"Okay, I won't care about what you secretly tasted. You should go and do your work first." Richard waved to Pandora, "I'm also going to go out and will be back soon. During this time, you take care of your home. "
"Okay." Pandora nodded obediently and was about to leave the main laboratory. When he reached the door, he stopped, thought of something, turned around and asked: "By the way, Richard, you are going to attend that weekly meeting again, right?"
"yes."
"Then can you help me ask if anyone sells something very strong that can be used as a weapon, like tin wood." Pandora said with a bit of hope, "The tin wood is gone, I always feel , there is no better weapon than him."
"You mean, you want another Immortal Seed to be your weapon?" Richard looked a little weird.
"If there is, of course it would be best." Pandora said seriously.
"But don't you know the reason why Ximu left?" Richard exhaled.
"Didn't you arrange to go to the forest for labor reform and use some 'work points' in exchange for the length of the contract?" Pandora was a little surprised.
"No, that's just one reason." Richard shook his head and replied, "The other reason is that you are too strong. Even though Ximu has strengthened his body many times, he still feels that in your hands, sooner or later he will be defeated by you. Break it."
Pandora couldn't help but widen her eyes and thought for a moment: "So, what you mean is that I need to use an immortality species that is stronger than tin wood as a weapon to meet my needs."
"No, I mean, it's hard to find something suitable for your weapon in the whole world, let alone in a small town like Faroe, so don't expect too much."
Pandora: "..."
Richard: "Okay, I'm leaving. Just take care of your house. If possible, I might bring you a worse weapon to use for now."
Pandora waved listlessly: "Oh, okay..." opened the door and left.
Richard looked at it, shook his head slightly, and walked out of the door.
…
In the morning, Faroe City.
A four-wheeled carriage was driving quickly on the roads in the city. The wheels ran over the bluestone paved ground, making a "rumbling" sound. Finally, under the skillful control of the groom, the carriage stopped smoothly at a tall building. forward.
This is an approximately shell-shaped building, one of the more famous theaters in Faroe, called the Seton Opera House.
The entire Seton Opera House is more than ten meters high. Unlike ordinary theaters, where seats and boxes of different identities are set up in a theater hall to maximize profits, it is directly divided into three floors: upper, middle and lower.
The lower floor is exclusively open to the general public. In several huge theater halls with ordinary decorations, popular dramas, operas or other entertainment programs will be performed in a loop. It is a good place for many ordinary people in the city to have fun in their free time.
The middle floor is much smaller than the lower floor. There are only a dozen relatively small theater halls, which are usually used for individual performances by some nobles or rented out for groups to hold gatherings, meetings, etc.
As for the upper level, the area is even smaller, with only three theater halls. It is a place where wealthy nobles and a few others can afford to spend money. Speaking of which, compared with the theater hall on the middle floor, the upper floor has no other outstanding features except that the decoration is more luxurious. The price has more than doubled, and the price-performance ratio is very low.
But having said that, low cost performance is also an advantage and a status symbol in the eyes of some people - not seeking the best, but seeking the most expensive.
"Ta-ta-ta..."
Richard walked into the theater, followed the exclusive passage, and quickly climbed to the third floor.
The entire third floor is covered with a clean red carpet. When you step on it, it is silent, as if the whole world has quieted down.
Richard walked along the corridor, passing one male waiter after another, and reached the end. He stretched out his hand to push open the brown-red wooden door and walked in. A theater hall covering an area of more than 200 square meters and decorated mainly in gold appeared in front of him - this is the Golden City Theater Hall.
The Golden City Theater Hall is not very big. Nearly half of the area is occupied by the theater stage, and the rest is the seating area. In the seating area, there are more than thirty soft sofa seats scattered here and there.
At this time, there were more than a dozen people of different ages and costumes sitting on these seats. Some people closed their eyes to rest, some were drowsy, and the rest were looking at the theater stage with interest. on the show.
Richard glanced at it, sat down in the back seat, and looked at the theater stage. After looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and found that today's program was a bit complicated.
It can be seen that actors appear one after another, each with a different appearance, which is quite contrary to common sense. It seems that the dramatist wants to challenge the current mainstream drama model, such as: a dark-skinned princess, a frail body and only one The prince with eyes, the king who is depressed and often cries, the tall and handsome palace guard and the queen who is full of wisdom.
The plot advanced rapidly, and after more than 20 minutes, the show came to its conclusion: the princess stabbed the prince to death, jumped to her death, and the king went crazy and was bled to death by the doctor. The queen took a fancy to the handsome guard and tried to support him as the new king. As a result, during the coronation ceremony of the new king, an unprecedented earthquake occurred in the entire country, and everyone died cleanly.
Richard read it quietly with a strange expression.
In the middle of the front row, there was an old man who was very satisfied with the show. As soon as the show ended, he clapped his hands and praised the show without hesitation, waking up those drowsy guys who had closed their eyes to relax.
It can be seen that this old man, with a tall black dome, is wearing a close-fitting garment with four pockets - this is currently the most popular style in Faroe City, somewhat similar to a suit on Earth. In addition, the old man wore a golden monocle and held a silver civilized stick in his hand. He looked like a standard old gentleman. His aura was even more noble than that of an aristocrat, which made people feel a bit respectful.
"Pah! Pah!"
Amidst the applause of the old gentleman, the "dead" actors on the stage bowed and left one by one, and everyone sitting in the hall also regained consciousness.
The old gentleman stood up with his civilized stick, looked back and glanced at the whole audience, took out a pocket watch with a gold chain from his pocket, looked at it with a smile and said: "Okay, everyone, the time is almost up, if you can come, Everyone must be here, and those who can’t come must be delayed by something, so we won’t wait. So, how about this week’s exchange meeting officially begins?”
"good."
"Can."
"agree."
Scattered voices echoed, and the decision was quickly reached.
"Okay." The old gentleman received the response, his expression straightened, he raised the civilized stick, grabbed the middle part of the civilized stick, and pointed towards the Soma Alliance-style soft sofa where he was sitting just now. No changes were seen, but the soft sofa started to rotate spontaneously under the control of strange power, quickly turning 180 degrees, from facing away from everyone to facing everyone.
The old gentleman bent over and sat on it, showed a serious expression, and announced: "Okay, this time the antiquities exchange meeting has officially begun!"