The song sounded and the actors took the stage.

The entire theater audience fell silent and enjoyed the performance on stage.

The scenes are gorgeously arranged, the actors are engaged, and the singing is one after another, and a wonderful drama is staged in front of people's eyes.

Wren watched it carefully for a few minutes, feeling that this art form was similar to his previous life.

It's a pity that whether it was in his previous life or in Allenus, maybe he really didn't have artistic cells, or maybe there were aesthetic differences, he worked hard for a while, but he still couldn't appreciate it.

No matter how superb the performance and how beautiful the singing, Wren is always very playful and cannot truly indulge in it like everyone else.

Viola was very engaged, and during the interlude, he discussed a few words, telling Wren that the creator of this opera was none other than President Hasilin.

The synopsis of the play is very simple, the male protagonist is a handsome and dashing aristocratic son, who is a socialite from a commoner, equivalent to a famous ji, and the two sides are happy, but they are obstructed by the aristocratic family, and various misunderstandings occur between them, which leads to a breakup.

In short, it is a tragedy.

Tragedy is the destruction of beautiful things for people to see, this is the common truth, people are fascinated by it, many female audience members are sobbing quietly, and the handkerchiefs that wipe their tears are soaked.

Wren doesn't know how to appreciate and is not a sentimental person, so he doesn't feel deeply, and if it weren't for Viola, he would have deserted a long time ago.

Finally, almost two hours later, the opera ended.

The theater burst into thunderous applause, and the actors took the stage for a curtain call.

Wren applauded the crowd, and he noticed that Viola's eyes were slightly red, apparently infected by the opera.

She looked back, her eyes full of depth.

A smile appeared on Wren's face, and the hands of the two were gently clasped together, similar to a smile, as if they had a heart.

"It's time. Viola calmed down, no longer as nervous as she was on the way to the Grand Theater, and whispered, "Let's go to the gods in the back, the priests should be ready." ”

"Good. Wren nodded.

Viola put down the tulle on her hat to block her appearance, and naturally took his arm and walked out of the theater box.

Along the way, the two deliberately avoided the audience and entered the depths of the Grand Theater.

The architectural distribution of the Grand Wing Theater is roughly divided into three parts.

At the front is the performance center open to the public, which is the main body of the theater, and the whole is a huge circular building.

Coming out of the back of the theater is an expansive garden.

The garden is designed to be stunningly dreamlike, with stone-paved paths leading through the garden to trellises, pavilions, sculptures, magical fountains, tinkling water, manicured trees and vines, and soft magical light sources.

Looking through the end of the garden, under the night, you can vaguely see that there is a solemn and quiet god.

Both the garden and the gods were allowed to come in only by members of the art association, as well as by believers in the long-haired lady.

Viola explains, "Outside the gods of the long-haired lady, there is usually a garden for believers to display their artistic talents, and it is also an important place for believers to communicate. ”

"I see. ”

Wren suddenly saw in some corners of the garden several couples of men and women strolling hand in hand, or sitting on benches whispering, laughing happily from time to time.

Isn't this a dating mecca, similar to the grove in the school?

"I'll take you around the garden, which is also a pre-ritual step. Viola smiled and said, "From this moment on, it may attract the attention of the long-haired lady." ”

Wren was slightly frightened, so he naturally agreed.

The two walked into the garden arm in arm, strolling leisurely and admiring the masterpieces of the artists. Occasionally, when I bumped into other couples, they all nodded slightly and staggered.

Wren didn't look back, but it was clear that every couple he met looked back at him and Viola after they had walked by.

When they were far away, they would whisper.

"Gossip is really human God, no matter what world it is in"

Wren sighed in his heart, looked at Viola on the side, and found that her mind was very focused, almost all on herself, completely ignoring others.

"Concentrate on it. He quickly gathered his thoughts.

The garden was very large, and the two of them walked around for half an hour, only walking a small part, and felt that it was almost there, and they came directly to the god.

The god of the long-haired lady is not majestic, a row of cylindrical columns supporting the dome, the structure is elegant and classical, and there is a semicircular arch in the direction of the garden, on which are carved numerous reliefs.

Architecture is also one of the arts, and this god is a huge work of art.

When Wren came out of the garden with Viola in his arms, he suddenly saw that there was already a group of people waiting in front of the gate of God.

His first impression of these people was that he had entered a star company.

Regardless of men and women, young and old, these dozen or so people are all handsome men and beautiful women.

Some of them wear formal clothes and have a dignified demeanor, and some of them are casually dressed and unkempt, but each of them has a unique temperament, as if they are not ordinary, elegant and chic, and any one of them is the most eye-catching focus of the crowd.

What an art association, it is clearly an appearance association!

Wren secretly complained that the long-haired lady, a god, deserves to have a "beautiful" priesthood, and is very partial to good-looking believers, and none of them are ugly.

He quietly opened the eyes of his soul and swept them over to confirm that these people were priests of the Good Church.

At the head of the head was none other than the president of the Art Society, Count Hasilin.

From President Hacrein onwards, the souls of everyone else were shrouded in the fire of faith, and everyone was at least a devout believer, and most believed only in long-haired ladies.

However, after Wren finished observing the souls of these people, his heart sank.

He saw that the soul color of several people was red, most of them were light red, but there were also one or two crimsons, which represented hostility towards him. x

It's not good!

Wren's eyes swept over these people, who were basically men, and he guessed what was going on at once.

The Church of Good Faith was a bit of a boom, with more women than men, and more women priests than men, with only five or six men present, but with the exception of President Hasilin, almost all of the men's souls were dyed red.

"I've become the public enemy of men in the Art Society. ”

Wren didn't care about this, and held Viola's hand tighter, a bit of a show-off.

Under everyone's gaze, Viola and Wren walked side by side to the gates of God.

At this moment, the door of God is not opened.

Hasilin did not delay, and said directly: "The ceremonial altar has been arranged, you go in, we will guard outside, pray to the lady with you, and ask the lady for divine magic." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Viola replied indifferently.

Hasilyn nodded, turned to face the god's gate, and prepared to open.

"Please wait a minute, Your Excellency. ”

A handsome voice suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

Only Hasilin was unmoved, focusing on casting spells, releasing a white light that activated the runes on the god's gate, and the heavy stone gate opened inward, revealing the scene inside.

After doing all this, Hasilin slowly turned around and asked, "Yatitz, what do you have to say?"

The voice was a young man in his thirties, handsome and elegant with a bit of grace, talented, wearing a blue formal suit, with a sword at his waist, carrying a delicate lyre, and a timeless temperament, no matter who saw him, he had to praise a handsome man, enough to capture the hearts of countless girls.

Wren met this man not long ago, on the stage of the opera just now, and he played the male lead.

In the opera, this Yatetz is a handsome and dashing aristocratic son, and outside of the opera, he is not a commoner, and wears a noble medal in front of him.

From Yatetz's soul, it can be seen that he is a fifth-level magic swordsman.

Wren took a closer look and found that this guy was not simple, he was not a regular elemental magic swordsman, and several elements were a little rare, like a rare and extraordinary profession, but it was not perfect.

In short, this person is very strong.

The other party suddenly spoke, and Wren was not surprised at all, he noticed at first glance that this person was the most hostile to him, and it would be strange if he didn't act.

He looked at Viola on the side.

Hidden behind the hazy veil, she was speechless, and seemed to have no clue, but her hands clenched hard revealed her thoughts, and she was obviously extremely angry.

Yatetz took two steps forward and said in a loud voice, "Your Excellency, please forgive me for my rudeness. I'm just asking if there is a provision in the canon that one must be a believer in a lady or a true artist to enter a lady's god."

Hasilin did not hesitate, nodded and said, "There is such a rule." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Yatetz saluted very politely, then turned to Wren, took two steps forward and asked, "Mr. Wren, are you a believer in the long-haired lady?"

"It's not. Wren replied blandly.

"So, do you know art?" asked Yatetz again.

Wren had already roughly guessed his intentions, and suddenly thought it was interesting.

This man's every move is like a theatrical performance, his speech is subdued, polite, well-dressed, his words and deeds are as if they have been rehearsed, all impeccable, looking a little pompous, but it feels very natural.

This is too deep into the play, and he regards himself as the male protagonist in life

Or what role game is playing

Wren guessed in his heart, and replied playfully: "I understand a little." ”

Because he didn't answer Yatetz immediately, his face was also a little strange, and in the eyes of others, he thought it was a sign of weakness.

"Who dares to say that Wren doesn't understand art"

Viola couldn't help but defend: "Everyone, you've all heard Viola by the lake, and Wren is the author of the score. Isn't the person who can write this beautiful music still an artist?"

"If Mr. Wren is the author of the score, then of course he is qualified to enter the gods, but unfortunately he is not. Yatetz immediately retorted loudly.

He came prepared, took a few pages from his sticker pocket, opened them and showed them to people.

"Mr. Wren took art classes at Claydon College, which is his attendance record and transcript. ”

In the past three years, Mr. Wren has taken less than five classes in total, never passed the exam, and has not produced any outstanding work. ”

"How could such a person compose such a beautiful tune as Viola by the lake"

Yatertz showed the pages from the priests, and finally handed them to Hasilin, and said, "Your Excellency, President, please look at them." ”

Hasilin flipped through the report card, his face slightly gloomy.

The eyes of the priests were full of suspicion, most of them were women, and they also listened to the beautiful music, and it was with this song that Viola moved them, and promised other benefits, that they agreed, and in the majority of the vote, Viola held a prayer in advance.

But now it seems that the creator of the score is someone else.

Everyone immediately had a guess, and it was clear that Viola was the real creator.

Wren looked calm, but shouted in his heart: ", this guy's methods are amazing, not only did he get my transcript in the academy, but he also guessed the facts." ”

This time I really can't argue, I really don't have the original.

Seeing the people's reaction like this, Viola finally couldn't hold her breath anymore and became anxious.

She knew very well what Wren was doing at Claydon College, and she knew that he had been unknown before, but she had seen Wren's musical talent with her own eyes, and had heard the birth of that score with her own ears, and she had never doubted it.

However, this matter really cannot be explained, and no one will believe it when it is said.

"That's Wren's work. ”

Viola was a little weak to argue, she glared at Yatetz angrily, and asked coldly, "Yatetz, what good is it for you to do this?"

"Viola, I'm not targeting you. I'm just defending the majesty of the lady, and not all vulgar commoners are qualified to enter the altar of God and blasphemy. Yatetz shrugged his shoulders freely, looking very sincere, as if he was really thinking about the church.

He looked at Viola's beautiful face, his face softened, and a little admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, Viola, the most beautiful and noble Violet of Lonsard, I don't know what kind of man is worthy of you, but I do"

Yatetz speaks in an operatic aria with a sense of emotion, undulating rhythms and strong appeal.

Wren was about to interrupt when he heard this, but saw Yatetz pointing at him, and his voice rose: "But I know that this liar is definitely not worthy of you, and he must be kicked out!"

The priests seemed to be affected by the contagiousness of the words, and looked at Wren with a look of disgust.

Viola laughed angrily, "Get Wren out, who will hold the ceremony with me?"

"It's an honor!"

Yatetz immediately looked flattered, "Of course, I would prefer that Viola can pray alone, without having to perform in front of the lady, I believe you will definitely get a response from the lady." ”

Wren really can't stand this guy, it's simply the reincarnation of the drama spirit.

He has already seen Yatetz's sick psychology, madly admiring Viola, he must have been rejected many times, and he has long regarded Viola as his own belly in his heart, typical "I can't get it, and I can't let others get it", so he does this kind of thing that hurts others and is not beneficial to himself.

To deal with this kind of person, there is no need to talk nonsense, or fists are the simplest and most direct.

As for not being able to enter the gods, Wren actually doesn't care, anyway, with the contribution of the gramophone, there will be no problem if he doesn't participate in the prayer ceremony.

Viola is her own person sooner or later.

Wait until the ceremony is over, and then find this drama actuarial accounting.

Wren thought calmly, and was about to let Viola enter the god by herself, Yatetz cast a provocative gaze and said contemptuously: "Mr. Wren, I heard that you are a member of the demon slaying team, presumably your strength is very good, and you are very good at fighting."

"My strength is okay. Wren rolled his eyes and asked, "Mr. Yatertz wants to do something with me."

Yatetz laughed again, "Actually, I don't like to fight people, but I want to challenge what you do best to prove that you don't deserve to be Viola's man." None of us are worthy of Viola. ”

Wren was worried that he wouldn't have a chance to punch someone, but he didn't expect him to stick his face over.

But he didn't want to just hurt the other person, but also completely defeat the megalomaniac psychologically, so he asked, "What is Mr. Yatterz good at?"

Yatetz looked smug in his eyes and said loudly: "Poetry and swordsmanship." ”

Wren's eyes lit up, and he immediately had an idea: "Then let's compare poetry and swordsmanship." ”

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