Bringing Culture to a Different World - Chapter 229

Chapter 229: Chapter 229 – Threatening

Beast…beastman!

Sir Weissenasche took out his handkerchief and wiped away the sweat on his forehead as he looked at the unconscious large-framed and green-skinned beastman lying on the ground.

This was the main reason why he was so afraid of Squirrel Street. One will not encounter such a frightening beastman waving around a stick attacking humans anywhere else in Norland.

“Everyone, go ahead and take a break. Mister Joshua will handle things.”

Sir Weissenasche spoke to the other members of the Weissenasche Theatrical Troupe that were also frightened by the beastman.

The filming for ‘Hachiko’ proceeded without a hitch. Morgan was truly deserving of his title of ‘master.’ His performance was so graceful that Sir Weissenasche felt like he would never be able to catch up in his lifetime. That said, Sir Weissenasche also managed to acquire a small supporting role in the movie.

Because Joshua was handling the matters with this beastman that suddenly intruded upon their filming site, Sir Weissenasche was also given a break together with the other performers. He walked into the Klia Stage Station with the intention of finding a chair to sit on.

But, right when he walked over to a long table, an unfamiliar figure suddenly leaped out.

“Pre…prepare to receive your punishment! You… you despicable law enforcer!”

Before Sir Weissenasche could even react to what was going on, that person took out a dagger and aimed it at him.

It was only at this moment that Sir Weissenasche realized that it was a young boy roughly fifteen or sixteen years old. But, when he saw this boy, Sir Weissenasche’s eyes started shining.

Having been a theatrical troupe’s administrator for all these years, Sir Weissenasche had his own sort of evaluation standards when choosing new performers for his Weissenasche Theatrical Troupe…

Because of that, Sir Weissenasche could see the great performer’s potential from that boy. Mainly, it was from his outward appearance.

Even though his long brown hair appeared very messy as he didn’t bother to take care of them, he was definitely capable of becoming the male lead of a romantic stage play with only a slight amount of ‘makeover.’

“Please calm yourself, I am no law enforcer.”

Sir Weissenasche attempted to pacify the boy’s mood. But, this only made the boy even more tense. Gradually, a look of fear appeared in the boy’s eyes. It was like Sir Weissenasche was a viper hissing its tongue at him.

“You cannot deceive me, Stansfield…” said the boy with a trembling voice.

Stansfield…

Sir Weissenasche did not expect for the boy to be a fanatic fan of ‘Léon: The Demon.’ This was not his first time encountering this sort of situation.

Of the citizens of Norland that watched movies for the first time, a small portion of them were incapable of distinguishing the fictional stories in the movies from real life. They continued to believe what they’ve witnessed in the movies to be things that actually happened in real life. Because of that, those who watched ‘Léon: The Demon’ ended up causing some troubles for Norland’s Law Enforcers.

But, another portion of those fanatic fans had shifted their aim toward the performer playing Stansfield — Sir Weissenasche.

This boy was clearly a fanatic. He held the dagger in his hand and began to slowly walk toward Sir Weissenasche. He seemed to be prepared to attack Sir Weissenasche.

In order to scare away the boy, Sir Weissenasche cracked his neck and immersed himself into the role of Stansfield again.

“Is that so? Do you really think… you’re capable of injuring me?” asked Sir Weissenasche.

The crazed and on-edge law enforcer once again appeared before the boy. After Sir Weissenasche spoke those words, that boy was so scared that the hand he held his dagger with was trembling nonstop.

“Now… calm yourself.”

Sir Weissenasche felt that the boy had great potential and should be nurtured into a performer. Thus, he began to attempt to communicate with the boy.

…

Meanwhile. Right outside Klia Stage Station. A pitch-black crow descended from the sky and landed beside Joshua.

Black light started to gather on the crow. In a blink of an eye, the crow changed form into the dark elf Thousand Faces.

“Mister Joshua, what do you need me for?”

Thousand Faces was gathering materials for the news report out at Norland’s Alchemic Marketplace just half an hour ago.

But, after she received the message ‘Come to Squirrel Street’s Klia Stage Station, she immediately stopped what she was doing and rushed over.

Joshua didn’t say anything. Standing beside Joshua, Ciri began to size up the dark elf. In the end, she came to a conclusion.

“Thousand Faces, did you gain weight?”

“Now that you mention it… it seemed like she gained some fat on her belly,” Joshua added a cutting remark.

After hearing what Ciri said, Joshua realized that Thousand Faces’ current figure was no longer capable of being described as ‘slim.’

“Mister Joshua, if you called me over for something this senseless, please excuse me.”

Thousand Faces immediately covered her stomach. A rare sort of redness was present on her violent-toned skin. Nevertheless, her expression remained completely unchanged.

“Okay, let’s talk proper business. Is that beastman a member of your Black Dove?”

Joshua walked over to the dark elf and pointed at the beastman on the ground.

From the cracks on the ground, one could tell that Ciri was not holding back at all. Because of that, the beastman was still unconscious.

“This guy here is The Beauty Gutama’s subordinate.”

Thousand Faces walked over to the beastman to confirm his identity. She immediately recognized who he was.

“The Beauty? That’s quite a special title,” said Joshua.

“Gutama is a beastman of the high plains. With Mister Joshua’s esthetics, you will not consider Gutama to be a beauty. Miss Ciri is more suited for you.”

Thousand Faces took a glance at Ciri who stood next to Joshua. When Ciri heard her comment, her face turned red and she immediately turned around.

This could be considered as the dark elf’s revenge toward the comment Ciri made earlier.

“Well then, is that beastman of the high plains your subordinate?” The reason why Joshua called over the dark elf was because he hoped to be able to seal the mouth of this beastman.

If the information of a new movie being filmed in Squirrel Street was to spread, it would no longer be possible for him to film this movie in peace. Instead, he will be met with a whole bunch of spectators with popcorns and fruit juice in hand everyday.

“Unfortunately, The Beauty Gutama does not heed my command. Even though I am able to force her to comply…” The dark elf’s tone started to lose confidence, “The Black Dove is a very loose organization. Apart from me, there are several other people a tier below me that hold controlling powers. They each possess their own trusted aides. Recently, I’ve been trying to gather them to hold an assembly and convince them to serve you.”

“Assembly… what will happen if those people a tier below you refuse to comply?”

Joshua does not believe that the beastmen would be willing to listen to commands that obediently.

“I… will make them comply.”

Finally, an icy and stern flavor appeared in the dark elf’s tone. Having been an inquisitor of the Heresy Tribunal in the past, she was not a good-natured person.

“Very well. I hope that you will soon be able to grasp the entire intelligence network of the Black Dove in your hands.” After Joshua said that, he pointed to the still unconscious beastman, “Before that, I hope that you’ll make him keep what he saw here confidential.”

“Of course.”

While Thousand Faces was flying toward the Klia Stage Station, she was already able to faintly tell that Joshua was filming a new movie. Unfortunately, the work she had to do made it so that she had to suppress her curiosity toward the new movie.

Right when Thousand Faces was planning to bring away the beastman, Sir Weissenasche walked out from the Klia Stage Station. A stranger was following behind him. From his appearance, he wasn’t very old.

But, what caught Joshua’s attention were the two goat-like horns on his head.

Those… were the symbols of a demon.