DKIE CH74: Promotion

Under the moonlight, Nellie’s eyes burned with a raging fire.

Luka thought seriously for a moment before finally nodding reluctantly, “Alright.”

Having successfully obtained the desired answer, Nellie put on her cloak hat and disappeared into the night.

After confirming that she had gone far, Luka crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, all traces of his previous reluctance gone.

When he turned around, his gaze met the quill pen’s inside the room.

The two of them looked at each other and both smiled.

Luka shrugged. “She took the initiative to pay for it herself.”

The quill pen said, “Reshooting is very taxing on your mind. Remember to make her pay you for mental damages.”

It was completely unexpected that the concept of the first mental damage fee on this continent would come from the mouth of the quill pen. Luka shook his head in admiration. “Forget it.”

He still had to have some gentlemanly conduct occasionally.

The quill pen’s brow furrowed slightly. Its gaze swept over the table, and it suddenly asked, “Back in the Land of Exile, why didn’t you use this kind of taming method?”

Luka: Huh?

The quill pen: “For example, ruthlessly suppressing the heart body, mixing the horsewhip and candy together.”

Luka: “…”

Don’t just randomly review, thank you.

Due to the strong protest of the lead actor, Luka reshot the first scene the next day.

This time, Nellie paid extra attention to the camera, trying to show her best state. She even woke up early and went over her lines word for word.

As for the damn agreement with the Holy Court, it had long been forgotten under the temptation of the film.

The lead actor was settled, but the extras were still making trouble.

Paye, who played the prince: “Sister, in blacksmithing…”

What was it?

He forgot his lines.

It didn’t matter. Paye started to count one, two, three, four, five, six.

“Cut.” Luka didn’t let it go as he had the past few days. He directly called cut and went over to explain the scene to him.

From his expression to his movements, he picked on all sorts of things.

Paye sneered and began to deliberately stumble over his lines out of defiance.

He didn’t know that Nellie had secretly gone to see Luka last night and paid to reshoot. Just as he was about to get into it, he was heavily slapped on the head, which made him dizzy.

Nellie jumped very high, and her feet had just landed. She said with a blank expression, “Focus.”

Is my money made of paper? For you to burn it like this.

Under Nellie’s violent control of the scene, this scene was finally perfected.

On the other side, after inspecting the road construction site, Berlanie was a little surprised to see this scene when he returned.

When did the dwarf race become so cooperative?

He asked in puzzlement, “What happened?”

Luka said lightly, “Don’t guess a female actor’s thoughts.”

“…”

The morning’s filming went very smoothly.

During the lunch break, while Nellie was busy rehydrating her skin, the city lord of Moke came over and said to Luka, “They’re pushing their luck. There are even more of these dwarves picking fights today.”

Besides asking for free meals, they also did a lot of small tricks, trying to extort compensation from the shopkeepers.

Luka had actually witnessed several instances of unreasonable claims for compensation.

He nodded, indicating that he had a plan. He looked up at the scorching sun and asked about the construction of the canal.

The dwarves were a small problem. There were more important things to do now. The drought was the biggest obstacle to Moke City’s development.

“We need to divert water from the main river far away, which will take some time.”

Hearing this, Luka became thoughtful. When he started filming again, he suddenly filmed the extras’ scenes in advance.

It took a long time to put on makeup for ten thousand dwarves. This gave the shopkeepers who were still being pestered by them a sigh of relief.

After putting on makeup and changing their clothes, the dwarves were distributed demon hoes one by one.

According to Luka, they were going to film the scene where they were controlled by divine souls after the fall of their country and became slaves to dig canals.

At first, their attention was diverted by the makeup and styling, and these dwarves didn’t react much. After digging two hoes, they soon realized that something was wrong under the scorching sun.

“Bastard! Is this tricking us into being laborers!”

They even specially sent demons to act as supervisors. Isn’t this a blatant provocation?

The supervisor’s eyes were even more accurate than a dark elf’s. A single second of slacking off could be captured immediately.

The city lord of Moke was secretly pleased, but he was also a little puzzled. His Highness had clearly endured for a while. Why did he suddenly start to escalate the conflict?

Unable to bear it, a dwarf immediately threw down his demon hoe. “I see you’re deliberately playing with our race, tricking everyone into coming to work.”

One salary for two jobs!

Luka was of course doing it on purpose.

But he stood there calmly and suddenly started talking about the movie’s content. “I’m going to film a story of revenge.”

He used a large number of gorgeous words as an opening. The war hammer in it was almost described by him as the most terrifying weapon in history, and it was also a growing weapon.

When Berlanie recruited the actors, he didn’t mention the plot at all.

So far, the scripts the dwarf race had received were all for the scenes that needed to be filmed that day.

When they heard that the war hammer with seven attributes had attracted the covetousness of the outer gods, they felt very immersed.

After the sense of immersion, they suddenly realized a shocking fact.

In the other party’s description, the gnome race was always the main perspective.

The gnome race was obviously based on them.

Could it be that this movie was going to be about dwarves from beginning to end?!

In their minds, even Nellie would at most occupy one percent of the screen time. Looking at the entire continent, no one had ever written a story with a dwarf as the protagonist.

Even the dwarves themselves didn’t write them.

Luka was still giving a passionate speech:

“The outer gods stole the war hammer, and the giant race slaughtered the gnome race. With the siren’s song, they controlled and raised the survivors as the lowest slaves.”

“The princess of the gnome race was rescued at the last minute. After a series of hardships, she finally grew up to be the true—God of Forging!”

Behind the team, Nellie, who had just been called over by Paye, was full of astonishment when she heard this.

Even Paye was stunned.

He had originally wanted to let the suddenly cooperative Nellie see the face of this dog demon race, but he ended up seeing this scene.

“God,” Paye murmured. “He’s actually going to film a god based on us?”

Nellie was first in disbelief, and then, her heart began to surge wildly.

The God of Forging.

Her?

Luka took in these surprised emotions.

The dwarf race was a typical case of “remembering the food but not the beating.”

If he had emphasized from the beginning that he wanted to make a movie with them as the protagonists, the dwarves would definitely have thought that he was trying to flatter and suck up to them. Not only would they not have been moved, but their attitude would have been even more arrogant.

Emotional progression is very important, and now it was different.

Catching a glimpse of Nellie, Luka tilted his head. “Of course, for the plot after being rescued, Miss Nellie can improvise freely. I will modify the script as appropriate.”

His tone became more and more gentle, as if he were considering the other party. “For example, in the end, you let it go, see through life and death, and give up revenge. But you also become a god by chance.”

Letting go literature, want some?

The scene from yesterday’s filming appeared in his mind.

There was no other life in the yellow sand. All the blood had dried up on the ground, giving a sense of an empty living hell.

A strange anger burned from the bottom of her heart.

Nellie completely came back to her senses. Her throat was congested with blood, and she reflexively spat out two words, “Nonsense.”

The hatred of a fallen clan, how can it be forgotten just by saying so?

“Then how about I arrange a romance for you with the prince of the enemy country?”

Not to mention Nellie, the other dwarves looked at Luka with eyes that wished they could kill him.

After confirming that the script would not be changed, Luka once again faced the extras. “The extras’ scenes are as important as the main characters’. Regarding the experiences after the fall of the country, I referred to an ancient and almost lost story from human history—’enduring hardship to achieve one’s goal.'”

He emphasized the reason why “enduring hardship to achieve one’s goal” could succeed.

If you suffer, the people around you will suffer even more.

“Because the people around them suffered the most, the protagonist became a superior person!”

The extras: “…”

It felt like something was not right, but one thing followed another, and they couldn’t react at all.

After giving his shocking speech, Luka raised his voice and said, “Come on, action!”

He emphasized to the staff on the hillside, “The camera must record the ugly faces of the supervisors, and the gnomes’ forbearance and humiliation!”

The atmosphere suddenly ignited.

The demon hoes were swung vigorously, the dwarves began to work, and Nellie began to dream…

The city lord of Moke shook his head.

What happened?

From which step did he fail to keep up?

The scenes of the work were varied, and a portion of the dwarves were assigned to plant trees and pull stones.

Luka gave the staff a look, meaning that a little filming was enough, don’t waste the magic stones.

At seven or eight in the evening, Luka reshot the scene of the beginning of the war.

Unlike the laziness of yesterday, this time, when the two armies faced each other, they were really like mortal enemies. Some dwarves even secretly took off their restraining props, and even for a few seconds, they wanted to beat the other side up.

The horn sounded on the vast battlefield.

The quill pen controlled the scene, and Luka recorded and edited it on the spot.

The effect of the entire filming was beyond Luka’s expectations. After adding the sound of metal colliding and magical elements, it was a completely real battlefield.

He didn’t forget to send it to the two elves who were in charge of arranging the music, trying to inspire them.

On the other side, the light elf and the dark elf had been in pain for several days. When they ate and closed their eyes, all they saw were notes jumping. They deeply regretted the harsh words they had once said.

The only consolation was that they heard that Luka was working with ten thousand dwarves. According to the dwarf race’s personality, it would take at least half a year to finish filming the movie.

“No hurry, there’s still plenty of time.”

Just as they were comforting themselves, they received something from Luka.

As usual, it started with a zero-frame start, and their pupils shook.

The light elf and the dark elf watched it three times in disbelief.

[Luka’s Review: Let’s work hard together (X-waist)]

“!”

In less than ten days, how did he manage to film such a shocking scene? How on earth did he film it!

Are you going to let the music arrangers live?

Since he had accurately grasped the personality of the dwarf race, the filming progress was a thousand miles a day.

The joint building of the Klin Sentry Tower has been completed, and various races have successively sent other staff members, which has invisibly facilitated the filming.

Whenever other races were needed for a cameo, he would just go there to film.

Denton and other dragons were all at Klin Sentry Tower. Every time he went on location, Luka would also follow along and take the opportunity to shoot some scenes for “The True and False Young Master.”

As a dragon in his decline, after filming the scene of the cremation, Denton only had one thought:

His dragon life was complete.

In his long dragon life, it was the first time he had tasted the feeling of being a villain in a play.

To thank the dragon race for their cooperation, Luka even added a daily extra when he updated the second part of “The Beloved Three and a Half Years Old” at night.

Filming two plays at the same time, Luka was so busy that his feet didn’t touch the ground. He was like a whirlwind top.

Occasionally, there would be one or two dwarves who did not obey his command and wanted to find trouble, but they couldn’t find a gap.

The only fortunate thing was that most of the subsequent filming work was handed over to the quill pen. The battle was his strong suit, and he was adept at shaping the ancient battlefield. Luka only needed to play his few scenes well.

For the less than two-minute rescue scene, Luka strived for perfection and had several NGs in a row.

In terms of special effects, besides relying on magic, there were also dragons flapping their wings and stirring up the clouds.

Above the firmament, the river of stars seemed to be stirred up, creating the most shocking special effects.

The days passed one by one. While the public was still immersed in discussing the final battle between the Elf King and the Saintess, an official account for a movie called “The God of Forging” suddenly went online.

After the official account was successfully registered, it only released one status update:

[In the early spring of March, we will not leave until we meet.]

The Holy Court, which had been paying close attention to Luka’s movements, discovered it almost immediately.

The female attendant in charge of surveillance had a headache. “How long has it been, and he has already filmed a movie?”

That great prince of the demon race, his first seven days of mourning haven’t even passed yet, right?

Another female attendant reminded her seriously, “It’s already been a full month.”

Prince Nordin, Alex’s father, was also said to be on the verge of martyrdom.

“…”

Of course she knew it had been a full month, but if Iliad wanted to cause trouble, he should have at least waited until the other party had passed his hundredth day!

The female attendant sighed lightly. “Her Ladyship the Saintess will probably be a little furious when she hears about it.”

The dwarf race took the benefits but didn’t do their job, and Iliad’s speed of causing trouble was also astonishing.

And the Holy Court here had not yet resolved the crisis of trust brought about by the Life Elixir. In the blink of an eye, the other party’s second movie was about to be released.

“It’s the third,” another female attendant corrected.

“?? “

“Our spy reported that Iliad is also filming the sequel to ‘The True and False Young Master’ at the same time.”

“…”

Less than half a day after the official account was registered, without any publicity, it caused a lot of discussion that night because the director’s name had its own popularity.

The public’s reaction was also surprisingly consistent:

[Compared to the movie itself, I’m more curious about how he manages to work all year round without a break.]

[Perhaps killing Alex was just a matter of convenience.]

[…Give the dead demon some respect!]

Under the confidentiality agreement, the dwarves who did not participate in the filming did not know the specific content of the movie.

And no one immediately associated the word “forging” with their race. Due to the Holy Court’s secret instigation, many dwarves had already begun to boycott it in advance.

Alex’s death caused them to lose a major client, and rumors slandering the movie were rampant.

Most of them were directly benchmarked against the previous “The True and False Young Master.” The netizens’ conclusion was unprecedentedly unified: This time, they will definitely not be fooled into going to the opera house!

The Holy Court also took preventive measures in advance.

They prepared special photo stones and engraved inscriptions on them that could resist most tracking magic, to facilitate pirated filming.

“When the movie is released, immediately spread the video. Naturally, no one will be willing to go to the opera house and spend money for nothing.”

In addition, they also took another measure, having already laid a big trap, just waiting for the critical moment to detonate.

Times were different now. Luka had become the Holy Court’s number one target. No matter what he did, the Holy Court was trying to stop him at all costs.

Luka was busy, and his enemies were even busier.

Unfortunately, the person involved didn’t feel how hard he was working at all. In fact, because the latter half was mainly handled by the quill pen, and he was only responsible for providing the script, he felt that he had stolen half a day’s leisure.

Just when everything was going smoothly, Luka suddenly received a message from Lilian: [Recently, someone has been creating channels in your name. It’s better to be careful [cleaver][cleaver][cleaver].]

The public’s acceptance of emojis was good, and it had almost become a daily chat essential.

Luka couldn’t take care of too many things. He had always asked Lilian to pay more attention to the information on the internet. The latter was very sensitive to this.

On the side, the quill pen suddenly said, “There are restrictions on joining the channel. You need to provide your novel and any purchase records of ‘group pet’ merchandise.”

He knows so clearly?

As if knowing what he was thinking, the quill pen said lightly, “I’ve joined.”

Even Lilian had noticed. He had naturally noticed it long ago. Not only that, but he had also managed to become a sub-administrator.

Luka thought for two seconds and grasped the main point. “They’re all my fans… so they’re all supporters who like me?”

The quill pen stopped cultivating. Recently, his recovery progress had been a thousand miles a day. Besides his palms, almost his entire body had regrown flesh and blood.

Hearing the question, he leaned back lazily and gave a comprehensive assessment.

“The administrator who initially created the channel has a problem. He’s a human, and a portion of the members in the channel also have problems. They are deliberately guiding others in a radical direction. Do you want to see?”

He opened the terminal.

The messages in the channel were 99+, and the chat was very lively.

[Suihan: Everyone, I saw a comment today criticizing the ‘Strange Tales’ game as garbage [picture].]

In the screenshot, there were all sorts of doubts about the game. The language was actually not too intense, but it immediately caused dissatisfaction among some true fans.

[Radish Pit: …If you don’t like it, you don’t have to play it. Why do you have to scold it! [Angry]]

[Wandering Little Zhu: That’s right, some people started scolding it before they even played.]

…

Up to this point, it was still normal, limited to the complaints of game lovers against those with different opinions.

But from some point on, the wind changed.

[Suihan: Everyone, let’s group up and help Luka scold them back!]

[One Two Three Four: That’s right, help Luka scold them back!]

[Help Luka scold them back!]

Now, among human fans, the vast majority called him Luka, which invisibly made a distinction from the demon race.

When emotions ran high, everyone became like a repeater.

Luka casually flipped through a few times. There were instigators, those with genuine feelings, and those who responded to a single call…

“What are they all helping with?” he wondered.

Helping the poor and helping the capitalists.

Luka considered whether to observe for a while or to take direct action.

The quill pen knew that he was about to start his thirty thousand steps back and forth.

Whoosh~

The demon spread its wings. The next second, Luka’s toes left the ground, and he began to move in parallel in the room like a ghost.

“Want to join me?” he asked.

This was his recently innovated way of walking.

“…” The quill pen refused to wander around the room in a parallel state.

In the third hour of being a floating object, Luka still hadn’t made a decision. He might as well prepare for some other things to relax.

“Is the revenge part finished? If it is, I’ll do the movie promotion first.”

The quill pen: “Hire reporters?”

Luka shook his head. “This time I want to make a trailer.”

He landed in front of the quill pen. “Cut all the highlights into it, stopping at the climax, and whet the audience’s appetite.”

Then mix in some special descriptions, such as exclusive first-look trailer, the most epic action fight in history, a sneak peek of the grand war, etc.

In the era of opera, everyone was used to plot summaries and had not formally come into contact with the trailer format. This would definitely be enough of a gimmick.

The quill pen made a substitution and quickly grasped the concept of a trailer. “So it’s just a gorgeous cliffhanger in the movie…”

His mouth was covered by the tip of a wing.

Luka looked at him threateningly. “Don’t frame me.”

A cool breath, following the quill pen’s opening, was exhaled onto the feather. Luka’s feather shaft trembled slightly. For the first time, he realized that his wings were a sensitive area, and he quickly withdrew them.

The corner of the quill pen’s mouth curled up. It lifted its eyelids and said, “You didn’t do this when ‘The True and False Young Master’ was released.”

Without thinking, Luka said, “Because I was afraid of being beaten to death.”

Is that something that can be cut?!

Excerpt from Luka’s diary:

The enemy is so lax. They don’t know the principle of getting rich through hard work at all.
Quick, keep up with my progress, the whole army attacks!
The villain: …
Alex: Passing by, taking root, and reigniting the spark.

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