Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

Unlike the registered spellcaster assessment where you can just look at other people's ideas and make them your own, you are not allowed to copy others when making phantoms.

Next to Jia Xiu's studio is Jacob, the Son of God chosen by the Holy Light.

He is leading three Vatican students to plan this round of works.

"First and foremost, we must promote the teachings of the Holy Light and spread the gospel of the Holy Light!"

Jacob set the tone the moment he opened his mouth.

The other three were reluctant to say that this goal might not attract too many viewers.

Doctrine and the Gospel are the absolute "correctness" of the Holy See.

Anyone who dares to question it is impious, impiety is paganism, and paganism is the desire to tarnish the Holy Light, and this is an infinite downward slide.

Jacob had his hands behind his back. He didn't plan to do any manual work this round because he was not familiar with illusions and hallucinations.

He only needs to act as a commander and lead the team members forward under the protection of holy light.

"We can draw inspiration from miraculous stories found in ancient books, which will surely move countless audiences."

At this time, someone finally raised his hand weakly.

"Um, Holy Son, aren't the miracle stories in the scriptures a bit too clichéd..."

"What? Watch your words! You're calling miracle stories corny!"

The Holy Light Church attacks pagans when there is a threat from pagans, and attacks each other internally when there is no threat from pagans.

As the Son of God, this skill of picking out words and making accusations has long been so proficient that it has become part of his blood.

The student's face turned pale with fright.

"No, what I mean is that most people in the city have probably already listened to the teachings of the Holy Light. Seeing a story they are already familiar with might not be very appealing. Besides, no illusion can perfectly express the holiness of the miracle!"

He thought quickly and gave a reason that was very consistent with the values ​​of the Vatican.

Jacob was very pleased to hear his words. Another young believer had understood the rules of the Church.

"So, what kind of illusion do you think should be used to spread the gospel of Holy Light?"

"I think we should use a light-hearted, interesting, and down-to-earth story, like a farce, to tell a fable, and then elevate it to the point of spreading the gospel of Holy Light."

Jacob stroked his chin and thought for a moment.

"That makes sense. Let's do as you say. Do you have any good ideas for funny fables?"

"Yes, Holy Son, yes."

He took out a small notebook and said, "These are all the comedy scripts I wrote myself, which also promote the Holy Light."

Jacob took it and flipped through it.

No, it’s too well written.

It is interesting and has a point.

Of course it is good for the game, but if it is used directly, how can it reflect his leadership status as the Son of God?

No, I have to change something to prove that I am the leader.

"Hmm...it's good, but not great enough. I think the ending should be more profound. It's too superficial now, not enough to make the audience cry."

"But this is a farce."

"A comedy should also bring tears to one's eyes. Otherwise, how can it be considered a baptism of holy light? Revise it, make it more sublime, make the message more profound. What? The twist is too abrupt? This is a necessary compromise to express the main theme..."

Thus, the poor comedy writer, at the request of the Son of God, gloomily revised his script in a strange direction.

I couldn't show my displeasure, so I could only curse in my heart.

So stupid! They must be the dumbest group in this round if they insist on trying to be profound in a farce...

……

Meanwhile, next door to the next door.

Uckermark seed player, Justus's studio.

"We want the audience to feel the toughness and cruelty that the Uckermark people experienced growing up through the illusion! This way, they will definitely understand the spirit of the empire!"

Chapter 121 Is there something mixed in this illusion?

Three days later, late at night.

The works of all the groups participating in the second round of the competition have been displayed in the exhibition venue, waiting for the official opening of the exhibition to welcome the audience the next morning.

All contestants are not allowed to appear in the venue at that time to avoid people matching the contestants with their works.

You are only allowed to put a signboard with a brief introduction of the content there.

There is a magic device placed on each booth, which can bring the vision and hearing of up to 50 people into the illusion at the same time.

50 people is also the maximum number of people that each booth can accommodate. If there are more, you will have to queue.

Professor Tanshuer felt that with nearly 70 works in total, the maximum number of visitors could be over 3000, which was definitely enough. The exhibition would last for three days, not just one time.

In order to be fair and eliminate the impact of different traffic flows caused by booths, the location of the exhibition area will be adjusted every half a day.

All the audiences who come here will receive a commemorative booklet. After each work is watched, the marking spell will print a corresponding mark in the booklet, which will show the number of times the work was watched.

This kind of collection-style commemorative album is intended to encourage viewers to look at different works rather than just blindly viewing one work.

However, not everyone can view all the works during their time at the exhibition. In order to satisfy the collecting hobbies of some people, the exhibition will be open for another week after the three days, but the number of viewers at that time will no longer be counted in the results.

Although Santello's performance in the competition was not very good, its services around the event were the best.

Maybe it’s because they have been “not doing their job” all along.

And now, in the pitch-black venue, several sneaky figures flashed into the venue.

It's the devil team led by John.

Because most demons are born with dark vision, they can still move freely in unlit venues.

"Location," John whispered.

"Follow me." Another undercover devil led the way.

After learning from their mistakes and regaining their morale, the devils decided to hit Jia Xiu hard in the second round to make him doubt himself.

To this end, they made a careful plan.

I scouted the venue in advance and had a full grasp of the security personnel's activity schedule and the location of Jia Xiu's exhibition booth.

The leading devil skillfully led the team to sneak to Jia Xiu's booth.

The second step of the plan is to cast the spell on the base where the magic device is placed.

This was a "brilliant move" that John had painstakingly thought of.

Casting spells directly on the phantom itself will be discovered. In order to protect the contestants' works from being destroyed, Sandro's team added protective spells to all the works.

You cannot cast spells directly on the magic device either, as the magic device will be inspected every day.

Therefore, the best solution is to cast a spell on the base that affects the emotions of people nearby, and then cover it up.

No one will notice a base.

The spell will affect every audience member who comes here. As long as they suppress their emotions and feel dissatisfied, I believe that no matter what Jia Xiu's work is like, it will receive a lot of negative reviews.

Once word of bad reviews spreads, there will be no new viewers.

The discontent will also become a wave of public opinion, and Jia Xiu's works will certainly be subjected to countless verbal attacks.

The cumulative effects of verbal attacks are as terrible as physical injuries!

By then, when Jia Xiu sees that his work has only a few viewers and those who have seen it are criticizing it, he will surely fall into deep self-doubt and pain!

That is the best time to fall into depravity!

Thinking of this, John was not too excited. They had failed with Jia Xiu several times.

I have a vague feeling that this time it might not be very successful.

No, you can't think like that.

Certainly possible.

John now even wants to believe in the God of Destiny, but he doesn't know whether He can bless the demons.

If he wasn't afraid of causing too much noise, he would have wanted to kidnap Jia Xiu by force.

This operation cannot be completed in just one night. The damn organizer has to change the location regularly. We have to come tomorrow night, and the night after the night after that.

I've never felt happy being undercover.

The chain demon in the team has already started casting spells.

John tells the time with his pocket watch.

"Three minutes until the next patrol begins."

"immediately……"

The Chain Demon muttered in reply.

Two minutes later, the spell was complete and they were able to flash safely out of the arena.

Outside the venue, the Chain Demon sighed and asked, "Chief, can we succeed this time?"

John wanted to answer "Of course he could", but he couldn't say it.

"Hopefully."

I feel embarrassed after saying it.

He's supposed to be the devil that brings despair, yet he's speaking of hope...

The next day.

The exhibition officially begins.

Simon, the owner of a local bakery, came to join in the fun after selling his morning bread.

He is actually a half-elf, but Simon is a human name because this is an elf city, so a human name must be used.