"I'll be here today and get off the get out of class."

"Goodbye to the teacher," the girls said in unison.

Erin closed the textbook and watched the children walk out of the classroom, which originally belonged to a noble house, but was collected by the lord after the Month of the Demon, and has now been converted into a college. The partition walls of the small room are opened up and connected into several larger rooms, which can accommodate four to six batches of apprentices at the same time. According to the classification method in the textbook, it is called classes. During the day, the classes are mostly children, and at night, adults are adults.

She thought that it would take a long time for her to be a teacher to be transferred to the city hall, but she didn't expect that after Feilin brought the information up, she received the permission the next day. Then she went to the city hall to register her identity, receive teaching materials, and get a class division form.

The subjects she was responsible for teaching were basically the children of the townsmen. In order to let this group of troublemakers listen to the class carefully, she spent a lot of effort. There is also a chapter in the textbook that specifically talks about how to maintain classroom discipline. The tricks in it opened her eyes. In addition to traditional verbal criticism and corporal punishment of rattan, there are also evaluations of excellence, division of groups, setting up group leaders and class leaders, allowing them to control themselves, etc.

The person who wrote this textbook must be an elder who has been studying teaching for many years to consider so comprehensively, right?

Walking out of the academy, Erin saw the knight waiting for her at the door, Film Silter.

He no longer wore shining armor, held a shield and a sword embroidered with the lion's emblem, but he was still extremely handsome. His simple leather jacket highlighted his tall figure, and his distinct facial features were even with empty hands, he was the dawning morning light in her memory.

After giving him a hug, Erin noticed that Feilin's expression was a little wrong.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"..." He hesitated for a moment, "His Royal Highness invites us to go to the palace for refreshments in the afternoon."

Erin was stunned, "We?" She immediately guessed what the other party was worried about, patted him on the back, shook her head, "Your Highness the Prince has never seen me, how could he be like the Duke... Besides, aren't you still there?"

"Well," Filming nodded, "This time, I will protect you."

In the afternoon, Erin dressed up briefly, chose a decent long dress, and went to the Lord's Castle with her husband.

He was introduced into the living room by the guards. Not long after, a gray-haired man appeared at the door. There was no doubt that he was the lord of the Western Region, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon. He was also surrounded by a lady, about thirty years old, with a calm and capable posture. From her charming facial features, it can be seen that she must have been an outstanding beauty when she was young. The two of them quickly stood up and bent down to salute.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Silters," Roland sat down in the main seat. "These are court delicacies on the table, even if you enjoy them, you don't have to be restricted."

"Thank you for your invitation. It is my honor to come here to enjoy refreshments." Feilin replied according to noble etiquette.

"This lady is called Shujuan and is also the head of the Municipal Department of Education. I think you should have seen it."

"Indeed," he nodded to Shuju in honor, "I have not yet thanked you, and without your permission, Irene would not have become a teacher so soon."

It turned out that she helped her, Erin thought and gave her a grateful smile.

After chatting like this for a while, Feilin asked tentatively, "I wonder why your Highness called us here?"

"It has to do with education," Roland paused and looked at Erin, "I heard that you used to work in the Fortress Theatre, are you a drama actor?"

"Uh..." Erin didn't expect that His Highness the Prince would ask herself this question, "I have only officially performed one."

"That's right, I plan to perform a drama in the town square every weekend," said the prince directly. "As for scripts, screenwriters and conductors, there are only performers. You don't have many classes and experience in drama. I want you to star in this scene. Of course, there will be additional salary. I wonder if you are willing?"

"..." Erin looked at His Highness in disbelief. After confirming that the other party was not joking, she nodded excitedly and said, "Dear Your Highness, I am willing!"

Standing on the stage to perform has always been her wish. After leaving the Chang Opera House, she knew that she might never have the opportunity to perform a drama again. When facing Filman, she did not show any regrets, but just hid her wish in her heart. Unexpectedly, she would have a day to return to the stage.

"These dramas are performed for the masses, so the requirements are not high. Just tell the story clearly. Do you have such friends in Changge Fortress who have a certain understanding of dramas and want to go on stage but don't have the chance? If so, you can write a letter to them, saying that in Bianfeng Town, there are performances every weekend, and the salary is the same as the Fortress Theater."

"Is even them okay? I know a lot!" Erin was overjoyed and said, "I will write to them when I get a performance opportunity. If I can get a chance, I think they will be happy to come to the town!"

"Very good," Roland handed over three volumes of the book, "This is a script with numbers on it. Your performance starts with the first story. The content is adapted from the book, which is very close to the life of ordinary people. You can take it back and read it carefully. If you don't understand, ask the book."

"Yes, Your Highness! Thank you!" Erin bowed.

...

"Is this OK?" Shujuan asked, "those stories were clearly what you thought of."

"What's the matter? In their eyes, the prince can't write such vulgar things." Roland stretched, "and without your last modification and polish, the script would not be completed in a short time."

"I don't think the story is vulgar at all," she shook her head. "Although I don't know why you are so clear, those are things that happen to the people, touching and thought-provoking, and the performance will surely be a hit."

Of course it will be very popular. Roland thought to herself that the first two scripts were changed from "Cinderella" and "Crying the Rooster in the Middle of the Night", which was tested by the people for a long time. The former describes the touching love between the common people and the royal family, while the latter is the struggle of the lower class to resist the unscrupulous landlords. Of course, they have all been localized, such as the witch in Cinderella becomes a witch, while the landlord in the Middle of the Night becomes a fierce little noble. Roland intends to release the third work "The Witch Diary" after the first two dramas have had a profound impact, which is also his real purpose.

This is a script that was entirely conceived by him, telling the story of three children who became witches, but each embarking on a completely different path. Instead of mentioning the church directly, he focused his attention on the fate of the three: a child was abandoned by his parents, and the other was used as a tool, while the parents of the last lucky one still loved her deeply and gave their lives to protect her. In the end, the three came together by chance, defeated the enemies who wanted to kill them, and gained their own happiness like ordinary people.
Chapter completed!