How should I put it, calling this story tailor-made for novices will inevitably lead to a feeling of "is this a spoiler?"

In a sense, isn't this exactly what Xiaobai said?

But Chris didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Xiao Bai. Even though she already knew the plot of the story, she still watched it with gusto.

Especially when she notices that other audiences in the theater are attracted by the story and make various noises in surprise, her smile always becomes more genuine.

'So, this story is really a bad template that can be made up just by making it up!'

Thinking like this, Wayne became more suspicious of Xiaobai's origins.

However, other people will naturally not have all kinds of thoughts like him, but will be very immersed in this story.

The director of the handicraft department sat on the other side of Wayne, wiping tears. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Bobby! Stand up!"

She was not the only one who shouted this. When they saw that after the transformation, Poppy was still defeated by the evil villain, many viewers couldn't help but shouted "Bobby, stand up!".

Perhaps accepting the power conveyed from the audience, the actor wearing a custom-made leather suit on the stage began to read a monologue: "I...I can't die yet! There are so many people in this world who have been supporting me!"

I want, I want to stand up! Defeat the evil monster!"

Poppy struggled to support the floor with her paws and stood up...then slowly made fists with both hands upward, making a strong bodybuilding posture.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh--"

Amidst the roaring cheers, Poppy stood up!

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Why are the audience so cooperative? Chris, did you pay for it? Or is it that a story like this is surprisingly well-accepted in a different world?!

After a long time, the show finally ended, and "Superhero Bobby" became famous in the capital!

…

"His Majesty!"

Willard, the Patriarch of the Kingdom of St. Enlos, is currently the most powerful church figure in the Kingdom of St. Enlos. The only one with a higher status than him is the one who has been stationed in the Holy See, "in terms of ethics."

and the Pope who is infallible in faith.”

However, now this big man, who could make the whole kingdom tremble when he stamped his foot, was in a very angry state.

"Your Majesty! I demand that this blasphemer Poquelan be executed immediately!"

Willard originally thought about whether he should spare the daring playwright for the time being, so as to ease the conflict between the church, the king, and other dignitaries.

Unexpectedly, he ran towards death with all his heart.

Before, he only slandered missionaries, but now! He dares to stand up and question God!

Only God can save the world! Not some superhero dog!

King George II was sitting on the throne, holding his forehead with a headache.

"Sir Willard! That's just a story. He is a playwright and has the freedom to create." The king still wanted to speak for Poquelin.

George is also a king who has been obsessed with drama since he was young, and even participated in rehearsals himself. He understands and appreciates Poquelin's talent.

"What a story! That's just a pretense!" Willard said angrily: "Don't I know what he wants to satirize!"

The hall fell into silence for a moment.

The princes and ministers present looked at each other and then looked away. Some were looking at the murals on the ceiling, and some were staring at the patterns on the floor. Everyone looked thoughtful and said nothing.

"The blasphemer Pokerland must be burned to death in public! All his evil scripts must be burned! Anyway, the fire of hell is inevitable, burn it now!" Willard said, standing up and leaving with a wave of his sleeves.

The door of the palace was suddenly pushed open gently, and the attendants lowered their heads and took a few steps, bringing the person behind them into everyone's sight.

"Who is slandering my precious daughter's tutor?"

Duke Elliot, whose dazzling short golden hair was meticulously taken care of and whose eyes were sharp and majestic, stepped into the palace.

He wore an extremely gorgeous sword on his waist, which was a gift from the king to the Duke of Winche, and allowed him to wear the sword even in the inner court.

As he approached, a cold breath swept through him, and suddenly it seemed that even the room temperature had dropped a lot.

"Hahaha, what's going on, Sir Elliot! Has anyone offended you?" the king asked knowingly.

Elio bowed to the king.

Then he turned to look at Willard and said slowly: "My little girl is making a fool of herself. She has a good relationship with a playwright who has just joined the royal capital. She has recently participated in the script he wrote."

"That is to say, the 'Poclain's new work' that is being hotly discussed in the capital at the moment also has my daughter's hard work." Elliot asked coldly: "I wonder what Bishop Willard has to do with the work that my daughter participated in.

Good advice?"

Under such gaze, Willard seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago.

At that time, I was still a cardinal who had just been promoted from archbishop. I was sent to the Kingdom of St. Lornes by the Holy See with a lot of pride and complacency.

He comes from a poor, low-level aristocratic family. If nothing happens, the family will lose its aristocratic title in his own generation.

But later, it was the church that changed everything.

The church funded his study of magic, and the church gave him the opportunity to enter the Holy See for further study. The church completely changed his life.

He was extremely grateful for this and could only work hard to spread God's will to the world.

Only in this way can we repay the church’s cultivation and repay God’s gift.

In fact, Willard has indeed lived up to expectations. With his age and achievements, he will still be an absolute handsome young man even if he stays in the Holy See.

But this pride was shattered by Elliot Wincher on the first day he came to St. Lornes.

He felt that his former self-satisfaction was as ridiculous as a clown.

In front of such people, he finally realized:

God...is partial to certain people.

"Even the Duke of Winche cannot question God!" he gasped.

It's as if just saying this sentence requires all the strength of the whole body.

"I don't question God." Eliot said lightly. "It's just that the lambs of God also need to enrich their spiritual world."

When the Duke finished speaking, those ministers who had been pretending to be transparent just now seemed to suddenly come to their senses and spoke in agreement one after another.

"Yes, your lord the Duke is right."

"The reason why such works are created is to abandon evil. Otherwise, why would heroes appear?"

"People really like this drama! Only that...well, a certain person doesn't like it."

"It turns out that Miss Chris was actually involved in this story. I couldn't believe it when I first heard about it... She is indeed a descendant of the hero family..."
Chapter completed!