After dealing with matters here, Lear dismissed everyone around him to rest, and after so thought, summoned the Swamp Boggarts.
He gazed at these banshees, who were as soft and delicate as human maidens with excellent physiques and temperant, with deep eyes.
Although the Swamp Boggarts were only at Level 3, they played a remarkable role in several battles.
And their level needed to increase by consuming emotions.
This was quite interesting.
Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, desire... all were food.
Therefore, Swamp Boggarts often lured intelligent beings with their songs, causing great emotional fluctuations before killing the enemy.
Human fear was the easiest to arouse, and the emotions were most intense at the brink of death, making it the most delicious food.
After becoming mbers of Weilu City, they obviously couldn’t do that anymore.
No one could bear to have their residents killed off every now and then.
"Master~"
The three recently born Swamp Boggarts looked curiously at Lear, unsure why he had summoned them specifically.
Lear spoke slowly.
"Which emotions do you devour for the fastest growth?"
"Master, any emotion... will do, the more intense, the better."
"Weilu City already has hundreds of people."
"If these people’s emotions fluctuate violently, would they be enough as your food supply?"
"Naturally, it would be sufficient..."
The Swamp Boggart spoke with so hesitation.
"But generally speaking, fear is the easiest to create..."
Based on their observations over the past few days.
Weilu City was clearly not the type of noble city that enslaved its residents, making everyone live in constant fear.
On the contrary, people here lived quite comfortably, with high enthusiasm for work.
But if fear wasn’t induced, how could they cause dramatic emotional fluctuations?
Joy? There weren’t that many joyous events.
Other emotions were not easy to provoke either... only fear was easy to gain by simply scaring people.
Lear nodded.
"That’ll do then..."
"Do you know Roo and Juliet?"
The Swamp Boggarts were a bit confused and shook their heads in unison.
Lear spoke with significant aning.
"Then it is settled... it’s a play, and to create emotions, it’s not necessary to induce fear."
"Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness can be achieved through drama, allowing everyone to experience continuous emotional highs within a few hours."
"Even after the play, there can be intense emotional fluctuations."
"By then, the emotions you can devour will be inexhaustible."
"And it’s sustainable..."
Roo and Juliet is a classic play by Shakespeare, remaining enduring over hundreds of years.
Its setting has so cultural similarities with the Noel Main Plane, which can be adapted with slight modifications.
What could stir emotions more than a play that can make people laugh and cry?
Starting with this, many more can be adapted and staged for everyone to enjoy in the future.
In a world impoverished of spiritual activity, Lear could easily outshine everything with the cultural knowledge he held in his mind.
Live-action, cultural invasion of Otherworlds...
More importantly, first cultivate the Swamp Boggarts.
When they beco skilled and he needs to promulgate certain content, it will be effortless.
A god needs to preach...
"The story goes like this..."
Lear slowly recounted this enduring love story once again.
He had watched the play before and had vivid mories due to the actress’s outstanding looks.
As he narrated, word after word captivated the listeners.
The Swamp Boggarts were all drawn in. When they heard the part where the ssenger delayed conveying the feigned death ssage to Roo, resulting in Roo mistakenly believing Juliet was dead, they were deeply moved.
Roo, in his grief, approached the feigned dead Juliet, kissed his beloved in despair, and drank poison, dying.
Juliet, awakening from her feigned death, found her lover had died for her, heart-wrenched with anguish, ended her life with a long sword to follow her beloved.
Thus brewed a tragedy of two lovers who, due to misunderstandings and family pressure and destruction, finally ended up in a tragic joint suicide.
After hearing this, the Swamp Boggarts had eyes reddened with tears brimming.
"Master... this story is so heart-wrenching... are there really such devoted individuals?"
"Can we truly perform this story?"
"So touching..."
Lear couldn’t help but smile at this.
Indeed, even Otherworld girls of different races couldn’t resist such profound love.
He spoke softly.
"Of course."
"We have the storyline, but this is just the foundation. You need to rehearse it."
"Casting, costus and props, dialogues, lighting, stage effects... it’s a systematic project."
"You can coordinate with Bain to perfectly rehearse the story."
"This is just the beginning, what’s crucial is for you to figure out what’s required within... there are more plays waiting for you to perform in the future."
The Swamp Boggarts could easily allure people with their soul-attracting voices as their trump card.
Without even preparing anything, using their singing, they could easily induce emotional fluctuations among crowds.
Of course, the best approach would still be a combination of thods.
Swamp Boggarts are naturally suited for this line of work.
If there was live broadcasting in this world, the top-ranked contributors would have their recharging keys turn smokey.
After the Swamp Boggarts left joyfully, Lear returned to his tent and enjoyed a comfortable nap.
The next day, August 16th, upon waking in the morning, Lear glanced at the Intelligence System.
The food for the Red Fish of Dragon Blood—Fish Tail Grass was in hand, and the Seven-Colored Moss for feeding the Three-tailed Pig was also being cultivated.
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