"Clack!"
The curly-haired young man rasped, hobbling out from under the shade of the tree, pressing the tin-made trumpet against the face of the middle-aged citizen:
"You are playing the role of a reformed thief, which means he started out as a villain. You can't be so kind-hearted and benevolent; you need to be sly and deceitful, so that when he is moved by the orphans, it's truly touching.
Your words are weak, your actions lack precision, your steps are disorderly, your expressions are dull - none of it is convincing. Do you still dream of acting?"
Sprayed with saliva, the citizen playing the Nameless Monk nodded timidly, daring not to speak against him with only anger in his heart.
Fuchev, who was acting opposite the middle-aged citizen, furrowed her brow: "Florza, watch your words."
As a former renowned stage actor, Florza's skills were indeed substantial, only his temperament was too irritable and sensitive.
