This night.
In the outer city of Havenright, the night is getting darker. The clear moonlight was like a mist, covering the newly opened theater on the street.
The theater was crowded with people.
Thanks to the Foer family's vigorous publicity, the audience was packed and the theater was filled with all kinds of audiences. There were expressions of anticipation on their faces, and the chatter of voices could be heard from half the street.
The edge of the stage and the dome were filled with oil lamps and candles, making the stage as bright as day at night.
"That bunch of rubbish finally worked for me, and finally I got enough people." Dick sat in the front row, looked back at the entire auditorium, nodded with satisfaction, and said.
Next to him sat Conte. However, Conte would not react to his words. At this moment, he was having a great time holding the theater's flyer.
Obviously, Dick didn't expect Conte to say anything. After confirming that there were no empty seats, he stopped looking around, turned his head back, and sat down in his seat.
Perhaps because he was a little nervous, he suddenly picked up a chamber pot from his feet and held it in his hands.
Originally, he just kept holding it for revenge—holding it all the time. However, later, as the thought of revenge gradually faded away, he found that he was obsessed with this little thing that exuded a metallic luster. As long as he holds a chamber pot in his hand and feels the cold temperature, he will feel particularly at ease, and no matter how restless his mood is, it will gradually calm him down.
He didn't dare to let others know that before going to bed every night, he had to put his hand on the chamber pot so that he could sleep.
"I hope today's performance can end smoothly without any accidents..."
Just like that, putting the chamber pot on his lap and hugging it like a pillow, Dick gradually calmed down. He took a deep breath, ignored the pinched noses and strange looks from the audience around him, and waited patiently for the performance to begin.
About ten more minutes passed.
A band came to the side of the stage and played melodious music.
The noisy sound in the theater suddenly disappeared. The audience stopped their heated discussions among themselves, held their breath, and turned their attention to the center of the stage.
The curtain of the stage was finally slowly opened.
"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies, welcome everyone to the Fore Theater to enjoy our performance." The host stood on the stage. Although there was no microphone, his voice was still clear and loud, reaching everyone in the theater. Corner, "As we all know, theater is entertainment in the inner city, and many people have never enjoyed it. However, from today on, all this will change. The Foer family will share this fun with everyone in the royal capital, Let us applaud Mr. Ax Foer for his generosity.”
Led by the audience arranged by the Foer family, the audience burst into extremely warm applause.
The applause died down and the host smiled again.
"I know you have been waiting for it for a long time, so I won't be annoying here anymore. Let me first invite you to enjoy our first show, the magic show brought to you by Mr. Henry from Yorktown."
Applause erupted from the audience again.
The host left the stage, and the band beside the stage played cheerful entrance music, trying to mobilize the atmosphere of the scene.
In the sound of music, just like that, Magic Henry came on stage. He walked onto the stage with wide eyes, a confused expression, and a somewhat funny step, like a little thief hiding his head and tail.
He staggered to the center of the stage, and the music stopped.
The audience looked at Henry expectantly.
Henry was seen standing still in the middle of the stage. Suddenly, he took out his empty trousers pocket and made an extremely exaggerated crying face towards the audience.
Some in the audience were amused and let out a small burst of laughter.
"Combining comedy and magic is a more flattering approach." Dick commented with a serious expression like a judge, and the chamber pot in his hand seemed to be the trophy he was going to award to the champion, " But let’s see, in the final analysis, it still depends on how well his magic show performs.”
Although no one was listening to his comments.
The laughter in the audience quickly disappeared. At this time, a blonde girl in a short skirt walked onto the stage.
The appearance of the blonde girl immediately caused a stir in the audience.
However, she did not interact with the audience. Instead, she walked directly to Henry, put her hands on her hips, stared at Henry, and looked at Henry with a sullen face, looking half angry and half coquettish.
Many viewers showed interesting expressions when they saw this scene.
Seeing this, Henry scratched his head in embarrassment, as if he was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
He scratched and suddenly pulled out a rose from his hair.
He stared blankly at the roses in his hand, looking out of sorts. Suddenly, he had an idea, and with an exaggerated and flattering smile, he knelt down on one knee and presented the rose to the blonde.
Laughter and applause erupted from the audience.
Dick nodded when he saw this, and commented pretentiously: "Although this kind of performance seems a bit unappreciable in the inner city, it is true that in the outer city, the effect is still good."
Conte stupidly clapped along with the rest of the audience. Everyone else's laughter stopped. He was still smiling from ear to ear, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.
When Dick saw this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes with an "I don't know you" expression - at that moment, he even had the urge to change positions.
The Foer family's face will be lost to this fool!
He held his forehead, covering his face, and thought involuntarily.
However, at this moment, he suddenly heard another wave of exclamations coming from the audience.
What trick did the magician throw out again
Dick was suddenly confused.
The rhythm of this performance is not well controlled. Most of the audience is still stuck in the comedy effect brought by the previous joke. It would be a bit too impatient to throw out new tricks now.
Thinking this, he raised his head and looked at the stage with a frown.
The stage was empty. Henry and the blonde girl, who were showing off there just a moment ago, were nowhere to be seen.
Dick froze.
what happened? Is this part of the show
"What happened?" He had no choice but to pat the shoulder of Conte next to him and ask.
Conte laughed and clapped, saying: "Holy Light... Hahahaha... Holy Light, purified them all... Hahahaha."
Dick froze.
After a brief period of doubt, he began to feel that Conte was going crazy again.
Did the Holy Light purify them? How is that possible!
He even laughed with a playful expression.
But soon, his laughter became more and more dry. Gradually, he couldn't laugh anymore.
So did the surrounding audience. The expressions on their faces slowly changed from anticipation and joy to shock and panic.
I saw countless paladins suddenly pouring out from the theater's backstage, entrance, exit... everywhere. They were fully armed and held swords in their hands, some of them stained with blood. Blood dripped from the blade to the ground, obviously it had just killed someone.
The joyful soundtrack stopped abruptly.
Before the band beside the stage had time to react, suddenly, several priests stood up from the audience. Several holy light bombs were summoned and hit the band at the same time. The entire band was wiped out in an instant, with not even half a string left.
The audience suddenly panicked, and some wanted to stand up and leave the place quickly.
"What happened..."
"Oh my God! Are they all dead?"
"What happened? I don't want to die. I want to get out!"
The same was true for Dick. Everything in front of him was completely beyond his imagination. In panic, he also forgot about the performance and other things, and just wanted to get out of here quickly.
"Don't panic, no one will hurt you."
However, at this moment, a loud voice that seemed to have been blessed by divine magic echoed in the theater: "This is God's servant punishing those who have fallen. As for ordinary believers, they will naturally not be punished. No harm at all. Just sit in the audience and admire the Paladins' vigorous skills."
I saw a fat figure walking out from the entrance of the theater.
"Father...Father?" Dick's eyes widened in disbelief.
That was Ax Foer, the owner of the Foer family, the owner of this theater, and the original planner of tonight's performance.
With a confident smile, he continued as he walked: "Please also cooperate with God's will and do not leave the theater without authorization. Otherwise, you will also be considered a follower of the devil, and you will have to face the Holy Light. Severe punishment. Do you understand?"
Although his tone sounded kind and upright, everyone present heard a hint of threat in it.
The audience suddenly fell silent.
Everyone looked at Aix blankly. And those who stood up and wanted to leave, at this moment, after taking a look at the countless paladins around them, sat back in their seats tremblingly.
No one dared to move again.
Just like that, everyone sat obediently in his seat, as if they were really a group of high-quality audiences watching a wonderful performance at this moment.
The only content they could appreciate was the Paladin who was killing theater staff crazily and the faint screams coming from the background.
"Mom... I want to go home."
"Don't talk, kid, mom is here. Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."
The smell of newly renovated paint was covered up, and the smell of blood became the master here.
Faced with all this, Aix stood in the corridor of the auditorium and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he slowly walked to Dick's side.
"Father...Father, what is going on? Why are there so many paladins? And...also, why are there degenerates in our theater? Didn't you ask me to be in charge of tonight's performance? What on earth is this? What's going on?"
Dick turned around, pulled Aix's clothes, and asked in a low voice with a series of complex emotions such as shock, confusion, and panic.
Ax patted Dick's shoulder with his big hand and said softly in a gentler voice:
"Don't worry, it's okay. You're doing great. We'll all be fine..."
Feeling the comfort from his father, Dick gradually became less panicked. However, he still closed his eyes and refused to watch the "performance" from the Paladin. He hugged the chamber pot tightly and tried hard to get these bloody images out of his mind.
To put it bluntly, he was just a teenager, so how had he ever experienced such a scene
All this... all this is so terrible!
However, thinking about this and closing his eyes tightly, he suddenly heard a very low curse from his father:
"Damn it! Who told the secret? The relationship we had with those mages for so long is now completely ruined..."