My older sister is a villainous rich girl

So, with those words in mind, Pokran resolutely joined another theater troupe that was touring the provinces. He left the capital and wandered for fourteen years.

Along the way, he witnessed many beautiful sights he had never seen before and learned many stories he had never known before.

Poklin himself rose from a humble apprentice to become the head of a theater company, and then to a renowned writer who penned his own plays.

Fourteen years later... he finally returned to the capital, though the city was so unfamiliar that he could hardly recognize it.

Everywhere you look, there are spectators cheering and applauding.

He went from a vibrant young man to a prematurely graying middle-aged man; from an unknown nobody to a guest of honor of the Duke.

Time truly flies, and years are merciless.

Pokran sat quietly in his guest room at the Duke’s mansion, looking out at the meticulously maintained and pleasing courtyard.

Perhaps, in the near future, I will be able to buy a house with a large courtyard?

He stared blankly for an unknown amount of time when a bright red color suddenly caught his eye, and his gaze froze.

Chris led Wayne, who was holding a dog in a red dress, into the side courtyard.

Chapter 33 Preparation

It has been some time since we last met.

Chris had previously handed him a booklet listing "eighteen ways to subtly insert advertisements." Normally, he would never agree to such a request to alter his work.

Although no one had ever made such a strange request before.

However, circumstances were beyond his control. When he discovered that church members were following him from time to time, he felt that as long as he didn't go too far, making minor changes to the dialogue shouldn't be a big problem.

Lately, he has been troubled by his efforts to learn the knowledge in that booklet.

So he wasn't happy when he saw Chris.

"Miss Chris and Young Master Wayne, what brings you here so suddenly?"

Chris gestured for Wayne to come forward.

Wayne placed the dog in front of Pokran: "Mr. Pokran, could you perhaps give this dog some screen time? Its name is Little White."

Pokran's lips twitched.

The puppy in front of me looked very well-behaved, gently wagging its tail, its dark eyes staring at me, it was indescribably cute.

'Have the perverse tastes of today's powerful and wealthy reached such a level? They even want their own dog to go on stage and strut around.'

"Sorry, I have no intention of assigning a role to a dog."

The protagonists of his works are mostly working people from the lower classes, and their joys and sorrows are all things he has personally witnessed over the years.

It's already incredibly difficult for ordinary people to survive in this country, so what are these nobles doing? They're thinking about how to dress up their dogs!

That's ridiculous.

He began to doubt whether agreeing to the other party's request was a mistake.

“…Then I’ll write a scene myself, as long as Mr. Pokran adapts it into a stage play and gives it a special performance or two in your theater company,” Chris said.

"Don't joke around, you... what do you know about writing, you little kid!"

Although I always knew that the Wintour family's daughter was eccentric, it seems she is completely ignorant of her own limitations.

Chris pulled out a handful of 50-grande notes, unfolded them like a fan, and gently covered her nose and lips, as well as the meaningful smile behind her.

"Just consider it extra money for the theater company. Even Mr. Pokran's theater company doesn't only perform your works, right?"

Pokran fell silent.

She was right. Although her troupe's abilities were undeniable, they hadn't made much money over the years.

As the team leader, he not only had to support himself, but also the team of dozens of people.

"This dog is too small; it probably doesn't meet the basic requirements for performing on stage."

"It's very obedient."

Chris called out, "Little White, sit down!"

The puppy obediently sat down on the spot.

"Get down!"

The puppy obediently lay down on the ground.

"Get out of here!"

The puppy rolled over.

"Call!"

It barked "Awoo...Woof..."

Pokran's eyes widened in disbelief. "This...this dog..."

On the other side, Wayne was already clenching his fists.

She tried every possible method to train it, including coercion and enticement, but Little White always ignored her. However, it became softer than noodles in front of Chris.

Do you look down on me? Hmm—?

"See!" Chris said proudly, "It'll definitely be a great actor!"

Pokran was still somewhat incredulous.

He had never seen such an obedient puppy before. There may be other animals that can obey commands, but those require years of training to achieve the desired effect.

But the one in front of me is clearly still a baby, its paws are all pink.

He tried to give it commands like Chris did.

"Back off!"

The dog rolled its eyes at him and took a few steps back.

"come over!"

He squatted down and opened his arms.

Xiaobai immediately rushed into his arms.

He quickly hugged it, stroking it and praising it repeatedly with "good boy, good boy," showing no trace of his earlier disdain.

"It never defecates anywhere, nor does it bark or howl. Apart from loving to eat and sleep, it has no other bad habits," Wayne said.

For the sake of Chris's plan, let's praise it for now.

Pokran hesitated and said, "My creation needs time. Could you leave it with me so I can spend some time with it?"

"Of course you can, but you can't take it out of the Duke's mansion."

Chris agreed.

"I can also provide you with some short stories for reference. If you need any help, you can come and find me directly."

After Chris left, Pokran lingered there, sighing, "This young lady is destined for greatness."

The little white dog in his arms wagged its drooping tail.

……

After leaving the side courtyard, Chris dragged Wayne and several close maids into her study, spreading out pens and paper on the table.

"Everyone, I have a very important matter to ask of you!"

She said, "I want to create a script tailored just for Little White! So, please write down anything about Little White, or any funny stories you've had with other small animals, even if you've only heard about them!"

The maids looked surprised and bewildered.

Karen said helplessly, "Miss, shouldn't we ask Mr. Pokran, who is currently a guest at the manor, to handle this matter?"

A maid outfit with a black base and white skirt, occasionally adorned with white lace.

The headband and decorations were not elaborate, but they were elegant and graceful. Even when sitting, Karen's posture was exceptionally upright. Her soft, low ponytail draped diagonally over her shoulder, giving her a rare touch of gentleness.

"I've already asked them, but there's strength in numbers!"

Chris walked over and affectionately put her arm around Karen's shoulder.

"No matter how capable Mr. Pokran is, he's only one person. Perhaps we can offer some more interesting scenarios?"

She flashed a mischievous smile again: "Of course, I'll screen them first before submitting them to him. This might be a rare opportunity for you too, you know?"

"Young Miss is really... too reckless," Karen scolded playfully.

But a doting smile was clearly on his face.

Wayne simply rested his chin on his hand, silently watching this heartwarming scene.

For Kallen, Chris must have been like a light in her life, a true redeemer.

In the timeline, that's all in the past.

Karen originally came from a low-ranking noble family that was subordinate to the Wincher family. Due to custom, she entered the main family to serve the precious daughter, Chris Wincher.

Because she was not favored at home, no one cared about her life or death. However, when the father wanted to curry favor with another man in his fifties for the sake of his career, he suddenly remembered that he had a daughter.

Under that merciless command, Karen had thought her life was coming to an end...

She was forced to marry an old man she didn't love, obey her family's control, and be manipulated like a rag doll.

However, it was the originally spoiled Miss Chris who changed everything.

"Kallen is a very important person to me, like family!"

"I will never allow anyone to take away her happiness without her consent! Not even her own father!"

These two sentences were deeply etched into Karen's heart.

She made up her mind to repay this kindness with her whole life.

Karen noticed Wayne's gaze and gave him a bright smile in return.

Chapter 34 Why?!

In this world, everyone is different.

Some people are born with a more cheerful personality and a more proactive attitude, while others are always quiet and reserved.

There's no inherent superiority or inferiority between them; it's simply a difference in lifestyle. But sometimes, inevitably, a thought will arise in one's mind:

"If I could change myself a little, would I be able to get along better with others?"

"If I were as outgoing and lively as so-and-so, would I be just as popular as them?"

The answer is:

indeed so.

Even in visual novels, a good ending can only be achieved by having an ordinary, unremarkable, and slow-witted protagonist choose various routes.

If you simply stay quietly in place, then nothing will happen.

In his bedroom, Wayne sat on the floor.

The floor is covered with expensive carpets, which the maids clean regularly, so there's no need to worry about getting your clothes dirty.

He stretched out one hand forward, and faint brownish-yellow light gathered in his palm, forming a small earthen figure that changed into various poses according to Wayne's will.

The natives suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke, and soon after they gathered together again, and a miniature tank, which looked like nothing more than a miniature tank, appeared on the carpet.

Wayne's spirits lifted, and he activated his magic.

Tanks materialized on the carpet, forming a steel torrent amidst the brown dust, their tracks kicking up clouds of sand.

He laughed happily, and was about to conjure some more planes to join the battle when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his brain, and everything went black. All the mini-tanks disappeared.

"hiss--"

Wien rubbed his temples and frowned deeply.

He sighed and muttered to himself, "It's still not enough. The magic and spells I have are not enough to support me in making a model that is too intricate."

Earth magic may not be the most flashy, but it still has a lot of uses.