Performance?
Recalling the song I just heard.
That piece of music is extremely difficult to play, like a devilish trill.
Hitzfeld shook his head slightly.
“That’s probably not a show.”
She said to Kak.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Director... We need to take up some of your protagonist's time."
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I’m too sleepy, I’ll wake up and finish two chapters in one go.
And there will be another update before 6 o'clock next time... In short, I won't miss you, so don't worry.
Chapter 30 People's Hearts Are Unsettled
When Hitzfeld finished talking with Kak and was about to go over to ask Darent what he thought, she turned around and saw the wooden man teaching a little girl to play the violin.
He held the violin himself, placing it between the girl's face and chest. With his other hand, he handed her the bow, pressed it on her hand, and guided her to pull the strings.
The violin made bursts of shrill sounds.
The girl was very excited and laughed foolishly from time to time. Hitzfeld looked at Darent's face and felt that his smile was different from before.
This was very unusual because even though they had known each other for so long, she rarely saw him smile from the bottom of his heart.
Although he always looks playful and smiling, it's just a show.
Laughter like this is rare.
"He never revealed that he has such accomplishments in violin..." Xia Yibing stood beside her, shaking her head and sighing, "He really loves that person deeply."
Hitzfeld's heart moved.
Of course Xia was not talking nonsense. There was a strong sense of sadness in the song just now, and anyone with feelings could hear it.
Considering that he did not deny... that the reason he wanted to make the film was to commemorate his deceased friend in this way, it is not difficult to guess the relationship between this song and "that person", as well as Darent's general inner thoughts just now.
But Hitzfeld thought more. She walked towards them and whispered, "I thought you hated them."
She meant "little kids".
Darent did indeed rarely interact with children, and would actively avoid them whenever such an opportunity arose.
"Who would hate our future?" The wooden man looked up at her and grinned, "I know why you are here... Don't worry, I know my limits."
Then he let go of the girl and rubbed her fluffy brown hair a few times: "Be good, take them to find your dad."
The girl cheered and looked up at Hitzfeld before leaving. In the end, she didn't dare to talk to her and ran away quickly holding the violin and bow.
"Her name is Lusa, and she is Kak's daughter." Darent and she stared at the girl's back. "She is lively and active. Every night she pesters Kak to tell her three stories before she goes to bed."
"He plans to take her into the red soil?" Xia Yibing thought there was something wrong with her ears. "He doesn't think this journey will be easy, does he?"
"No—he told me that he would let Lusa and his wife stay here when the time comes."
"His wife is here too?"
"Yes, he has been preparing for this for almost three years."
"So he had already figured out the relevant technology three years ago?" Hitzfeld raised his left eyebrow. "...Is it because the investors were not optimistic about it?"
"That's about right." Darent nodded. "The market trusts stage plays and operas more. No one believes that movies can be successful."
"…I don't think it will work." Hitzfeld opened his mouth, "You can't even record the lines."
The so-called filming machine is a black box supported by a long and thick frame. It is large and bulky, and because its parts are fragile, it must always be covered with a cloth.
She had just witnessed how they operated this thing. When she talked to Kak, she asked about its usage and general principles, and learned that the movie they were going to shoot would be without sound, in other words, it would only be a pantomime.
Pantomime has no lines or background sounds, which puts more emphasis on the actors' skills. Anyway, Hitzfeld doesn't think Darent is the Chaplin of this world, and based on her understanding of Cuck, she is not optimistic about the quality of the film.
He thought he was talented but not appreciated, but was stubborn in his own opinion. He sold all his property and came to a strange environment to start a career...Kak's start was very similar to those directors who thought they had some knowledge.
The common point of these people is that they tend to think too much, and want to cram all their ideas and good things into their works. Sometimes they even force depth and cut the film into a mess.
In Hitzfeld's opinion, it would be better for Kirk to just shoot a story about a hero saving a beauty - the hero and the heroine are in danger on the plains, and the hero uses his supernatural power to smash the monster and save the beauty - that's enough.
There is no need to consider authenticity at all. Even the monster shots can be omitted and replaced with plush stuffed dolls.
It's just the first movie, and that's enough.
But is Kak willing?
Judging from the price he paid, he would most likely not be satisfied with such a simple story.
The investors were right not to think highly of him. Hitzfeld even suspected that he had a criminal record, such as having messed up a few performances as a director or screenwriter.
"I don't understand." Xia Yibing wiped her face, turned around, and stared at Kak who was arguing fiercely with his assistant, "It's just a pantomime... Why didn't he shoot it in the (city) behind (Bro Canyon)?"
"He's holding his breath." Hitzfeld also looked over there.
"Maybe he felt that... Onsayin was the most dangerous place in Saray, and only by filming the story here could he become a sensation."
Kak's team consists of four people, including himself, including the driver, lighting and scenery. The latter two are not considered professional innovations, after all, stage plays also need them.
It was Frick or someone… who told her that Kak’s team had seven or eight people, and he probably included Kak’s family.
After Hitzfeld briefly learned their names and origins, she didn't ask any more questions. She was too lazy to waste her energy remembering these unimportant things. She stayed here just to see the importance of this crew.
She continued to interrogate Darent, trying to pry him open and find out what the song was about. However, Darent refused to speak no matter how she coaxed him.
Just when she was about to lose her patience, there was a commotion outside the door.
Kak went out for a while, and came back five minutes later and told them: "The boss was arguing with the soldier."
The reason for the quarrel was that the new house built by the boss's son in Geyin Town was ordered to be demolished. The son did not understand the order and refused to carry it out. He heard that his father, who ran a tavern in Wengsayn, had military connections, so he specifically looked for him to resolve the matter.
Hitzfeld and the other two understood as soon as they heard it - the boss's son's house must have been built with red soil.
There are not too many red clay houses, but there are also not too many. For example, there are almost no such buildings in the city of Onsaiyin, because it was built early, and when the fortress was built, people had not even discovered the mystery of red clay.
But later, after discovering this secret, people who have the means will certainly not refuse to use it to build a house.
After all, if a little bit of it is mixed into clay, it can give pottery the same toughness. If it is mixed into cement bricks... who doesn't want the house they live in to be stronger?
"Red clay is very expensive." Xia Yibing stared at the door, "It can be used to build houses... I hope there won't be too many houses like this."
From the information she had gathered so far, she really couldn't assume that there were no problems with the red soil dug out from Plain Parish over the past 100 years.
But once we assume that all red soil is problematic, the impact would be too wide, completely encompassing the entire parish.
"Be optimistic. Even if it is destroyed, it will only destroy the town behind." Dailunte said, "Wengsain is still there... At least it hasn't affected the whole country, right?"
If there is no problem with the fired pots, then there must be no problem with the pottery that has leaked out. Even if something goes wrong, the only thing to worry about is the raw soil that has leaked out. He thinks the amount will not be too large.
"Hitzfeld..."
Just then, Kak came up, rubbing his hands, and staring at the girl.
"I know you have a good relationship with Knight Frick, but I just...mainly because everyone is a little uneasy...Can you help me ask what the current situation of the parish is?"
He is quite familiar.
Xia Yibing raised her eyebrows beside her.
"You can just ask me about this." Hitzfeld's first sentence made him look happy.
But soon the joy was poured with ice water: "But I can't tell you, I'm very sorry."
"Can't you reveal anything?"
"...I can only say that this trip to the red soil will be more dangerous. You made the right choice not to bring your family with you."
Kak left worriedly.
"Hey!" Darent knocked on the chair until he walked a long way away, "You should just tell him not to follow him!"
"What about your movie?"
"It's not like I have to be this actor!"
"That can't be helped." Hitzfeld spread out one hand.
"I have already hinted to him. If he is a smart man, he will know to retreat without being told."
"Does he look like that kind of person to you?"
"I'm not interested in persuading someone to die."
As he left the bar, Hitzfeld stood across the street and looked over here for a while.
There was a half-bald man squatting at the door, probably the pub owner. He was sitting on a bench by the door, his apron still on, looking very anxious and helpless.
"They can sense changes in wind direction," said Xia Yibing.
"But I still don't understand what our enemies are trying to do."
Chapter 31: Ancient Heroes
Hitzfeld knew what she meant, but in fact she didn't understand the current development.
If the worm curse contained in the red soil is attributed to the conspiracy of evildoers, would the effect it produces be too ordinary?
According to Frick, this curse is not fatal, the worst case scenario is paralysis in bed... Of course, this is a catastrophic disaster for an individual, but they can't say... the evildoers spent more than 100 years infiltrating the red soil behind the fortress just for this? ... To make some unlucky people paralyzed in bed at most?
"The first outbreak of aesthesia was a month ago." Xia Yibing continued to analyze in her ear, "One month, this time span is too long. I don't think this is their work."
The cause of the anesthesia outbreak in the Plain Parish was that someone inhaled a large amount of smoke from the burning red clay. Before further investigation - the results of the verification of the death records of those fire workers came out, it can be preliminarily determined that there was something wrong with the red clay that was recently excavated.
If we think about this issue in more detail, we can understand that the source of the red soil has changed, which makes it easy for people to associate it with the recent abnormal movements in the insect nest.
That is why Bishop Padom said that its roots are deep in the plains.
"You think so too?" Frick's hoarse voice came from behind. "I'm so glad there are still smart people at this time. I'm really fed up with some idiots... who always blame the evildoers for every problem."
"Why are you here?" The two turned around and saw him driving a miniature Beetle and parked on the side of the road.
"You've been to other places, right?" Frick asked. "What's it like? Are the locals usually xenophobic?"
"That's true in theory, but from my personal experience, I think they are a little too enthusiastic." Hitzfeld said dryly, "On the contrary, the Wayne people are more xenophobic, especially towards the Fellington people."
"Ah~ That's it." Frick ignored her sarcasm and patted the window. "To them, I am a 'foreign knight', so there are some discussions that I am too lazy to get involved in."
"So you came to us?"
"It's rare to have a half sky... And don't you want to know the history of the development of knights before the Red Earth God of War Onsayin?"
"The God of Clay... I thought that was Nadal's nickname."
"Who is Nadal?"
"Nothing, let's get in the car first."
After getting past Xia Yibing's curious gaze, Hitzfeld got into the car with her, sat in the somewhat crowded back seat, and let Frick take them to their destination.
As for the destination...according to Frick, it is a place "to remember history and mourn heroes."
"You just said you thought so too, what do you mean?" Xia Yibing saw that the girl was not going to explain Nadal, so she simply continued the previous topic, "Don't you think this is a conspiracy of evildoers?"
"How can someone like Sunflower give us so much time to react in advance?" Frick showed a disgusted expression, "Do you really think we are idiots?"
"Nan Sinze," Hitzfeld said.
"Nan Xinze doesn't count...that's an extreme case!"
"Since he is not a heretic, what do you think is going on?" Xia Yibing asked again.
"If I can tell you, why do I need you?" Frick had already realized that he was not cut out for this job, and said confidently, "You should ask the person next to you. I bet she has an idea."
Xia Yibing went to see Hitzfeld.
Hitzfeld curled his lips, "I do have an idea... I guess the truth about red clay is that it's mixed with worm shit."
Frick was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"...I'm serious." Hitzfeld said expressionlessly, "This is very scientific."
"What you said..." Frick looked back at her and tried to describe it: "It's like saying... the red clay art that has been popular in Plain Parish for so many years is actually made of insect feces. Those clay products are full of insect feces."
