"Ladies and gentlemen, the Babeette Theater." With that, Nick bowed deeply towards the glorious theater.

"Can't we go in? What do you mean? Nick said.

Although the two guards were dressed in leather shoes, there was nothing fancy to hide their hurtful nature. They had tattoos wrapped around their necks and wrists, and one of them had a sizzling sound of charging from his mechanical hand. It's hard to figure out if it's a stun baton or a more lethal weapon – maybe it's just a bad contact.

"We'll pay." Kates said.

"It's not about the money, chick." One of the guards said. Wen gave him a name in his heart, the Alchemy Gas Tank.

"What does that have to do with that?" She asked.

"You can't wear anything."

"That's right." The second doorman interjected. His robot was still screaming. "Madame Babeta asks her guests to be at least ...... in terms of dress Hygiene. I'm afraid your clothes aren't up to par. ”

"So, where to climb from." The first doorman said.

"Where did it come from? Isn't this Zaun? Cates was incredulous: "That's where we came from!" You fool from the gutter! ”

"Fuck off, little chop. This is Zuan, but not your Zuan. The gas tank said.

"Okay." Nick turned and walked away. "Let's go."

"Wait a minute, what did you say?" Gentle others keep up with Nick. "We're going home like that?"

His brother didn't speak, and walked until he was out of reach of the two guards. The crowd at the gate just blocked the view of the doorman.

"Of course not. Look how stupid I am, what's the number one rule of the gutter? 'Those who go through the front gate are wronged. ’”

They walked back and forth around the square for ten minutes before finally finding their destination. Wen kept an eye on the door of the theater. People are still entering, so the show probably hasn't started yet.

"There." Fain said, pointing to a roof that was spewing emerald green smoke. Fein worked under Markov, a smog cleaner, because he was so thin that he could climb into narrow pipes to shovel off the dirt that was clogging the airflow, at the cost of a few gears.

The source of the smoke is a small restaurant that looks like they have both Zaun street food and haute pi city food. The décor of the restaurant is dull and deliberate, and the food on display looks too fine to be eaten.

"If my nose is correct, this chimney is shared. You see, you can smell the smell of the kitchen, and the smell of burnt crystal lamps in Babet. ”

"I knew I was right to bring you, Finn." Nick leads the group down the alley between the restaurant and the theater. Boxes from the docks were stacked high on the walls, and hissing pipes hung overhead. The strong men were carrying goods, tired and panting like cattle. Nobody cares about these kids.

Finn stretched out his hand to chart the route of the pipe, listening to the movement and counting in his mouth. He sniffed the air and smiled easily.

"That's it." He pointed to a thin tube on the rock face.

"Are you sure? Make no mistake about it, in the end we were all rushed back to Zuan. Jane asked.

"Can't be wrong, raking the ditch. Haven't you crawled through the mud as many times as I do, and you can smell where this pipe leads. ”

They waited for a while, and only climbed onto the roof when the movers were resting. Fein quickly found a low door on the side of the pipe and triumphantly pried it open. Wen looked pale at the smoke billowing out of the low door.

"Is this safe?" He asked.

"No problem for gutter pickpockets. Trust me, you've smoked more than this cigarette when you walk around the streets. ”

Wen hesitated, but Fein had already climbed in, and Janeko and Cates immediately followed. Nick gestured, pointing to the ventilation pipe.

"It's your turn, boy." Nick said.

Wen nodded, and climbed into the iron pipe. There was the sound of knees scraping the floor, as well as cursing and coughing. Fein was right, although the smell here was really bad, it was nowhere near as good as when the haze was filled, and every breath was like a war. Nick followed, elbows and knees sounding very rhythmic. The light filtered through the cracks in the iron pipes, but it soon disappeared as the pipes dug into the cliffs.

"How far is it?" Nick shouted behind him, his voice echoing eerily through the pipes. But no one answered. Wen tried not to wonder why there was silence ahead. Was it like Janeko feared that the pipe suddenly broke outside the cliff and threw them down? Or is the person in front choking on the smoke? Or maybe the rocks here are getting sad too, squeezing their lost little bugs?

The fear of being crushed to death by the grieving rocks nearly paralyzed Wen to the ground. Suddenly, a hand reached down from above and grabbed the back of his neck.

"Caught!" A voice hoarsely said as Wen was lifted out of an unseen entrance in the dark. He screamed and struggled until he realized that it was Janko who had captured him. They came to a dark room with a wooden floor. It's not completely black, and there's a thin light under the crack in the door. Gently, there was a dazzling array of theater outfits in front of me, piled up. Masks, colorful costumes, stage backdrops, and various props were set up on several shelves.

Finn, with a fake horse's head on his head, laughed and kicked around the room. Cates wears a golden crown surrounded by fake gemstones with a red stone in the center. Janeko wielded a wooden sword with silver paint on the blade.

Wen smiled, and Nick climbed out of the pipe. He was a little dizzy, not because of the smoke or excitement.

"Well done, Finn." Nick patted the dust off his body and coughed up a patch of gray phlegm.

Finn was a little unaccustomed to Nick's compliments. He shook off his horse's head and smiled awkwardly. Finn was about to speak, but he heard the sound of drums and wind music.

"It's about to begin." Kates said.

The interior of the Babeta Theatre is as decorated as the outside. The main hall is decorated with streamers, and the box is gilded with gold leaf. The vaults of the ceiling are painted with stunning landscapes: swaying jungles, rolling hills, and heart-wrenching blue lakes. A large crystal chandelier hangs from the vault, and the light in the shape of a constellation slowly turns, and the whole hall swayes.

The hall was crammed with hundreds of people, from well-dressed pleasure-seekers to dancers who had stripped off their coats and thrown away their restraints. The band was on a half-high platform on one side of the hall, engrossed in playing restless music, which made people's blood rush and couldn't help but stomp their feet. The music was very incendiary, and Katz pulled the laughing Wen onto the dance floor. Elsewhere, the presence of five gutter kids would have provoked a reaction from the crowd, but here, huddled in the midst of whirling dancers and singers, they would barely attract any attention.