01.
"Captain Magnolia" firmly occupied the center of the topic of Three Kingdoms and One Island during this month.
After another movie ended, many people were wowed after watching Captain Yulan arrive seventy years later.
Seeing Bucky being found by Hydra in the easter egg, many people fucked up.
Diane swallowed, feeling that the images of wars, explosions, and heroes rushing towards the enemy with their shields high still remained in her brain.
After watching "Captain Magnolia" five times, Diane finally picked up a pen for the first time and began to write her first film review.
"The previous movies were very rich in connotations, such as "Pirates of the Caribbean", with nobles adhering to glory, chasing freedom, resisting traditional systems, love, family, friendship... These movies with rich connotations can always make everyone Everyone finds something in it that can move them. But I think "Captain Magnolia" is different. From the beginning to the end, this movie only talks about one concept, one thought, that is what is a hero.
When Steve has not yet gained power, he has already revealed the essence of a hero. He said to the bully 'I can spend the whole day with you', even though he was in the bottom position during the special training, he still Never giving up, he rushed forward and hugged the magic crystal bomb when everyone was running away; many people were shocked by what he did after gaining power, but in fact, if you understand his character without gaining power, then Everyone will take everything that happened after that for granted.
His Majesty the Demon King spent nearly two hours showing us the epic of traditional heroes.
Here there is an argument between the mage and the general. The general believes that kindness cannot win the war, but bravery, and he finally told us that bravery plus kindness can win everything.
I think of St. Everdin, I think of the dark elves who fought side by side with him at that time, I think of the Pope who was forced to become a demon, and I think of many people. We humans need this kind of hero, the demons also need this kind of hero, and the world needs this kind of hero. They are like a light there, always guiding us who are confused how to move forward. "
The review was published as the front page of the magazine.
In fact, in theory, the development of movies should develop from traditional hero movies to non-traditional hero movies, but Hill has been engaging in non-traditional movies from the beginning, so the sensation caused by "Captain Magnolia" even Hill I didn't expect it.
There are countless compliments, and there is no such thing as Hill was worried about some people criticizing Captain Yulan for being too old-fashioned and preaching—you must know that Hill has seen many criticisms of Captain America on Earth. It seems that people from other worlds in this era are relatively simple.
Reminiscent of the back of this era, Hill came to a sudden. The world has never been very peaceful. The bloody plague islands, the persecuted Mortons, the continuous wars in various countries, the great lack of material and spiritual things between demons and humans, and humans and humans, all these have given Xi Here is my chance to carry out this aggression from the inside out. The world has longed for heroes for far too long. Hill thought.
"In the movie "Captain Magnolia", Captain Yulan is still Captain Yulan of the Magnolia Empire, but I hope that the next "Avengers: Alien Invasion" Captain Yulan has become Captain Yulan of the Magnolia Continent."
"Captain Yulan is by far the most touching character on the screen. I can see that there are many unfinished things in the movie. He used his great actions to live himself into a symbol. I am very much looking forward to the next movie. I am also very much looking forward to... that such a person really exists on the Yulan Continent."
Under such circumstances, the cover of the magazine for three consecutive issues is related to "Captain Magnolia", while the cover of the fourth issue is meaningful, or malicious. However, Hill's meaning is generally related to some people's ill intentions hehe.
The cover of the fourth issue of the magazine is a world map. The Magnolia Empire, Mülheim, the Dijon Tribe, and the Plague Islands are dyed the color of Magnolia flowers. The clouds above vaguely form the appearance of Captain Magnolia's shield. Oh of course, the support state of the Church of Illuminati was abandoned.
This far-reaching cover sparked extensive discussions, some of which went beyond Hill's original intention, so Hill simply didn't give a final explanation, and let everyone continue to discuss.
02．
When Joan walked into the meeting hall of the Plague Islands, it was in chaos. Since this year, the conflicts between the locals and the pirates have been increasing day by day, and finally broke out in the form of three consecutive large-scale bloodshed.
The original native elders of the Plague Islands obviously had no experience in solving these problems, so Jombek, who was just passing by, was forcibly pulled here. And there was Jacob who was complaining endlessly beside him: "The pirates are really getting too much, and the Dead Bird doesn't care about it. Well, I know this has no direct connection with the Dead Bird, but indirectly It is precisely because the status of Captain Rhodes is increasing day by day, and the status of the entire pirate group has been elevated, and then some small-timers came in... No, it seems that most of the pirates are the same small-timers like you. You heard Did I say anything? Well, you didn't hear me, I mean..."
"I think you can really shut up, in the name of Poseidon." Jon Baker really wanted to gag Jacob's mouth with the money bag or something else in his hand.
"Oh, it looks like you heard that," Jacob said.
Joan Baker rolled his eyes and decided to ignore Jacob completely. After pushing open the office door, Jon Baker looked at the piled up documents and said, "... I was obviously just a businessman at first."
"If you don't want to, you can leave this to me." Jacob put forward his opinion.
"Then I'll see you close my shop while you're done with these things," Joan Baker said.
"You're thinking wrong," Jacob said. "You're taking care of these things while you're knocking down your store."
Joan Baker clicked his tongue, "Don't let you fall into my hands, Jacob."
Jacob also smirked at Joan Baker, "It's you who should be on guard, my dear Joan, the Plague Islands are my home field."
"If you really have this kind of thinking, you are not far from death." Joan Baker went to the desk and flipped through the top file, "I suggest you put down your prejudice against me, and let's quickly review the recent things together. After dealing with it, it is best not to bother that Majesty with these trivial matters."
Seeing Joan Baker get serious, Jacob murmured: "Is even this kind of thing a trivial matter... Then what is that guy focusing on on weekdays?"
Jombek looked at the sky outside. It was the dry season of the Plague Islands at the turn of spring and summer, and the sky showed a dry blue color. Only some tiny clouds stuck in the air like confetti. Like dehydrated dry white leaves.
"He can make the sky rain, and he can make the sky clear after the rain," Joan Baker said.
"I know what you mean, but it's not strong enough," Jacob said.
"He changed the world and changed the situation." Joan Baker continued.
"This sentence is not literary enough." Jacob commented.
Joan Baker took one look at him and said, "He can crush you to death."
"Oh well, this sentence sounds powerful. Well... let's study how to solve this problem together." Jacob touched his nose and said.
Joan Baker nodded with satisfaction: "You finally said something human."
Jacob: ...
Joan Baker, your uncle!
03．
Coincidentally, when Jacob was chattering, the dark elf Albrecht beside Hill was also chattering.
Now the elder of the Demon Realm, the Demon Dragon Gormon is busy in the army, and is often sold by Sheila to sell meat; the death knight Gordenia has done more work, which is equivalent to the former prime minister among human beings. ;Ghost Bins has become a bridge between human magicians and demons; Lich Alighieri, besides serving as the special effects artist for Hill's movie, has also started shooting MVs, short plays, etc., and the next Hill intends to let him I filmed films independently, and even said that I would be responsible for this part of the work in the future.
Hill is now slowly pulling away from things—that's why he didn't ask about the unrest in the Plague Isles before.
But only the dark elf Albrecht always seems to be out of work, which makes him feel unappreciated.
Albrecht leaned over when Hill opened the most recent documents of the Modu: "My lord, my lord, have you thought too much about it and told me something about it, I can help?"
"Think about it." Hill said, "I gave up thinking about it when you were talking."
Albrecht almost burst into tears.
After sending him to the army for the time being, Hill nestled in the recliner, which looked like a comfortable armchair. The dusk gradually cooled and dimmed, and the twilight and shadows covered the wilderness outside in turn. There was no moon tonight, so there was no bloody moonlight to cause trouble.
"It feels like you've been getting more and more anxious recently," Hill said.
"Me?" said Albrecht.
"Yeah." Hill nodded.
"It may be that my king, you are speeding up a lot of things, and then finishing a lot of things... So if you still have no work at this time, I feel that I won't be of much use in the future." Albrecht said.
Twilight and darkness seeped into the room
"Ah, it was you who noticed it first." Hill was a little surprised, "Oh, yes, your intuition has always been accurate. You are obviously an elegant and noble elf, but you actually have a beast-like intuition. It feels like you are more It's charming."
"Ah, my intuition tells me that my king is sincere in saying this." Albrecht said.
"I mean what I say to most people," Hill said.
Erwin was not here today, and when the sky darkened, so did the courtyard. Albrecht walked over and lit the bronze candlestick in the house with magic, and then took the candlestick to light up all the light sources in the house one by one: "Actually, I have always been a little curious," Albrecht tilted the candlestick, watching the wax drop by drop Roll down, "My king really always speaks the truth, even to the humble."
"Are you going to say 'my king is so kind' in your next sentence?" Hill asked.
"I didn't speculate on my king's thoughts... I'm just curious." Albrecht said.
"If I want to kill a comparable opponent, I will tell him that I am very friendly to you, and such a lie is valuable; if I want to kill a lowly person as you say, I tell him that I will kill you, then he So what can I do?" Hillwo said comfortably in the recliner.
"My king... is really proud."
"I thought you should be relieved by this, and knelt down and said that you are indeed my king."
"Is this what you hoped for?"
"I think that's what you want," Hill said, eyes closed.
"Ah... it seems to be true." Albrecht said.
Hill still had his eyes closed, and he told Albrecht to open the window, feeling the pleasant early summer wind, and the pores of his body were opened: "It has indeed entered some finishing stages recently." He had no intention of continuing to talk about those things with Albrecht. Che Jilu said, although he knew that to some extent he was betraying his heart: "I have discussed this issue with Monroe before, and now I am more passive and play by ear. The advantages, but the disadvantages are also obvious. For example, the sacrificial paladins, such as the destroyed villages. Of course, I can also argue that those cards are held by the church, and they may have to play them sooner or later, but what I know better is that if If I take the initiative to mess up the situation, maybe these things will not go to that point even if they happen."
"So you're really doing some finishing touches where you're playing all your cards," Albrecht said.
"Yes. Foresight is a good thing, but ten birds in the forest are not as good as one bird in the hand. Let's fight first." Hill changed his position and nestled in the seat, and even hugged the pillow in his arms, "Besides, I have One bird is enough, ten birds is NP."
Albrecht: "Uh, my king, you... ahem... I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything. What did I want to say? Your words are so powerful that I forgot..."
"You're talking about the finishing touches," Hill reminded.
"Okay... what I want to say is, what should I do if I run out of cards in my hand?"
"Find new cards, or, let them have no future." Hill said scary words in a chatty tone.
The house became quiet for a while, the early summer wind blew the leaves, and the leaves rustled, and the wilderness in the distance was gradually blooming with vitality.
big boss. The devil is crowned. The noble Lord of the Demon Realm. His Majesty Greenwald.
The person in front of him has many titles, but to Albrecht he is just 'My King' from beginning to end.
Even Monroe's address to him has changed, only Albrecht's attitude towards him has not changed. No matter what he looks like, no matter whether he is bloodthirsty, warlike, arrogant, or he is now so capable of turning his hands into clouds and rain, he always respects and loves him.
He's willing to be more human for his sake, and he knows he likes humans. He also knew that he had the habit of lighting lamps at night, but the previous demon kings did not have this habit, and most demons could see at night. After the defeat, the Demon King changed a lot, and Albrecht knew that the Demon King might have changed gradually, but Albrecht, who had been watching him carefully, knew that the Demon King changed all at once, like It's like a different person. But Albrecht felt that it didn't matter, as long as he was still the Lord Demon King, as long as he still had that smell, then he would show his loyalty as always, and let him do whatever he wanted, even if he died immediately.
At this moment, the Lord Demon King whom he respected very much said to him: "Actually, what I did was not obvious. I thought I could see only a few things. It seems that your observation and intuition are really powerful."
"Hmm." Wax oil began to drip from the fallen candlestick, and the wax oil dripped onto the back of Albrecht's hand drop by drop. He stared at the condensed white solid for a while, and heard his calm voice: "As I can tell that you don't intend to develop the same relationship with me other than the Demon King and his subordinates."
"I thought about it for two seconds, should I say 'you know' or 'so what kind of answer do you want to hear?' or 'otherwise'..." Hill said seriously.
His attitude made Albrecht twitch the corner of his mouth involuntarily, and the original sadness disappeared: "... I said, my king, what is the difference between these few words?"
"The degree of scum is different, but it's enough to make you smile." Hill raised his lips.
"Actually, I was twitching the corners of my mouth, not smiling... Forget it, whatever you say is whatever..."
"As the five great elders, you should have the principle that what the devil says is what he says," Hill said.
"Yes, my lord," said Albrecht.
After the dark elves left, Hill made a pot of tea by himself, and spent more than an hour sorting out the recent schedule and filling in some details. After sorting out these things, he put the stack of plans next to the candlestick and burned them, then blew the ashes in his palm, and said with emotion: "It's really scum."
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