Chapter 455: Misunderstanding

Half an hour later, Dorothy sat in the theater's reception room, flipping through a stack of scripts in her hand. The more she looked, the more her head ached.

"Uh, Ao Dai Li, are you sure you're in the arts?"

Finally, she couldn't hold it back anymore, looking at the junior sister beside her who had already washed up and asking this.

And beside her, Ma De Lin couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing this. Only the little fox was so ashamed that her small face turned red. She lowered her head, her face almost buried in her chest.

And on the table, her external vocal device—the fox puppet—was jumping with anger.

"Senior Sister, why are you laughing at me too?"

"And art is also divided into subjects. I specialize in performance; I'm an actor. Script matters shouldn't be my responsibility at all; that should be the screenwriter's job."

The little fox's cheeks puffed up like buns with anger, and she tried to defend herself.

It's just that as she spoke, she lost her steam first.

Before, when Senior Sister gave this task to her, she had thought that she must do it well this time, striving to help Senior Sister. But some things really didn't have a harvest just because you worked hard. Creation was all about inspiration. When inspiration dried up, no matter how hard you tried to think, the things you wrote were not even worth a dog's look.

Moreover, she wasn't good at writing scripts to begin with. Otherwise, her magic network account wouldn't have always been a lukewarm, unknown little internet celebrity.

Although the puppet theater performance form didn't have a wide audience, and she was clumsy and the puppet actors she made weren't beautiful enough, in fact, as long as the plot was powerful, combined with her heavenly voice, it wouldn't be a big hit, but a small hit was simple.

Alas, she performed those old-fashioned classic scripts every day, things Witches had watched since they were small, and they were long tired of them.

But what could she do? She was also very helpless.

In the art circle, a good script was something hard to find for a thousand gold. Once those good scripts came out, they were instantly snapped up by major theaters, directly becoming exclusive performances. The Witch world took intellectual property rights very seriously. You couldn't just come and plagiarize or pirate them just because others were popular. Even if you were envious of others' scripts, you could only stare blankly on the spot.

Of course, with her family's status in the City of Venus, good scripts certainly weren't lacking. But it was also because of the binding of intellectual property rights that those exclusive plays were almost tied to real identities. If she performed those exclusive family plays on the magic network, her identity would be exposed in minutes.

However, with the mothers' doting on her, they had mentioned specifically collecting two good scripts for her personally, but Ao Dai Li refused.

After all, she still had a bit of self-awareness. People had become so autistic; even good scripts would be covered in dust in her hands. If those excellent scripts that should have been seen by more people were buried because of her, that would be even more regrettable.

She had tried writing scripts herself very early on, but how to put it? After she tried performing a script she wrote herself using puppet theater on the magic network, the fans, who weren't many to begin with, dropped by a large chunk, and a group of people directly unfollowed her.

This was very depressing.

"Senior Sister, is what I wrote really that bad?"

Before, she didn't have friends and it was hard to seek anyone's opinion. And the netizens only knew how to be sharp-tongued and couldn't offer any good advice at all. Now that she finally had Senior Sister, Ao Dai Li could finally ask the doubts in her heart. At the moment, her beautiful fox eyes, which could hook souls, stared at Senior Sister, full of expectation.

Dorothy: "..."

Ah, this...

Looking at her junior sister like this, the Home Witch opened her mouth, and for a moment, she was speechless. She was thinking about how to tactfully indicate that Ao Dai Li really wasn't suitable for this line of work.

Could what she wrote be called a script? It would be uncomfortable to wipe one's butt with it.

After all...

"Why did the princess herself take out her wand and defeat the stepmother? Where is the prince? Isn't this a love story between a princess and a prince? Why did the prince only show his face at the wedding at the end?"

The Home Witch picked up a stack of scripts at random and asked this.

"Because that's a princess! As a princess, she certainly couldn't be weak. A princess who is too weak doesn't fit reality. And for a prince to be proposed to by such a powerful princess, it would be a bit ungrateful if the prince didn't agree. So, I think it's very reasonable for the prince to be the prize for the princess defeating the stepmother. Beauty only belongs to the strong; this is love."

The little fox wagged her tail and said this seriously.

Dorothy: "..."

Ah, this. Bringing in the Witch world's worldview, she had to admit that what her junior sister said did make sense, but...

"Then this one—shouldn't this be a story of a loser prince making a comeback? But why is the princess carrying the team throughout the whole story? And god, the princess can even crawl back up to fight again after dying with a resurrection spell? At this time, shouldn't it be normal for the prince to try his best to think of ways to resurrect the princess, so they can deepen their favor and bond? If you write it like this, besides being a cheerleader, what role does the prince have? Since the princess is so powerful, why would she fall for such a loser, and to the point of being devoted to him? Isn't this a bit too 'predetermined'?"

She picked up another script and asked this.

"Because the prince is good-looking! He just needs to be responsible for being good-looking. Otherwise, shouldn't girls be responsible for earning money to support the family, and boys be responsible for being beautiful?"

Ao Dai Li said righteously again.

*Slap*...

Dorothy was also convinced by this junior sister who respected women. She covered her face with both hands, really not knowing what to say.

She never expected Ao Dai Li to have a tendency toward female chauvinism. But this was also normal; most Witches had this problem. Who let them be the strong side?

This could be seen from the fact that her own family had always been supported by her stepmother, Annie, and Adam could only be a "pretty boy." In families of Witches and human men, men really only needed to be responsible for being handsome.

Tsk, it's really happy to be a handsome guy and a pretty boy in the Witch world. Damn it, if my invincible 'second brother' was still here...

The Home Witch felt a bit melancholic.

"How about we don't write it ourselves? Just use some classic scripts from later generations."

Dorothy sighed and gave up on treating Ao Dai Li. This child was hopeless; she might as well just be a literary plagiarist.

"That won't work either, Senior Sister. Humans don't like Witch scripts. I've also tried rehearsing some classic plays from later generations these past two days, but the response was mediocre."

Hearing Senior Sister's suggestion, Ao Dai Li was also helpless. If she really had any way, she wouldn't have written scripts herself. It was just that the tastes of Witches and humans were too different.

Daily Witch scripts were mythological fantasy dramas in the eyes of humans. Many major events that were life-and-death in the eyes of humans were so insignificant in the eyes of Witches.

Even if the two races originated from one body, the joys and sorrows of Witches and humans were truly not the same. Both sides couldn't even empathize, let alone anything else.

And regarding this, Dorothy also sighed, then picked up the paper and pen on the table.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

She now understood why the stories Ao Dai Li wrote were all like that—that was the standard Witch style. The shows Witches liked were war and victory, power and glory.

Ao Dai Li was a Witch by nature, and also a genius Witch with a prominent family background and outstanding talent. Even among Witches, she belonged to the type who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, with a starting line far ahead of others' finish lines.

The princesses in her stories were probably modeled after herself. In the little fox's view, a qualified princess should be like this.

In fact, this was also the case. There were few who could be called princesses in the Witch world who were weak. Excellent bloodlines and good family backgrounds destined their extraordinariness. It's just that such princesses were not the princesses that the masses loved to see.

Bottom-level people couldn't empathize with such princesses. What they hoped to see was a fallen princess who rose from the bottom just like them, not a goddess who was perfect from beginning to end to the point of making people feel ashamed.

Not to mention that mortals couldn't accept Ao Dai Li's works, even those Witches with poor talent and ordinary backgrounds had no sense of substitution for her works.

For example, even if the princess in this script fell into trouble, she still had thousands of guards and hundreds of servants by her side, and a simple meal in the wilderness was the salary of an ordinary Witch for a year...

You call this falling into trouble? You call this miserable?

Even though Dorothy knew that her little junior sister truly had no malicious intent—she had just been a shut-in for too long and really didn't know the life of ordinary people—anyone else looking at Audrey's script would only feel that the lines were filled with "Why don't they just eat meat porridge?"

"You, really, don't just stay at home all the time. It's rare to come to this era, go out more, look at those mortals. Maybe you will have a brand new understanding of art. Anyway, you aren't afraid of these mortals, are you?"

Dorothy said this.

Ao Dai Li's social anxiety only worked on Witches; she wasn't afraid of mortals. After all, in her subconscious, mortals couldn't pose any threat to her at all.

"Ah, this... I'll try my best..."

Hearing Senior Sister's words, the little fox looked a bit embarrassed. Although she wasn't afraid of those mortals, having been a homebody for too long, it was inevitable that she didn't like dealing with strangers. She had long been used to the feeling of being a homebody at home alone. Now that she could go out, she also loved going out.

However, she still listened to Senior Sister's words. At the moment, she could only droop her ears and say this.

And Dorothy's words stopped there. After all, saying more to others was useless. She just closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, her consciousness escaping into the Memory Palace, and from the deepest part of the Memory Palace, she took out a few books.

"Hehe, I never expected that I would actually have a day of being a literary plagiarist. I thought I wouldn't have any chance in this lifetime."

The Home Witch mocked herself with some amusement.

Just as Witch art wasn't applicable to mortals, the artistic works from her previous life in her brain weren't applicable to the Witch world either. When she was young, she had also fantasized about being a literary plagiarist, but after failing a few times, she recognized reality. Being a literary plagiarist really wasn't as profitable as creating her own magic spells.

However, in this Witch's Night, this was a good opportunity. After all, the current medieval background wasn't much different from the world of her previous life, so the artistic works from both sides could be slightly modified and used.

Hmm, let's start with "Luo Miou and Zhu Liye" to test the waters.

The Home Witch picked and chose in the Memory Palace for a long while, and finally chose this eternal tragic love story.

Well, no matter what era, love stories are always so popular, suitable for all ages, especially tragic love that cuts people—that's even more addictive.

Moreover, this story could be slightly modified, changing the forces hindering the young couple from families to the church, which could also achieve her goal of blackening the Shining Church.

And following her thinking, her magical inspiration also reacted.

Many excellent stories didn't have that flavor when translated into another language, let alone that she wasn't just changing a language, but also a world. If the translation work wasn't good, it would make a good story mediocre.

However, with the assistance of this magical inspiration, Dorothy's translation work was very smooth. She perfectly adapted this eternal masterpiece from her previous life into a Witch world version, and smoothly integrated the essence of the same type of masterpiece "Butterfly Lovers," creating a two-in-one version.

And when Dorothy came back to her senses from the state of inspiration, the manuscript in front of her was already full of text.

Ma De Lin and Ao Dai Li didn't dare to disturb her creation just now. The sisters just carefully helped her organize those scattered manuscripts. Of course, while organizing, the sisters were also watching.

So...

"Woo woo woo, the hateful church, why did they have to tear them apart? My poor Zhu Liye..."

Dorothy had just come back to her senses when she heard the fox puppet beside her crying, and Ao Dai Li already had a small mountain of wet tissues in front of her.

Tsk, this junior sister is probably really made of water; she has so much water.

And it wasn't just Ao Dai Li; the Home Witch was astonished to find that even Ma De Lin was clenching her fists, her eyes slightly red, looking like she wanted to beat someone up.

"Eldest Miss, don't worry. We will definitely snatch the President back from those angels. It is absolutely impossible to let the tragedy in this story repeat itself in reality."

Seeing Dorothy had finished writing, the Succubus girl guaranteed this.

Dorothy: "???"

Listening to such inexplicable words, the Home Witch had a head full of question marks.

No, what does this have to do with Sophie Sophie Liya?

Emmm... wait...

Damn, you two wouldn't happen to think I'm writing an autobiography, would you? Comparing myself and Sophie Sophie Liya to Luo Miou and Zhu Liye?

It's over. Don't have such big imaginations, okay?

"That, actually, this story wasn't written by me. I plagiarized it. It was from an old friend of mine..."

She just wanted to explain, but Ao Dai Li had already pounced over and hugged her.

"Senior Sister, you don't need to say any more. I understand everything..."

Dorothy, who was almost "chest-killed," said: "..."

Forget it, as long as you are happy.

... The Home Witch was speechless... ===== CHAPTER 456 =====