My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"Pockland, that playwright? He doesn't seem to have anything to do with Richard, does he?"

"It really has little to do with him personally... To be precise, it's His Majesty the King who wanted to meet with Pokran."

Gavin revealed the inside story: "The King already loved Pokran's previous works, and this new production, 'The Love of a Noble Lady,' has impressed His Majesty even more, and he wants it to be performed in the Royal Theatre."

“Isn’t that great?” Wayne said.

“No…it’s different.” Gavin frowned. “You may not know, but the court theater had previously only staged traditional church plays.”

"Pokran is an even more controversial figure. When he first arrived in the capital, some church members demanded that he be expelled immediately. In his latest work, he directly attacks the church for using God's name to seize private interests. Yesterday, the palace was already in an uproar over this matter."

“Then last night His Highness went to…” Wayne paused, suddenly realizing something. “You mean, the prince went to support Pokran at the king’s request?”

“That’s right,” Gavin sighed.

"His Majesty the King insists on meeting Pokran, so we have to use other methods to build momentum for him and give him the ability to deal with the Church's attacks... However, His Highness the Prince is still too young."

After saying that, he looked at Wayne with anticipation.

What's the point of telling me all this... Damn, you don't want Duke Elliott to show up, do you?

Wayne's expression was complicated.

Thinking back to how His Highness had wanted to invite Chris to watch the show together, he suddenly realized that he might have underestimated the cunning of these noblemen.

“Why doesn’t the King speak directly to Duke Elliott?” he asked.

Gavin seemed surprised that Wayne would ask such a question, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

After thinking for a while, he said uncertainly, "Maybe it's because he's the king."

Bah, not speaking directly means they don't want to give others a reason to criticize them.

The king did not want to directly provoke the church, but he insisted on supporting Pokran's work, making his intentions quite obvious.

Wayne didn't want to get involved, and he wasn't confident he could persuade Duke Elliott to take the lead.

For important figures like them, their status and stance are tools that can be used to make a big fuss. If Elliott really gets involved, Wayne doesn't think the church camp will simply think that His Excellency the Duke is just passing by.

“His Highness has always wanted to have an open and honest talk with you, but he has been hesitant,” Gavin said very sincerely. “As a friend, I feel obligated to help him when he is in trouble.”

"Of course, it's not necessary for you to make any commitment now. I believe that as long as Wayne conveys this matter to Duke Elliott, he will make a decision."

After saying this, Gavin turned and left.

"church……"

Wayne remained where he was, lost in thought.

In the original work, the church plays a very minor role, seemingly only to make the story more relatable to a Western medieval setting.

From beginning to end, Wayne had no idea what the church had actually done, never imagining that it actually wielded such great power that it could even influence the king's decisions.

He finally realized that something was wrong with the world, and that everything seemed ambiguous.

Based on my past experience, can it really still act as a magic touch?

Chapter 30 Chris's Charge

As a result, Wayne still relayed the matter to Duke Elliott.

"That's how it is. I don't know what His Highness was thinking, and why he was hesitant to say it to my face."

He tried his best to detach himself from the narrative so as not to interfere with Eliot's judgment.

To this, Elliott simply said "I know" and then offered no further comment.

"Dad—" Chris's voice came shortly after.

The moment he heard his beloved daughter calling him, a smile spread across Elliott's face, and he got up and walked to the study door: "What is it, Chris?"

His tone was exceptionally gentle.

Chris held up a glass of mysterious orange-colored beverage and presented it to Elliot like a treasure. "Daddy, look! This is my newly developed special orange juice recipe!"

"Oh my, our Chris is absolutely amazing!" Duke Elliott exclaimed with delight as he took the drink, pretending to take a sip, and then insincerely praised, "It's so delicious! Make some for Mom too!"

“Mom has already drunk her drink.” Chris blinked her big eyes and asked cutely, “What are Dad talking about with Wayne?”

"It's nothing, just checking his homework." Elliot's act of lying to the child was very natural. "You guys go play."

So Chris jogged over, smiling, and pulled him outside. "Wayne, come see the new clothes I designed for Little White."

Wayne had initially thought she had actually made some bizarre clothes and was considering whether he should advise her to let the dog go.

But to his surprise, as soon as Chris left the study, she asked him with a serious expression what he and Elliott were talking about.

"It's about the playwright Pokland..."

Originally, he had no intention of deliberately hiding it, and Wayne told Chris what Gavin had said to him.

Chris listened to every word, then muttered to herself, "Actually, I've heard that Pokran is a very handsome older man."

Wayne said, "Miss, isn't your focus a bit off?"

“In that case, why don’t we go and meet him ourselves?” Chris suddenly said.

Wayne said in surprise, "But Father hasn't decided whether to provide him with shelter yet."

"Who cares about all that! Let's meet first and see what happens."

Hey, you're just after his looks, aren't you? You must be!

Without hesitation, Chris took Wayne and, under the guise of going out for fun, rushed to the market theater to meet Pokran.

Recently, this small theater has been completely booked by Pokran, with his plays being performed every day, and the atmosphere is getting more and more exciting each day.

The theater staff, who initially intended to turn them away, exchanged glances after learning that they were from the Winchester family, and then led them backstage to the studio.

The weather outside the theater was slightly cool, but once you entered the backstage area, it felt a bit stuffy and the lighting wasn't very good.

"Commander, the Wenche family has come to visit."

The young man who brought them in gently knocked on the wooden door of the innermost workroom.

No response.

"Commander?" The young man increased his pounding, banging hard on the door.

"Hmm... I'm here, I'm here, please come in." A voice that sounded like someone who had just woken up rang out.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Chris went straight into the room, with Wayne following closely behind.

A beam of light peeked in from outside the door, quietly illuminating a small area of ​​space.

Books and papers were scattered everywhere, leaving no room to even step.

With a soft "snap," the candlelight in the room was lit. "Sorry... I accidentally fell asleep. Please stay put, I'll be right there to clean up."

'Is this Pokran?' Wayne looked him over.

His clothes, which he had worn for many years, were a bit faded from washing. His hair was messy and he looked haggard, but this did not detract from his handsome appearance at all.

He has a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eyes.

Even though he is no longer young, he certainly lives up to the rumors of being a handsome man.

"You're Pokran?" Chris asked.

Pokran paused slightly as he looked at the little girl dressed in aristocratic attire.

"Yes, it is I."

After lighting the candles, Pokran hurriedly picked up the manuscripts scattered on the floor.

Wayne was about to help him pick up some when Pokran's expression changed, and he shouted, "Wait!" before rushing over and snatching the manuscript from Wayne's hand.

"I'm sorry, but please don't touch these as they are original manuscripts."

...Since it's so important, please get everything ready before inviting us in!

“It’s alright.” Wayne smiled understandingly.

It's called tidying up, but it's really just stacking them up and piling them in another corner.

But after he cleaned it up, he finally managed to free up a small space where he could stretch out and move around.

"Please sit down, please sit down..." Pokran patted the dusty long sofa.

Chris frowned but did not sit down.

“I am Chris Wincher,” she said. “I am here on behalf of my father, Duke Elliott Wincher, to discuss a deal with you.”

Both Pokran and Wayne showed surprise.

“What deal?” Pokran asked.

Chris glanced back at the young man still standing at the door.

"Bob, you can go ahead and get busy. Just close the door behind you."

Pokran dismissed the unrelated personnel.

"Now you can speak, miss?"

"Excuse me for being blunt, but you are in a very dangerous situation." Chris's small face showed no fear whatsoever.

Pokran wasn't angry at her alarmist words, but instead laughed at herself, saying, "The journey of life is a war that never ends, so when is there a time without danger?"

"The danger I'm referring to is the danger that you could very well be killed in public tomorrow."

Pokran's pupils contracted.

“Mr. Pokran must understand that the people of the church now wish they could get rid of you as soon as possible, and even the king probably cannot protect your safety.”

With her hands in her pockets, she said in a mocking tone, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be holed up in this ordinary, even somewhat shabby, theater, but would be a guest of honor of the king."

Pokran looked at Chris silently without saying a word.

“Miss Chris, what do you want from me?” After a long pause, he said softly. “All I have is a pen.”

“What I need is your pen,” Chris said earnestly.

She took a booklet from her handbag and handed it to Pokran.

Pokran took it, glanced at it, and looked surprised.

"This is not difficult for you at all, but it can bring you a safe creative environment. The choice is entirely up to you."

Pokran rubbed his head in anguish and said, "Can you give me some time? I need to think about it carefully."

"Sure, but if your delay causes other unforeseen circumstances, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself."

After saying that, Chris turned and left with a very nonchalant air.

Wayne glanced at Pokran, then at Chris's retreating figure, and quickly followed, looking completely bewildered.

Upon exiting the theater, the Duke's carriage was still waiting at the entrance.

"Chris, what was that booklet you just handed him?" Wayne asked curiously.

"You should call me 'sister'." Chris always patiently reminded her about the proper way to address her.

But she quickly forgot about that and whispered excitedly, "That thing—it's a sponsorship advertisement!"

"Wayne, I'm going to be rich!" Chris grabbed Wayne and shook him from side to side, laughing out loud while sitting in the carriage.

A jewel-adorned carriage slowly drove along the flat road paved with bluestone, leaving behind a series of strange, barbell-like "oh ho ho ho~" sounds.

Chapter 31 Wayne's Shura Field

Ascletis was determined to make some changes.

Although she still doesn't understand what Wayne Wincher meant by "cuteness".

But she thought that as long as she could become a completely different person from herself, she could leave a "deep and surprising impression" on His Highness, just as he said.

As a result, she became gentler, spoke more approachably, and her style of dress completely shifted towards a simple and elegant look.

When her followers tried to curry favor with her, she would simply say, "Don't disturb my studies," and shut them all out.

She felt herself getting better, and after focusing on her studies, she even had fewer random thoughts.

"Lord Gere seems to be acting strangely lately..." You would occasionally hear someone say that.