Seeing that the enthusiasm of the people was slowly subsided, the head of the Golden Skylark first took off his hat with his right hand and placed it on his chest, stretched his left hand back, bent his right leg at his knee, and made a standard good-day salute to the king.

A woman dressed in a brightly colored corset, dressed as a bard, walked onto the stage with a saltri shamisen in her arms.

As is customary, she bowed deeply in the direction of the second floor, then sat down on the bench that had been prepared and began the final string adjustments.

The "Spotlight" xenomorph gathers the light in his hands and hits the performer in the center of the stage, and the assistant who holds the stained glass makes the light colorful and dreamy.

Unlike the gorgeous and extravagant music styles of the western plains, nor the solemn singing techniques of the eastern sanctuary regions, Barbara, who was born in the southern city of Lone Rock, has an ethereal character in both the piano and the singing, as if she can slowly introduce the human soul into a dream.

"I went on a pilgrimage to the twilight"

"Take a bouquet of sea caryophyllus flowers and dedicate it to the people on the other side of the sea."

"Bright blue knight's sword, born in the flames of war"

"Whether you live or die, please let me return to my homeland."

"With a full sea caryophyllum flowers, decorate the vestibule of my hometown"

Barbara played and sang the instrument in her hand, but her gaze crossed the audience to a familiar figure at the edge of the hall.

"Lone wolf" Randall leaned against the wall, his hands on his chest and disappeared into the darkness. This hero, who is well known to the people of Twilight, is staring at the singer on the stage without saying a word.

In the aisle not far from him, Rachel carefully read the report in his hand and asked in a low voice, "Has Terrence recovered from his injury?"

A young woman dressed as a scholar nodded in response, "That's right, it's not just that. The Jade Society submitted a joint application, hoping to open a separate department for Terrence in the Twilight Academy, with the main research direction of physics and xenogeneology, and invited His Majesty to be the head of the department, and Terrence himself as the vice president. And ......"

Seeing the angry expression on Richel's face, the woman's voice became quieter and quieter, and finally stopped.

"What else?!"

The woman didn't dare to look into Richel's eyes, and whispered, "The Jade Society hopes to intervene in the affairs of the biochemical factory, claiming that the kingdom can use their academic abilities to increase the factory's output and upgrade its technology. ”

Richel's face turned pale, and the paper in his hand suddenly turned into powder under the full urging of his 'Mental Power' ability.

The woman lowered her head, looked at the ground, and continued her report: "Lord Richel, there are a few more things, there is a xenomorph village living in seclusion in the northern mountains that has moved into Twilight City, hoping to obtain shelter, and Sidney's autopsy report has come out......"

White confetti fell like snowflakes, and Rachel turned to leave the aisle, dropping a sentence: "Keep an eye on the Jade Society's guys!"

At the end of Barbara's song, the theater hall burst into applause.

People stood up one after another to pay their most sincere respects to this famous performer and singer in the twilight city.

Taking advantage of the ten minutes of the host's gag, Barbara stepped off the stage for a short break and returned to the stage with the rest of the troupe.

The play "The Wanderer in Heaven" performed by the Golden Skylark is to the effect that a pious peasant woman thinks that a flamboyant wandering scholar is a messenger from heaven and asks him if he has seen her dead husband. When the wandering scholar told the peasant woman that her deceased husband was destitute in heaven, the peasant woman gave the wanderer ten silver moons and begged him to pass them on.

When the current husband of the peasant woman came back and learned of this, he was very angry and rode to chase after him, but the horse was also deceived by the scholars, and he trudged home from the swamp with great difficulty, and was ashamed to tell the peasant woman that the horse had also been handed over to her ex-husband by the wanderer. The peasant woman was overjoyed and told him, "I will not do you any wrong when you die." ”

This play is witty and humorous, and it can make people laugh in many places, and it is a very popular work in Twilight City.

However, the work is a very subtle satire of religious utilitarianism and secular ignorance, and has been criticized and criticized by many church personnel.

The head of the Golden Skylark once considered replacing this work with another "Praise to the Divine Comedy", but was strongly opposed by Barbara, the popular star of the troupe, and he had no choice but to add an epilogue at the end of the play - it turned out that the wanderer was really from heaven and brought the peasant woman's dead husband to her.

Although this practice destroys the structure of the play, it minimizes the "religious risk".

After all, the Holy Son is watching, isn't he?

Every actor in the Golden Skylark Theatre always sneaks a peek at the terrace on the second floor when they take the stage. Everyone told themselves in their hearts that the legendary King Twilight was watching their show. The performers put in 12 points of energy and played to their best level, coupled with excellent props and excellent scripts. From time to time, there were bursts of cheers and laughter in the hall, and even some of the guards who were in charge of guarding occasionally whispered applause.

In the audience, compared to Sabrina's concentration and immersion, Lawrence seemed a little less interested.

The former glanced at the latter and asked, "Don't you think tonight's drama is pretty good?"

Cralorence shrugged with a smile.

Sabrina added: "I've seen the 'Recreation Company' from a hundred years ago, and the 'Heloa Troupe' from more than 60 years ago, and the performance of this troupe is already quite good. ”

Claurence, looking at the actors bouncing on the stage, spread his hands slightly, and said with a sigh of relief, "I'm not interested in this kind of story written by someone else. Think about it, isn't it quite boring to have a person behind all this, telling you when to be sad and when to laugh with a so-called plot?"

Sabrina looked at each other with a "hopeless" look and said, "I've known you for more than 70 years, and you're just a simple tragedy. ”

"Life is a drama, which begins with your own crying and ends with the crying of others. Laughter and joy are nothing more than insignificant midfield, and tragedy is the destiny of each of us. But for me......" Claurence, looking at the joys and sorrows behind the scenes on stage, leaned his back towards his seat: "I'm more interested in people's truest reactions to fate. For example, if you create the most desperate adversity for a virtuous person, will he slide into the bottomless abyss because of hatred and desire?"

Sabrina showed a look of disgust: "This kind of thinking will ruin you one day sooner or later." ”

Crorence, shaking his head, changed the subject: "Look at these guards and spectators tonight, don't you see anything?"

Sabrina looked around: "It doesn't seem to be any different. ”

Lawrence's tone sounded a little: "Although the number of guards has not changed, the number of 'inheritors' has decreased. Also, most of the officials in the audience who belonged to the military department of the kingdom were not present. So, what does all this mean?"

"You should know that what I hate most is guessing puzzles!

"The Knights of the Twilight West should have left the kingdom. Croral looked at the drama that was drawing to a close on the stage, smiled, and said, "Next, I have to think of a way to arrange a 'secret conversation' between me and King Twilight." ”