"Okay, I don't care about what you steal, you better go and get busy first. Richard waved at Pandora, "I'm also going to go out and come back later, and during this time, you will be optimistic about home." ”

"Okay. Pandora nodded obediently and was about to leave the main lab. When he walked to the door, he stopped, thought of something, turned his head and asked, "By the way, Richard, you're going to that weekly meeting again, aren't you?"

"Yes. ”

"Can you, then, help me ask if anyone sells something very sturdy that can be used as a weapon, like tinwood. Pandora said with some anticipation, "Ximu is gone, and I always feel that there is no better weapon than him." ”

"You mean, you want another immortal to be your weapon?" Richard looked a little weird.

"If there is, of course it's the best. Pandora said seriously.

"But don't you know why Ximu left?" exhaled Richard.

"Wasn't it arranged by you to go to the forest for labor reform, and what 'work' was exchanged for the contract period?"

"No, that's just a reason. Richard shook his head and replied, "Another reason is that you are too strong, even if Ximu strengthens your body many times, you still feel that it is in your hands, and sooner or later it will be cut off by you." ”

Pandora's eyes widened and she thought for a moment, "So, you mean, I need to use an immortal species stronger than tin wood as a weapon to meet the demand." ”

"No, I mean, I'm afraid it's hard to find something suitable for your weapon in the whole world, especially in a small city like Faro, so don't expect too much. ”

Pandora: "......"

Richard: "Okay, I'm leaving, you just take care of the house." If possible, I'll probably bring you back a worse weapon, so I'll make do with it. ”

Pandora waved listlessly: "Oh, okay......" pushed the door and left.

Richa looked at it, shook his head slightly, and followed him out the door.

......

In the morning, the city of Faro.

A four-wheeled carriage drove quickly on the city's roads, its wheels running over the bluestone floor, making a "boom" sound, and finally the carriage stopped smoothly in front of a tall building under the skillful control of the groom.

It is an almost shell-shaped building and is one of the more famous theaters in the city of Faro, called the Sidon Opera.

The entire Sidon Opera House is more than ten meters high, unlike ordinary theaters, in a drama hall, where seats and boxes of different identities are set up to maximize profits, but directly divided into three floors.

The lower floor is open to the general public, and in several huge drama halls with ordinary decorations, there will be a cycle of popular dramas, operas or other entertainment programs, which is a good place for many ordinary people in the city to have fun in their spare time.

The middle floor, compared with the lower floor, is much smaller, with only a dozen relatively small drama halls, which are generally given to some nobles to perform alone, or rented out for some groups to hold gatherings, meetings, etc.

As for the upper floor, it was even smaller, with only three drama halls, and it was a place where only the wealthy aristocracy and the rest of the few could afford to consume. Speaking of which, compared with the drama hall on the middle floor, the upper floor is more luxurious than the decoration, and there are no other outstanding places, but the price has more than doubled, and the cost performance is very low.

But then again, the low cost performance is also an advantage in the eyes of some people, a symbol of status - not the best, but the most expensive.

"Click......

Richard walked into the theater and quickly went up to the third floor along the exclusive passageway.

The entire floor of the third floor, with a clean red carpet on the ground, stepped on it, it was silent, as if the whole world was quiet.

Richard walked down the hallway, past one male waiter after another, to the end. Stretching out his hand to push open the brown-red wooden door there, he walked in, and a drama hall covering an area of more than 200 square meters with golden decoration appeared in front of him - this is the Golden City Drama Hall.

Speaking of the Golden City Drama Hall, it is not very large, nearly half of the area is occupied by the drama stage, and the rest is the seating area. In the seating area, there are more than 30 soft sofa seats.

At this time, there were more than a dozen people of different ages and costumes sitting in these seats, some of them closed their eyes and recuperated, some of them were drowsy, and the rest were watching the show on the stage with great interest.

Richard glanced at it, sat down in the back seat, looked at the drama stage, looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and found that today's show was a little complicated.

It seems that the playwright wants to challenge the current mainstream model of drama, such as: the dark-skinned princess, the frail prince with only one eye, the king who is depressed and often cries, the tall and handsome palace guard, and the wise queen.

The plot advances rapidly, and more than twenty minutes later, the show ushered in its ending: the princess stabbed the prince to death, jumped off the building and committed suicide, and the king went crazy and was bled to death by the doctor. The queen took a fancy to the handsome guards and tried to champion them as the new king. As a result, during the enthronement ceremony of the new king, an unprecedented earthquake struck the whole country, and everyone died cleanly.

Richard read it quietly, with a strange expression.

In the middle of the front row, an old man was very satisfied with watching it, and as soon as the show ended, he applauded, praised without hesitation, and woke up those sleepy guys who closed their eyes and recuperated by the way.

The old man, courtesy of a tall black dome, was dressed in a close-fitting garment with four pockets—the most popular style in Faro City at the moment, somewhat similar to a suit on earth. In addition, the old man wore a golden monocle, a silver civilization stick in his hand, a standard old gentleman's style, and his nobility was even more noble than that of the nobles, which made people feel a little respectful.

"Smack!"

Amid the applause of the old gentleman, on the stage of the drama, the "dead" actors bowed and left the stage one by one, and everyone sitting in the hall also regained consciousness.

The old gentleman stood up with a civilized stick, looked back and swept the audience, took out a pocket watch with a gold chain from his pocket, glanced at it and said with a smile: "Okay, everyone, the time is almost up, everyone who can come must have come, and those who can't should have something to delay, so we won't wait." So, this week's exchange meeting officially begins, how about it?"

"Good. ”

"Yes. ”

"Agreed. ”

Scattered voices echoed the sound, and the resolution was quickly reached.

"Good. The old gentleman received a response, his expression straightened, and he grabbed the middle of the civilization stick, and pointed to the soft sofa in the style of the Soma League that he had just sat on. I didn't see any change, but the soft sofa was under the control of a strange force, and it spontaneously rotated, turning quickly one hundred and eighty degrees, turning from facing away from everyone to facing everyone.

The old gentleman bent down and sat down, showed a serious expression, and announced with words: "Well, this time the antiquities exchange meeting has officially begun!"

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