had silver-white hair.
Before the quill could strike back, he sat on the bed and threatened: "Tell the truth quickly, or I'll sue your parents."
The feather pen's eyelids twitched. What a promising prospect.
He didn't deliberately hide it from Luke, and said casually: "You have written another story that angers God and resents people."
Luke pursed his lips and said, what are you talking about? This is called art.
"The role of the fake young master is very annoying," Feather Pen said coldly, "When your so-called movie is released, there will definitely be a lot of negative emotions towards this character."
Luke caught something and reacted quickly: "Negative emotions can provide you with energy?"
Otherwise, why would Quill want to act for no reason?
"Faith can be cultivated, and so can other emotions," said the quill, "but they cannot be cultivated at the same time, otherwise they will counteract each other and explode."
really!
Luke sneered, his initial premonition was correct.
Alex must have studied this technique carefully, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to come up with such a fitting one.
What kind of belief method is this? Its essence is a curse-style method. Anyone who has seen it will be "cursed". The difference is that you don't have to crawl from the TV like Sadako, you just need to sit back and enjoy the results.
Quill said calmly: "You could call it a mobile human enchantment."
Playing this role might have a better effect than swallowing essence and blood.
It unconditionally believes that Luke can make the audience feel as uncomfortable as possible.
Luke was trusted for the first time: "..."
That's not necessary.
Luke originally wanted to continue asking whether his identity would be exposed, etc., but then he thought that Quill was not stupid, so he was sure that his true identity would not be discovered.
There is no record of Alex's appearance in the books, and his contemporaries have probably long since turned to the dust of history.
After reaching an agreement, Quill habitually went to bed and lifted the quilt.
"Ahem," Luke coughed twice, "Change back to your original appearance first."
"No, this skeleton will fall apart." It didn't have the energy to make another one.
Luke said, "Take more calcium."
As you get older, osteoporosis is understandable.
If he continued wasting time, he would not be able to sleep again this night. Anyway, the bed was big enough, so he yawned and crawled into the quilt.
This was not the first time that the feather pen had transformed into a living being. The initial shock soon dissipated, and Luka closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Not long after he fell asleep, the quill opened its gray and deep eyes. In fact, it could have gone to another room and even skipped the sleep process.
But without Luke's presence by my side, I always feel like something is missing.
After much thought, I can only blame it on the blood contract.
The quill moved closer.
"Oh."
It turns out that equal contracts have this drawback.
Early the next morning, Luke drafted a contract alone, stating that the film's profits would be split 60% and 40% respectively, and set out to find Leo.
The Quill did not come along, and Luke will have to find someone from outside to play the other character, and then it will be mixed in as well.
They walked all the way until noon, and Luke finally saw Leo again.
The door was open and Leo was not in his room. Luke went out curiously and saw magic crystals piled up by tons outside as if they were free.
"The special photo stone has also been prepared."
During the morning, Leo helped him carve the inscription to improve the capacity and quality of the photo stone.
"What else do you need?" There is a group of businessmen near Dragon Island who can get anything if the price is right.
Luke was stunned when he heard this. This is the charm of being extremely wealthy!
"All we need is actors."
The Wanchao Conference will continue for a few more days, and Alice and the others will have to wait until it is over before they can return.
At present, there are still a few important actors missing. Lujia is considering promoting the recruitment and holding an audition on Dragon Island. Maybe some dragons will be interested.
After he explained his idea, Leo didn't want to pour cold water on him, but he could only remind him: "The youngest dragon on Dragon Island is more than 300 years old. In their eyes, acting is no different from playing house."
After sending out the promotional posters, I'm afraid no one will be interested.
Luke whispered, "I want to try."
If there are more dragons participating in the performance, even if the audience is not interested, they will buy tickets to watch the fun.
"...I can't even afford to hire a dragon scale with my little wealth, so I'd like to pay the important actors two hundred and eight knots per hour."
"Two hundred and eight?"
Lujia: "Two hundred and eight words per hour, a bonus chapter."
Leo calmly changed his tone: "For this price, I can play both your parents."
Double pay.
Luke was very moved, and then rejected the motherly love sent by Leo.
Next, he will write the second part of "The Three and a Half Years Old Beloved", prepare for "My Demon Father", and warm up for the release of the movie in advance.
Adding extra chapter writing is actually quite a burden.
But Lujia thinks it’s worth it. After all, this subject matter...only those who shoot it will know.
That's mental damages.
In the magical world, everything is convenient. In less than ten minutes, Luke finished making the poster.
The content is very simple, recruiting actors to play the protagonist's mother and brother, and the emphasis is on daily wages.
Since it was inconvenient for Luke to go to other dragons' islands without permission, he had to ask Rio to host the audition. And since Rio happened to play the role of the father, he could personally choose the actor to play opposite him.
"Here's the contract," Luke said.
In addition to salary, there is also profit sharing, which is listed in detail above.
Leo: "There's no need to share the success."
Lu Jia shook his head: "Let's put it this way. Almost all the money for the initial sponsorship was paid by you, Excellency."
He was only responsible for creating a story that went against the will of heaven.
Seeing that he insisted, Leo did not refuse.
After outsourcing the hassles of the auditions, Luke returned to continue writing the script.
This time he learned his lesson and didn't want to spend another three hours walking back to his room, so he wrote in a place near the door.
In the afternoon, when I was halfway through writing, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.
Earthquake?
Lujia ran out quickly. The huge waves were roaring and he couldn't see anything outside. He used his arms to block the waves in front of him, but his whole body was soaked by them.
Luke opened his eyes wide and tried to see what was going on.
Dimly he saw Leo coming back in the tide.
"Sir Leo," Luke shouted, "It looks like a tsunami!"
“It’s not a tsunami, it’s an audition.”
"ah?"
Leo: "Didn't you ask me to help with the auditions?"
The method he used was fighting.
Unity is unity, but the dragons often fight among themselves for the size of the island they can occupy, so this is a good opportunity to relax.
"Don't worry."
The dragon clan’s physical bodies were too powerful, so in order to avoid excessive fighting, everyone transformed into human form.
As Leo spoke, he shook off the waves around him, his tone as calm as usual.
Now Luke could finally see clearly, and he hurriedly shouted to the member of the 'girl group' on the left: "Stop fighting."
Then he shouted to the 'boy group' members on the right: "Stop fighting!"
This is not a debut battle, so there is no need to vote!
Unfortunately, the voices were not as loud as the sound of waves hitting the shore. About half an hour later, the men's group war ended first, and a long-haired man in light blue clothes walked over.
Leo said more respectfully, "Grandpa Denton."
Denton, who was wearing light blue clothes, nodded, his eyes fell on Luke, and his tone was steady. He was the dragon who asked Luke about the fragment yesterday.
Luke opened his mouth wide: "Grandpa?"
"You can call me brother from now on." Denton was very calm, holding the promotional poster in his hand. It was obvious that he had already won the role of "Brother" with his own strength.
At the same time, the women's group war ended, and a lively and cute laugh came over: "I won, I won!"
It feels good to move around once in a while.
The girl in the light yellow dress walked directly in front of Lujia. She greeted the two dragon elders first: "Hello, Grandpa Denton, hello, Uncle Leo."
Finally, he said to Luke: "Please give me more advice, son."
Luka: “…” What a complicated relationship between dragons and creatures.
Suddenly I began to miss my original family.
After a brief greeting, Luke finally figured out the identity of the off-script dragon.
Denton, whom Leo calls grandpa, has entered the aging stage.
"I watched those little dragon cubs grow up. They knew I wouldn't live long, so they deliberately let me go," Denton said with a smile.
Luke couldn't help feeling sad when he heard this.
It's nothing else but the complex emotion of witnessing a long life coming to an end.
The eldest daughter in the light yellow dress was named Isa. She said sadly, "Everything has its end. Grandpa Denton only has three to five hundred years left to live."
Luke almost had tears in his eyes.
Three to five hundred years?
It’s even a question whether I can live that long.
Denton saw the whole expression of the person who was trying hard to suppress his sadness, and his expression became a little kinder.
He is a kind and sensitive child. I shouldn't have scared him yesterday because of the broken chapter.
Luke calmed down and said to Leo, "Maids, housekeepers and other supporting roles still need to be hired from outside."
Leo nodded: "You decide."
As he was talking, a loud voice suddenly came from the coastline: "Leo, it's been a while since I last fought a few moves, are you coming?"
Leo stretched his shoulders and walked over. Soon, huge waves higher than before rose up on the coast.
…
After the actors were decided, the next thing to be decided was the filming location.
The buildings in Rio's territory are all underground, which is obviously not suitable for filming. To be precise, most dragons like to build underground castles.
Blaney is an exception. He likes reading and growing flowers, so he owns a small house on the ground.
Unfortunately, this is just a small house used for reading and resting, and it does not fit the purpose of macro architectural framing.
After a good fight, Leo returned and heard about Luke's troubles. He said, "Let's go to Grover's island to shoot. That guy owes me a dragon favor and he's in hibernation."
Hearing about hibernation, Luke asked, "Wouldn't it be bad if we disturbed him?"
“It doesn’t matter.”
Dragons are also aware of their hibernation period, and as long as they are not too noisy, no one will bother them.
Isa's eyes wandered at this time: "We need to go to Uncle Grover's place."
Luke had seen the same expression on the faces of countless children who did not want to visit their relatives for the New Year.
"Is it fierce?" Luke asked in a low voice.
Isa shook her head: "On the contrary, Uncle Grover is a snowflake dragon. He is very gentle to everyone. He even avoids ants because he doesn't want to step on them to death."
It was a dragon that hadn't lost its temper for a thousand years.
Lujia understood immediately: "Are you worried that it will explode?"
Isa nodded vigorously, looking like she was saying, "You are so good at describing things."
Luke couldn't help but start wondering whether he should change the filming location. After all, the content of what he was going to shoot was quite irritating.
Soon this thought was replaced by other important matters.
In the afternoon, after Luke sent a letter to Lillian who was far away in the Holy City, Leo took him to see Grover's island from a distance. I saw buildings rising from the ground, complicated streets and even green spaces. From a distance, it looked like a luxurious empty city.
“Grover loves human culture, especially architectural history.”
He was a little hesitant at first, but after seeing this magnificent view, Luke decided without hesitation: "This is it!"
Looking at the entire realm, there is probably no place more suitable than here.
Filming was scheduled to begin in three days.
Within three days, Lujia successfully completed the creation of most of the script. The first part only required various bloody and sad stories, which was a style he could handle easily. By the way, he also stayed up all night to write two extra chapters.
After the quill pen turned into a human, Luke could only use an ordinary pen to write his works.
One was writing furiously, while the other sat aside and watched coldly.
Under the bright light, the feather pen's cold gaze fell on the pen in Luke's hand, and for some reason he felt a little displeased with the pen.
I usually hold it to write.
"Why did you break my pen?"
When he came to his senses, Luke was looking at him in confusion. On the table was a "dismemberment scene" and the original pen had been broken into pieces at some point.
Feather Pen thought expressionlessly that the side effects of the blood contract were too great and would also make the contractor develop a sense of possessiveness.
The desk was in a mess. He was silent for a moment, then he asked, "Is it necessary to write so much?"
Every extra chapter is signed: To XX.
It can be seen that this is to write a different extra for each actor.
In fact, if we strictly follow the contract, it would be fine to give each dragon the same extra story.
Luke: "I don't do shoddy work."
As he spoke, he shook off the pen residue on the paper and prepared to change a pen.
"Use this." The figure with neat short silver hair threw a bumpy pen to Lujia. Lujia took it and tried it. It had a metallic texture and wrote smoothly.
The feeling is a bit like using a feather pen, and you don't have to use too much strength.
So magical.
Luka looked up in surprise and was about to ask where the pen came from when he saw the nine-fingered silver-haired man installing gears to repair the severed finger.
...Suddenly I knew what the raw materials of the pen were.
Feather Pen was just about to pull out the person who invented the blood contract and whip his corpse. When their eyes met, his voice was cold and hard: "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, I just think your middle finger is quite long."
Lujia couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Aren't necromancers the best at manipulation? Could it be that the records in the books are wrong? Are you actually the best at puppetry?"
This powerful race has perished in the long river of time, leaving only a few records.
The quill did not deny his attempt on his own race, and replied calmly: "There was a time when people saw the necromancer running very fast."
Luke understood.
A representative of insufficient rigid demand, do-it-yourself and having enough food and clothing.
The pen made in is really useful. At night, Luke wrote down this kindness, and before lying on the bed, he silently prayed for it to grow flesh and blood soon.
Occasionally, when he turned over and saw the pen holder on the table, he suddenly couldn't fall asleep.
After tossing and turning, Luke finally couldn't help but get up and pull the pen out.
I didn’t expect Luke to cherish this pen so much that he would even touch it before going to bed.
It is true that only after using ordinary pens, I realized how precious they are.
"Huh." Luke covered himself with the quilt again.
Now I feel better, otherwise I would always feel like Alex is giving me the middle finger.
The author has something to say:
Excerpt from Luke's diary:
Can you make a robot that can perform Errenzhuan? @Alex. I'd pay to see it.
Alex: ...
The robot version of Alex randomly drops 50 small red envelopes.
Luke: I gave you a hundred, why do you only have fifty?
Alex: ...
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