Lord of The Mysterious Realms

Chapter 102: opera

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"B-05-2-0123, [The Suicide's Last Chant]?"

"Yes, through the divination of the item itself, some unexpected discoveries were made. The harmonica was not brought out of the strange world, but a natural [Supernatural], which is very abnormal. It is still a mortal The last owner of the object is the silver jasmine opera troupe performing at the Royal Opera House in Norland this week. The church hopes to test it first, and the specific matters will be completed by the follow-up professionals."

"What do I have to do?"

Jenkins flipped through the notes in his hand, one thing after another.

"You don't have to do anything, just listen to it like an ordinary audience. You are not the only one who got the ticket. All you need is a trial, just treat it as a normal event."

"Isn't Dad going? Why is it a box?"

"It was originally the most common downstairs seat. Miss Bevanna added some gold pounds and changed it to the best box. She said, this is a gift from your book fans, and thank you for signing last night. She is very happy." Love your story."

"But, my parents have seen the show a few days ago, who should I take?"

The old man showed an expression of hating iron but not steel:

"Hey, don't you have any acquaintances of the same age? What about your book fans? Invite anyone at random, is it true that someone will refuse?"

"Sir, isn't that just embarrassing me?"

On Saturday evening, Jenkins wore his most expensive formal suit and came to the Royal Opera House on the outskirts of the city with a cane. Originally, I wanted Dad to take care of Chocolate, but it somehow happened today and kept running around, so Jenkins had to take it.

Pressing his black top hat, he got out of the carriage.

Keep the change, please.

After handing over the calculated banknotes and coins to the driver, the cat jumped onto Jenkins' shoulder.

Even without electricity, the Opera House still glows bright yellow under the stars at night. It is said that a two-hour opera will consume 3,000 candles, but the opera house can still make a lot of money from tickets.

The well-dressed gentlemen and ladies got out of the carriage together, crossed their arms, and walked up to the highest point along the red carpet on the long steps in front of the opera house.

People greeted each other, talked and laughed, and praised the masters who were going to perform tonight. The men rant about current events, the women judging each other about their outfits with their jewels and accessories on display under the lights.

In contrast, Jenkins, who came alone with a cat, is an outlier.

The opera bellboys responsible for guiding stood in front of the marble doorposts, checked everyone's tickets, and ushered the distinguished guests to their seats. They wore red tunics with golden ears of wheat hanging from their shoulders and hanging over shiny buttons on their breasts.

It is said that the owner of the opera house is a believer in the [Goddess of the Earth], so most of the decorations here are very similar to the Church of the Mother God.

"Good evening, Mr. Williamette!"

As soon as Jenkins took out his slightly flamboyant note, the young waiter closest to him immediately took off his hat and bowed deeply.

"you know me?"

"Yes, sir, we have a record of every VIP who has reserved a box. Please follow me, your box is here."

Follow the waiter through the glittering golden hall, walk up the long spiral staircase, and pass through the corridor decorated with exquisite statues, armor and oil paintings, and the room where the two have a golden nameplate 012.

There is a huge sofa in the room. In front of the sofa is a wooden coffee table with a fruit plate, red wine and goblets. Further forward, there is a half-cut wall, from which the stage can be clearly seen.

There was a crowd of people below, men in suits and women in dresses sat down one by one. Looking to the side, there are several private rooms like this, which look like balconies, but the owner has not been seen yet.

Chocolate lightly jumped onto the coffee table, rolling the apple around with its paws.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Jenkins saw the waiter's worry at a glance, handed him his hat and coat, hung them on the hanger by the door, put his cane on the sofa, and picked up the small and delicate golden telescope, in order to see clearly Every detail on the stage, this is a must.

"If you need anything, please feel free to find me, we are on standby in the corridor."

Jenkins nodded in understanding, then sat down with a sigh of relief.

"In the end, I came alone."

He touched the fur of chocolate, looked at the red wine bottle, and put it down again.

"Opera is opera, just take a break. But I wasted time tonight, and the progress of the story is about to fall behind. I wanted to finish reading Dad's book, and I still have to practice the ceremony."

He murmured about his plan, while Chocolate tried to move the apple forward with his nose.

Boom~

click~

The door behind him was suddenly pushed open, then closed vigorously, and finally locked.

Jenkins subconsciously picked up his cane and turned around, only to see Miss Hesha, who was wearing a blue dress, a yellow corset, long red hair and a gemstone headband shining under the light, looking at her seriously.

"High heels are beautiful."

It took a long time for Jenkins to hold back such a sentence.

"Why are you here?"

She looks very angry.

"Papa's acquaintance gave him a ticket. He didn't want to listen to the opera, so he gave it to me."

He explained, and then asked back: "Why are you here?"

"Is it such a coincidence? The twenty-one-year-old Mr. Jenkins Williams just happened to get a ticket, just happened to be very excited to come here without any female companions, and just happened to have a box next to us?"

Instead of answering the question, she pinched her waist and stretched out her head to reprimand.

"Us? Mademoiselle Michael is here too?"

"You are indeed interested in her."

The extra-pretty girl tonight pointed a finger at Jenkins, and Jenkins moved a step aside to avoid the finger.

"Miss Hesha, please don't point your finger at me, it's impolite. As a noble lady, your image tonight is somewhat different from what I know."

"is that so?"

Hathaway Hessa took a few steps forward, seeing Jenkins tightly clutching the cane, she couldn't help laughing contemptuously.

"I know your secret."

"What?"

The man frowned, grasping the faucet of the cane with both hands at the same time, his tone was a bit bluff.

"The bestower, what do you think of this word?"

The girl asked softly, looking at her expression, she was obviously looking forward to Jenkins' next performance.

Jenkins took a few steps back and untied the tie on the curtain beside the stand window, which slid down to cover the guests below.

PS: The editor notified me yesterday that it has been confirmed that it will be on the shelves this Friday. On Thursday night, I will send a testimonial on the shelf, and by the way, I will talk about the agreed-upon plan. By the way, happy National Day, by the way, ask for tickets in the new month!