Two days later, Victor's most anticipated moment finally arrived.
The premiere of "Dust of Oblivion" was scheduled to start at 3:00 pm, and he arrived at the entrance of the theater early, waiting for the ticket to come in. Not seen for a year, this theater dedicated to ghosts has expanded a lot, not only adding several new viewing rooms, but also adding a waiting hall and courtyard outside. Although he arrived half an hour early, there were still many people gathered in the hall.
"This is Mr. Gamore from the Crescent Moon Bay Chamber of Commerce. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Where, I didn't expect to see Chenxi's big businessman here. Please take care of business in the future."
"Isn't that the pillar of the Kakin Theater standing over there? I wonder if I can see the master himself."
"If you know me, please help me introduce it."
"No problem at all."
Everyone gathered around in twos and threes, chatting with each other. As he expected, those who can afford dozens of Golden Dragon tickets are basically celebrities from the upper classes, and this is also one of the hidden values of premiere tickets.
"Yo, isn't this Mr. Victor? I heard that you have changed your career and no longer do jewelry business?" In the crowd, someone occasionally recognized him.
"It's still doing it, but it's not very good recently."
"I like the new bed from your chamber of commerce. After the hotel was replaced, there have been a lot of repeat customers. I would like to order another 100 sets."
"Thank you for your affirmation. After watching the ghost, we can make an appointment to discuss in detail."
"Okay, then it's settled."
Linglong on the side was stunned, probably for her, it is unimaginable to reach a deal of dozens or hundreds of golden dragons casually. After finally waiting for no one to talk, I quietly pulled the corner of La Victor's shirt, "Sir, are these people here to see the ghost or to talk about business? And I see a lot of people who don't know you before. , aren't you afraid that they will lie to you?"
"Don't worry, it's just a common thing for businessmen, it's good to get used to it." Victor smiled. After all, a businessman who is willing to buy a premiere ticket is a kind of strength in itself. To a large extent to obtain the recognition of others. The ghost is not a real thing, and nothing will be left after reading it, so in a sense, it is more convincing than a necklace full of jewelry.
Just as he was walking and explaining, he suddenly bumped into someone passing by.
"Ah... I'm sorry," Victor noticed that the other party was a woman, and was the first to apologize, but when he saw the appearance of being hit, he couldn't help but be stunned.
It was a lifeless face, and it wasn't bad in terms of facial features alone. If you dress up a little, it should be better than Linglong. But the pale complexion and empty eyes almost ruined all of this, and people couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust and distance - such a gloomy look, it really seemed out of tune with the atmosphere in the hall.
The woman didn't say anything, just glanced at him, and continued to walk forward with no expression.
What a weirdo... Victor muttered to himself.
"Sir!" Linglong, who didn't notice this scene at all, grabbed his hand and shouted, "The ghost is about to start, let's go in!"
"Ah... um." Victor shook his head, put this unpleasantness behind him, and followed Linglong towards the viewing room.
…
"What happened just now?" Joe looked at Farina worriedly.
"It's nothing," Farina whispered. "It's just that someone didn't pay attention to the road. Let's go. Since you brought me here, don't stand still outside."
"Say, that's right," Joe hesitated to hold her hand, but in the end he couldn't reach out, "don't forget that I'm by your side at all times."
Farina didn't answer, and coming here with him was the greatest reward she could give.
It has been nearly half a year since she came to Neverwinter City. Those ancient witches who claimed to be from more than 400 years ago did not lie. Her injuries were healed little by little, from being completely immobile to now being able to walk on her own. Although the whips and burn marks still exist on her body, Farina has no complaints. If she is a witch who falls into the hands of the church, her fate will only be tens of millions of times worse. She can do this for the enemy, and she still What's there to say
However, the expected trial did not come, and even the King of Greycastle did not see her, but sent someone to ask her dozens of questions, and then nothing happened. She deliberately lied about some questions, trying to arouse the anger of the other party, but in exchange, she was ridiculed.
After being released from prison, Joe buys a house to settle in. Unlike her, Joe, a former nobleman, quickly landed a job in the Executive Office and quickly adjusted to his new identity—or, he wasn't supposed to be a church member in the first place. But this did not bring a turning point for Farina, on the contrary it was a torture. Because the longer she stayed in Neverwinter and the deeper she got to know the city, the more she realized the church's mistakes. Witches have nothing to do with hell devils. Except for their magical powers, they are usually no different from ordinary people. And Roland Wimbledon, who used the power of witches, did not turn his city into a devil's den. Even a blind man could not deny the thriving scene here.
On the one hand, she was loyal to the church for half her life, and on the other hand, she denied everything she had done. The two thoughts clashed alternately, causing Farina to suffer greatly. Perhaps this is a trial in itself, sometimes even more tormenting than torture. If it wasn't for Joe who still needed her, she would have already chosen to cut herself off.
Despite this, Farina didn't know how long she could hold on. She vaguely felt that the two tickets sent by the Star Flower Troupe might be the last straw that overwhelmed her. Kajin Feith must have been entrusted by Roland to write this script. The purpose is undoubtedly to completely reverse the world's view of the church and further consolidate the throne of the Wimbledon family.
She can already imagine that from now on, the church will become the object of everyone's scorn. Lord Tucker Thor's last effort... and the countless judges who sacrificed on the city wall like him are just a joke.
Farina didn't want to see this moment come, but she still agreed to Joe's invitation.
Just as she despised those top church leaders who escaped, but still accepted their entrustment and stood up to stabilize the order of Hermes.
Just because she was needed by Joe.
But... this is probably the last thing she can do in return.
The lights dim.
When darkness enveloped the entire viewing room, the phantom began.
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The story begins on the Hermes plateau more than 300 years ago. The new holy city is still a piece of stone. .
Although he had already had the experience of watching the ghosts several times, Victor still felt the tremors that reached his heart when he saw this view overlooking the earth.
Opposite the big gap, he saw that many believers were busy building their new city, as if this was really the world three hundred years ago.
After a while, the picture was pulled to the ground again, and it fell vertically into a huge deep pit. With the introduction of the narrator, Victor heard the name of the "private organization", the core institution of the church for the first time. Judging from the chattering around him, others felt similar to him. Starting with unknown secrets is the most attractive topic, and the publicity of "the history of the past that only the royal family is qualified to know" has greatly stimulated the audience's interest. Soon, Victor's attention was completely drawn to the story.
Legend has it that every four hundred years, the world will usher in a disaster, when a huge red moon will hang high in the sky, and countless enemies pouring out of hell will devour the kingdom of mankind. In order to survive, the witch has entrusted her hope to an extraordinary power, which needs to fuse the blood of the witch and the soul of the warrior to form a steel body that is not afraid of magic and does not know pain - the God's Punishment Warrior.
In order to ensure the implementation of the plan, the witch established a church and began to screen and train qualified candidates. The protagonist of the story is a witch and the next pope of the church. Another important role is the Pope's guardian, the commander of the Judgment Corps.
Just like in most dramas, after a period of time together, the two gradually become inseparable lovers, from despising each other, to recognizing each other, to loving each other. The witch and the guardian even made a promise that when a new Pope's replacement was found, the two would accept the transformation ceremony of the God's Punishment Army together and become an inseparable symbiote.
This relationship was euphemistically told by Kakin Faith. Whether it is the expression technique or the actor's lines, it can be said that it is the culmination of decades of skill. Coupled with the excellent performance of the Star Flower Troupe, all the audience were immersed in a touching atmosphere, and Linglong even cried softly for the promise of the two.
However, the plot has taken a turn for the worse. The guardian's father, tempted by power, designed to frame the current pope and put the crown on his head. As his successor, the witch naturally became his next stab in the eye. He ordered his son to hand over the other's head, but was categorically refused by the guardian.
This rebellion has been planned for a long time, and when the rebels lift the curtain, everything is irreversible. Desperate, the two chose to escape from Hermes, trying to bring news to the king under the plateau. And the guardian's father also tore through the last trace of concern, and sent his own soldiers to intercept the two halfway, apparently no longer intending to give them a way out.
The final climax was staged in the Cold Wind Ridge in Greycastle.
A team of judges quickly caught up with the witch and the guardian. Given the huge disparity in numbers, the death of both of them seemed to be a foregone conclusion.
Just when Victor could hardly bear to watch any longer, something incredible happened—
"Please help us, please!" The panting guardian suddenly turned around, reached out and grabbed his arm. The hardness and coldness of the gauntlet was clearly transmitted to Victor through his clothes. At that moment, an indescribable tremor rose from under his feet, and surged all over his body in an instant!
He couldn't help screaming out!
"There, take them!"
"Rebels will all be regarded as comrades and will be killed!" The pursuers shouted, raising their crossbows.
"I, I'm not..." Victor only felt his throat dry, and he couldn't complete this sentence for a long time, and the judge warrior opposite had pulled the trigger.
A crossbow arrow almost flew past his cheek!
At the same time, there was a slight tingling.
Victor touched his cheek tremblingly and put his fingers in front of his eyes.
I saw a faint scarlet on it.