"How is Mr. Wang sleeping?" asked Nutun, who saw that Wang Qinian had already gotten up.

"Very good, I'm about to go out for a walk and send a letter by the way." Wang Qinian replied with a smile.

"Let my servants go and have breakfast first." Nütun laughed and called a servant, telling him to go to the post office. After the servant left, Nütun said, "I suddenly realized after talking last night. I forgot to ask what you are here for yesterday. I am sorry to discuss the problem with you."

Nütun apologized, Wang Qinian did not take it seriously. Nütun can be said to be a research talent. After having something he is interested in, he forgot everything. Wang Qinian smiled and said, "It's nothing, but I'm just stopping here and going to Nabushi Country. I heard that Holin Bridgeton of Nabushi's Magic Academy is going to recruit teachers. I have a letter of recommendation from Leonardo Calvin from Ottstra, and I'll try my luck in the past."

"I have heard of Leonardo in Wotesdao for a long time. I heard that he developed a blood transfusion method last year. He had all the titles higher than the level, but I had never seen them. Maybe I would visit him one day." When Neutun heard that it was Leonardo, he immediately remembered the recent blood transfusion method, but he did not notice the details. The blood transfusion method was named by the names of two people, one of whom was right in front of him. However, his interest was not in this aspect, but was more broad-minded and he wanted to study the laws of heaven and earth.

After breakfast, he said to Wang Qinian: "I have tickets here, which were given by my friend yesterday. There are a few tickets. This afternoon, at the Rotterdog Castle Grand Theater, the performance of Waniz's "Eternal Tragedy". I invite you to watch it. Anyway, you will have to be here for a few days, and the boat will go to Nabus Country in the day after tomorrow, which is considered to be a farewell for you." Nütun said.

"This is quite unique. I have been famous for "The Eternal Tragedy" for a long time, but I haven't watched it before. It's better to obey your orders than respect." Wang Qinian agreed with a smile.

"The Eternal Tragedy is the most famous of the four major tragedies in Waniz. Personal destiny and love seem so fragile in the face of racial conflicts, revealing the struggle between a man and a woman under the eternal destiny. It is a masterpiece that transcends the race." Nutun became more and more spiritual when talking about "The Eternal Tragedy".

Xiaoshuang said happily on Wang Qinian's shoulder: "I want to watch it. I have heard of human dramas for a long time, and I have never watched it."

Wang Qinian nodded: "I'll go see it. Of course I can't leave you behind. But I'll go book a ticket in the morning."

"No need to bother you. I have sent my servants to book. By the way, I heard that the Nabus Strait has not been very peaceful recently, and there are pirates in the Vatican." said Nütun.

"There are pirates?" Wang Qinian frowned. "Does the impact affect the waterway?"

"It's okay, it's said that the navy will go out too. You're on a passenger ship. Generally speaking, pirates are not interested in it," said Newton.

Wang Qinian was relieved and turned to other aspects.

In the afternoon, Nütun and Wang Qi Nian got on the carriage. The coachman shook the reins and the carriage started. It was a two-wheeled carriage. A horse was pulled, which could only be considered a lightweight vehicle. There was no roof on the carriage. There were various carriages passing by nearby. Relatively speaking, the carriage they were riding was the simplest type, and there were also a four-wheeled carriage with two horses. The vehicles were moving in an orderly manner and came and went. In the afternoon, Nütun took out his pocket watch and took a look at the time. There was still some time, so he told the coachman to slow down.

Nutton said to Wang Qi Nian: "You have been here for a day and you can see the scenery of Rotterdo Castle. It is still early. Look, it is St. George's Cathedral in Rotterdo Castle. It began to be built shortly after the establishment of Rotterdo Castle. Later, it was expanded repeatedly and became one of the symbols of Rotterdo Castle."

Wang Qinian looked up and saw that St. George's Cathedral was very magnificent. All the churches were made of top stone produced in the Rotterdo Fort area. The total area was one hectare and the momentum was very magnificent.

The main building is a three-story dome structure building. On the top of the building is a bell tower supported by eighteen white stone pillars. Melodious bells ring on time at 7 am and 4 pm every day. On the top of the bell tower, a huge mechanical bell walks accurately, and on it, the cross star emblem, the symbol of the Creator of Bishop, shines brightly. As one of the main symbols of Rotterdo Castle, it is also the starting and ending clock of the city of Rotterdo Castle. As soon as the bell rings, the whole city hears it.

Next to the main building is the monks' dormitory building, a tall tower with a triangular Gothic building on the roof, pointing directly to the sky.

There is a large chapel inside the church that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. On the last day of the week, there are endless streams of dignitaries and nobles coming here to pray.

Wang Qinian nodded: "What a church, it is worthy of being one of the twelve churches on the mainland."

St. George's Cathedral was built to commemorate the Saint George. Popes of all generations have come here in person. The church guards a group of knights who appoint the church. Although there are only fifty people, their level is not low. Paladin Madonel is a big knight, and the lowest of the fifty people is a knight. It can be said that although there are few people, their power is very strong, enough to wipe out a small country.

The Paladins are titled and have a high status, no less than Cardinals of Jishu, St. George's Cathedral and monks. They do not care about the world and serve God specifically. They can be said to have extremely pious beliefs, extremely powerful and pure spirits, and even paranoids.

Wang Qinian just hurried past outside the church door. When he glanced at him, he felt several powerful spirits inside. He couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. The founding bishop was so powerful that he was a lich, and he was not in the eyes of others. If he had used this power, he would have become a fan.

This is only one of the twelve holy churches, there are eleven such places, and there is also the Holy Eton Church. If Wang Qinian had taken the holy church as his enemy, he would have long been desperate. Fortunately, he was not Nickles. Although he was an enemy of the church, he did not have the idea of ​​uprooting the church.

That's why he passed by the church quietly. What he didn't know was that deep in the church, a monk suddenly raised his eyes, frowned, and his old face was full of wrinkles, as if he was confused. Although there was a stone wall in front of him, his eyes were full of splendor, shook his head, and said to himself: "The Lord blesses peace, it seems too sensitive, and a little breath does not mean anything."

Wang Qinian didn't know what was happening here, so he had to know how far he would run.

Nutun introduced various buildings in the city of Rotterdogborough. Wang Qinian said a few words from time to time, and the carriage stopped in front of a building as they spoke, and arrived at the Grand Theater of Rotterdogborough.

The Grand Theater was very grand. Wang Qinian got out of the car and looked up. On the thirty steps, there were six marble relief columns standing. The left and right doors were very wide. Many people also came here. The carriages kept stopping, the noble ladies and gentlemen got out one after another, and Nutun was also greeting his acquaintances.

Wang Qinian entered the Grand Theater and took the seat in the front row. Their tickets were in good condition. After taking the seat, Nutun introduced Wang Qinian the situation of the Grand Theater of Rotterdog. The time was almost time to start. The main show started at three o'clock, but now some clowns are performing funny shows on stage, which is a special way.

As the lights on the stage dimmed, Wang Qinian knew that the performance had begun and the music sounded. This was a touching love tragedy, but it was not just a love tragedy, because it was placed in the background of race, sublimating its artistic conception and thinking about life, love, and even fate.

Xiaoshuang sat on Wang Qinian's left shoulder, staring at him. On the contrary, Wang Qinian was not very focused. He was influenced by the art of movies and other art in his previous life. He did not have as many works as in the past life. He was not as surprised by the art of this world as in the natives. Compared with the art of this world, the art of this world is much different from that of the previous life, and there are not many forms. This form can be regarded as the highest form.

In addition, even in these forms, novels basically do not have one. Because the backward printing technology is basically hand-copying, there are operas, while novels are basically not popular. Most literary and artistic works are done by poetry or folk singers.

Xiaoshuang looked at Wang Qinian with tears in his eyes. Wang Qinian had nothing. Xiaoshuang looked at the people around him again, and many noble ladies were also crying. Xiaoshuang glanced at Wang Qinian and muttered in a low voice: "Wang has no tears at all. Such a touching drama is indifferent."

After listening to it, Wang Qinian had an idea in his mind, whether he would write those dramas on the earth, which was touching. However, when he thought about it, he felt funny. He just wanted to write, and he was afraid that his writing skills would not be as good as those of these people. Besides, he only remembered a rough idea and didn’t know the specific details. It would be better to be a lich honestly. It’s a headache! He can only be considered a small shrimp at the moment, although it is not the bottom of the food chain, just from today’s situation, it’s better to leave sooner.

When I arrived at Nabus, although the founding bishop was the mainstream, it was much wider after all. The Druids and other small sects also existed. I heard that the Magic Academy is an open-minded place. When I got there, I could breathe a sigh of relief. The Holy Eaton's management of Nabus is far less strict than the mainland.

Wang Qinian was watching a show on the surface, but he didn't know where he had gone in his mind. He thought for a while before he gathered his thoughts, and Xiaoshuang was already in tears.

The scene is here. The war between the races of both sides is directly a catastrophe for the male and female protagonists. Both sides cannot escape. Both sides think they are traitors and are pursuing them. They are desperate, and both sides die in love.

The war was over and peace came, but they had already gone, the music started, the play reached its end, many people stood up, applause rang out, and the curtain slowly fell.

Everyone was crazy. Wang Qinian watched all this, and by heart, it was indeed a good show. Regardless of the plot, language and music, Wang Qinian also stood up and applauded with everyone. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!