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Chapter 256: A New Look
Chapter 256: A New Look
"Swoosh... Swoosh... Swoosh..."
The azure sea rippled, gently caressing the golden sand of the shore with tender waves. On the old yet neatly stone-paved pier, a few scattered boats swayed lightly in the dock, while several seagulls, their feathers glistening with golden sunlight, circled leisurely above the vessels, occasionally letting out pleasant chirps.
The morning in the coastal town of Ankara remained as serene and beautiful as ever, but the usually bustling Dockside Tavern was unusually quiet, with hardly anyone entering or leaving.
Agatha, the playful and hot-tempered waitress who had become the dream girl of the town's young men due to her figure, which was even hotter than her personality, was also absent from the tavern. Instead, she stood outside Ankara's only post office, frowning as she flipped through the old newspapers posted on the door.
...
Finding a job has been tough lately...
After flipping through numerous job postings in the newspaper without finding a suitable position, Agatha, who had just lost her job that morning, couldn't help but sigh.
The previous day, after the incident at the tavern, although Mr. Joseph had carried her out and she hadn't been injured in the conflict, three drunk sailors had given Elijah a severe beating for standing up for her.
Making matters worse, when she and the police arrived later, those three sailors had taken advantage of the situation and broken into the tavern's cellar. They had drunk and destroyed the stock, even taking all the money from the counter before disappearing without a trace.
When the actual owner of the tavern returned and learned that all this had happened because of Agatha, he became furious. Not only did he deduct her entire salary as compensation, but he also fired her on the spot.
Agatha had left home in a hurry and hadn't brought much money with her. Although she had saved some working as a waitress these past months, it still wasn't enough to cover her living expenses, and the job postings in the newspaper didn't offer any suitable opportunities. What should she do now?
"Are you... Miss Agatha?"
Just as Agatha was feeling helpless, a surprised voice called out from behind her.
Agatha turned around in surprise and saw that the speaker was the guest who had chatted with her the previous day and bravely stood up during the sailors' disturbance.
"Mr. Elijah!"
Looking at the man before her, with his head wrapped in bandages and a large bruise on his forehead, yet still maintaining his handsome appearance, Agatha's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she remembered how she had caused him to stay and get beaten up. She greeted him with a hesitant smile, "Are... Are you okay? I'm so sorry about yesterday. If it weren't for me... you wouldn't have..."
"It's fine."
Elijah, who had taken a beating for no good reason, was a bit sullen, but when he saw the blushing beauty before him, his resentment faded away. He smiled and replied, "What happened yesterday wasn't your fault. You were just caught up in the drunkards' trouble. As for my injuries, I was prepared to be hit when I decided to stand up.
It's a price a man should pay when he upholds his principles, and it's also a medal of honor for my courage. It has nothing to do with an innocent and beautiful lady like you, so you don't need to feel guilty."
"Mr. Elijah..."
Seeing Elijah, who had endured such a beating yet was still comforting her, Agatha's heart warmed. She clenched her fists and placed them on her chest, her eyes softening as she spoke softly, "Your bravery and gentleness are like the morning sunlight, illuminating my dark heart, and like the endless waves of the ocean, making me feel..."
"I can't take it anymore!"
Leon, who had been sitting inside the post office for half a day, couldn't help but open the window and stick his head out, exclaiming in exasperation, "Can't you two just have a normal conversation?"
Greetings and a single verse of three sighs, back and forth, and the tune is almost ready to be sung.
If I don't come out and interrupt, will you two start dancing in the middle of the road later? And then we, the bystanders, will all jump out of the car and stand on the roof to dance for you?"
After Lyon's sarcastic remark, the yellow-haired Yuhua on his shoulder also nodded his head in agreement, barking with all his might:
"Woof woof! (Yes, yes!)"
The person and dog peering out of the window were none other than Mr. Joseph and his dog, the male and female leads of The Twelve-Day Tour.
There was no other reason than the fact that compared to yesterday's outfit, which could only be worn by a mentally unstable young man, the current "Mr. Joseph" seemed a little too normal.
Beneath a well-tailored gray wool coat was a simple yet elegant vest and a fitted pleated shirt. In the shirt's chest pocket was a neatly folded handkerchief, giving him an almost gentlemanly appearance.
The only thing that was not quite gentlemanly was the unbuttoned collar, revealing a well-defined collarbone and a fair neck. Above that, a defined jawline and slightly upturned lips, complemented by a high nose and deep, bright eyes, gave off an impression that was simply...
a fairly good-looking man.
There was no other way around it; whether it was the real-life Lyon or the character of Joseph in The Twelve-Day Tour, neither of them was the type to have jaw-dropping good looks.
Even though Lyon had carefully dressed up for the occasion, even going so far as to secretly apply some eyeshadow under his collarbone to accentuate its lines, his natural features were still evident. No matter how hard he tried, he could only be considered slightly handsome, the kind of person who would get a few extra glances when passing by on the street, and that was the extent of it.
However, just like how beauty is often highlighted through contrast, the current "Mr. Joseph," though only slightly handsome, seemed incredibly dashing compared to the flamboyant, insane peacock from yesterday. With such a stark contrast, he could already be considered a handsome and compelling man.
...
Well, what do you think? Are you surprised?
Looking at the two people outside the post office, filled with astonishment, Lyon couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
Although he wasn't sure if it was true or not, according to the information revealed by the King of Drama, as long as he could thoroughly disrupt the plot and receive higher evaluations than the original script, there was a possibility of becoming the new controller of the drama world.
To achieve this, the first thing to consider was who would be giving these "evaluations." Naturally, the most likely candidates were the residents of the small town of Ankara, the three thousand former audience members of the Central Cross Theatre.
As for what these audience members liked to watch...
Last night, Lyon had broken into the Civil Affairs Bureau and looked through the town's registration forms. He discovered that a full seventy percent of the residents were female. Moreover, today's two plays were a romantic comedy, The Twelve-Day Tour, and a tragic older woman-younger man romance, Lady Helena. It wasn't difficult to guess what kind of plays these audience members preferred.
Given that he was the only controllable character, and the King of Drama was interfering from the side, how could he make the new Twelve-Day Tour more appealing than the original...
For someone like him, who had been exposed to various works from another world, this might be the easiest part.
(End of Chapter)
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