Alien world

Chapter 1725, Chapter 358: You are not as good as Annan

The nobles gradually quieted down, feeling both gratitude and fear towards Annam.

"Sir, I am..." a frail middle-aged nobleman began.

“I have no interest in knowing who you are or which family you belong to,” Annan interrupted him. “You’ve already heard what I said to the Baron, and you know what to do… unless you want to become puppets like before again.”

Many people looked pale and ashamed, their souls sealed inside their bodies, tormented for days and nights without rest... They didn't want to go through it anymore.

"But don't blame me for not warning you, if any of you try to escape... the Baron won't hesitate to kill you, turn you into real puppets, and let your corpses continue to dance in the manor."

The thought of that scene sent chills down everyone's spines, and their gratitude towards Annan diminished considerably.

Annan didn't care: "Hate me? Then hate me. Remember, it's Baron Jim Kelly..."

The baron beside him glanced sideways.

"...And I, Olme, am the one who kept you trapped here. Alright, dismissed."

The nobles looked at each other, and some tried to step out of the dance floor. Only after discovering that they had not been punished did they rush out.

The girl was swept up in the procession, constantly looking back at Annam.

Annan waved to her.

Soon, the banquet hall, now empty of guests, fell silent, with only the two magic stones still emitting music and noise.

“I thought you would make them grateful to you,” Baron Jim Kelly said unexpectedly.

"What good is their gratitude? Even a fool could tell it's just a promise of status and treasure. Do I need that?" Annan scoffed. "And if they actually believed me, do you believe that the first thing they'd do after rescuing me would be to silence me?"

Baron Jim Kelly whispered, “The Chaos Cult practices disorder, while the evil flowers that the Nobles cultivate through order are a hundred times more wicked.”

"There's no need to flatter yourself. Nobles aren't good people, and neither are you chaotic sects."

Annan, who believed in treating everyone equally, noticed the Baron looking over and changed his tune, saying, "Oh, us."

"Alright, now that we've covered the basics, let's move on to the advanced content."

"There's an advanced level?"

"Even if the nobles cooperate with you, it will only reduce some resistance. I don't think you can control them to do sophisticated things, can you?"

"Do you have a good idea?"

Annan held up two fingers: "There are two paths. The first is logic, the second is story."

"logic?"

"Call it laziness if you will, you've already created a prototype, but it's not enough."

"For example, if your theme is a banquet and you fill the dance floor to the brim, but leave other places empty, it will subconsciously feel discordant. So what if you bring out a few puppets, nothing too complicated, and have them walk around the manor along a fixed route, sit on benches and talk, and stand in front of statues and comment? Wouldn't that make the scene more vivid?"

Baron Jim Kelly frowned, finding Annan's statement contradictory: "Didn't you say this was too fake..."

"So that brings us to the second point, the story."

Annan spoke eloquently, as the most famous director and actor on the continent of Allen, no one was more qualified to teach than him: "As visual animals, we mainly observe the world through sight, but human observation ability is limited. Usually, our attention will only focus on one place. For example, seeing people in the wilderness, or seeing people arguing on the street."

"Based on this, we can guide the audience's gaze and attention, leading them forward in the steps we envision."

"Isn't that a limitation?" "How could you think that way? When you read literature or watch magical images, do you feel like you're being limited? None of them give you the freedom to choose your own path, but they still present a vivid world."

Baron Jim Carrey may not have understood much, but his ability to learn is his strength.

"Remember, you are the creator. Your work should allow the audience to understand the author's thoughts, rather than making them think 'What the hell am I watching?' after watching for a while."

This statement struck a chord with Baron Jim Kelly.

"So, how do we guide the audience? That's the story I mentioned earlier. The reason why magical images are so appealing is because they have a theme, a story that draws us in."

"Otherwise, if you just find a grassland in the wild, film for a few hours, and then show it in a theater, the only reason the audience won't beat you up is because they don't have hands."

Baron Jim Kelly nodded repeatedly, like a puppet on a string.

"As long as your story is compelling enough, no one will care if there are some plot holes or flaws in the background. Just like in 'Bertall's Redemption,' Bertal used a spoon to scratch the prison wall..."

"The male protagonist's name is Andy, and Bertal is the name of the prison."

"Oh right, Andy, Andy dug such a long tunnel with a spoon for 10 years, is that even possible? But nobody cares whether he can actually do it, the audience only cares whether he can escape."

As he spoke, Annan fast-forwarded the magical image to the moment when the window shattered, the rat swarm rushed in, and all the guests looked up in fear, then froze the image.

Amidst a sea of ​​terrified faces looking up, one actor stood out, grinning foolishly.

“Will you notice?” Annan asked Baron Jim Kelly.

Baron Jim Kelly shook his head; only then did he believe that Olmec could truly help him complete the work.

Logic and story...

"I choose the story."

"Baron Jim Kelly said, and then Olme looked at him with a strange expression."

"Who gave you the choice? I said there were two paths, not that they couldn't coexist."

Having been belittled so many times by Annan, Baron Jim Kelly was practically ready to swallow his pride and calmly asked, "How do we unite?"

"It gives the audience a focal point. For example, is it more tiring to control dozens of guests and make them dance together, or to have a beautiful young couple embracing on the dance floor while a group of people stand outside clapping and whispering?"

"former."

In fact, just keeping so many people dancing consumed almost half of Baron Jim Kelly's energy.

"So do you think it's more interesting to have a bunch of people dancing in a chaotic mess, or to have them outside the dance floor watching teenagers dance solo?"

Of course the latter.

"Alright, now that you've learned how to highlight the key points, let's create a spectacular banquet."

Ignoring the teasing in Annan's words, Baron Jim Kelly's gaze towards him changed. If he had previously intended to use him and then discard him, now he couldn't bear to.

"Olme, you are a genius."

“How does he compare to Annan Reeves?” Annan asked deliberately.

“I admit that you are the most talented person I have ever met in terms of art, but you are still far from being as talented as Annan Reeves.”

(End of this chapter)