Abby Theatre.

After an hour of disaster, the glittering theater was in ruins.

The marble table was smashed by the waist, and even more so the wooden chairs around it.

The fountain in the hall was supposed to be a sight to behold, but now the stone ball at the top of the fountain hole is gone, and if memory serves, it must have been thrown onto the chandelier by Caron

- God knows why the chandelier hasn't been smashed yet.

As soon as Oreo thought this, the chandelier shook twice, and then smashed into the middle of the hall, splashing bright white glass on the ground.

As the chandelier fell, the entire hall suddenly dimmed, and the ruins were like Senluo Hell.

Alan watched this scene in despair, he almost wanted to bite Oreo to death on the spot now, but Cuarón was present, and he didn't even dare to say anything.

Seeing that Cuarón still had the intention of continuing to destroy, Oreo clapped his hands.

"It's time to stop."

Cuarón nodded, threw the sofa behind him, and the ten-meter-long creature spun twice in the air before smashing into the thick pillar.

The pillar, which had two people hugging together, struggled to block the blow.

Fearing that the terrace on the pillars would fall down, Oreo looked at the terrace warily for a moment, and after making sure it was still solid, he reproached.

"Every time you make such a big fuss, Mr. Allen is almost stupid by you."

Remembering that there was still Alan, Caron walked briskly and reached out to lift Alan.

Allen has not been stimulated more than he has been in today's life, and he has become numb.

Oreo looked up at Allen, his words full of concern.

"Lord Allen, are you still awake?"

Seeing that Eren didn't answer, Oreo assumed that he was awake and continued.

"I am ashamed that this manservant has caused such a loss to your theater ......"

Alan didn't know what kind of inhuman torture he was going to inflict on himself, so he simply closed his eyes.

Oreo continued.

"Out of humanitarianism, I decided to compensate you for the loss of the theater, it just so happens that I have a friend who is an architect, and I will help you restore the theater to its original appearance in the form of contract labor and material design, do you think it's okay?"

Although he knew that the other party was playing tricks on him, Alan couldn't help but say.

"What did you say?"

Oreo pulled out his notebook, and he said as he wrote.

"I said I would restore your theater to its original state, this is my letter of commitment, and if I don't follow the agreement, you can always take me to court."

Motioning for Cuaron to put him down, Oreo stepped forward quickly, shoved the paper into Eren's pocket, and straightened his collar for him.

"By the way, I will also compensate you for the losses of your work injuries and business closure in the past few days, I wish you a happy life and a happy day."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving Alan alone in a daze.

Cuarón rubbed his hands together, and as he passed by Alan, he only heard Cuarón muttering to himself.

"It's been a long time since I've had this coolness, it's really rare."

Walking out of the theater, Oreo said as he waved his top hat.

"Sometimes the solution is so simple, it doesn't cost two thousand gold coins to restore the whole theater, and I used this little money to let the whole of Turin know Angelyle, I'm a genius."

"You're right."

Cuarón chimed in, and he continued.

"Young master, Miss Angelil will be leaving in two days, I'll go to the Sixth Street Market to buy some ingredients, it will take some time."

"What are you doing with such a grand ceremony, I'm just letting you make a few simple dishes."

Having said that, Oreo still said, "Hurry up, we'll take care of lunch by ourselves, and dinner will be handed over to you." ”

Caron nodded.

"Yes, young master."

......

Turin, City Patrol.

The things explained by the above were completed, and Eden was in a good mood these days, so he immediately decided to leave work early with nothing to do.

He beckoned his men to prepare a carriage for him, and when he went downstairs, the two carriages were safely parked in front of the door, and the door was wide open.

The coachman was a tall, thin middle-aged man who wore a wide-brimmed hat.

When he saw Eden, the coachman took off his hat and put it on his chest to salute.

"Director Eden."

Eden nodded, pointing into the distance.

"Go to Fifth Street."

The City Patrol coachmen knew where Fifth Street was, and the carriage drove out of the City Patrol Bureau, and it crossed the alley at the door, and soon ran wild down the wide road.

It was winter, and Eden wasn't in the habit of taking a nap at this season, but it was warm inside the carriage, and he leaned against the wall of the carriage and took a nap.

After resting for a while, he was woken up by a wave of frustration.

Reaching out and opening the window, there is a small river, and there are many buildings on the other side of the river, each with a different system, but the same color in the big picture.

If I'm not mistaken, my mansion seems to be in that house, but I've never seen my home from this angle.

Where is this?

Eden looked down and saw that the carriage was driving on a wide road, but it was dusty and overgrown with weeds.

This is......

Eden remembered something, and he lifted the curtain and scolded angrily.

"Where are you going? Can't even remember the road? ”

The coachman was pinching the reins, and he didn't make any moves when he heard Eden's reprimand.

He was about to teach the novice driver a lesson, but Eden suddenly realized that something was wrong with the driver.

He was dressed in the costume of the City Patrol, but he actually had a head full of silver hair, and this hair was obviously carefully groomed!

Eden pulled out his pistol, and before he could say the words of warning, his hand was grabbed by the coachman.

To be the director of the Upper City Patrol Bureau, Eden was not an idle person, he immediately turned over the bowl and held the coachman's arm with his backhand, but the coachman quickly stretched out his other hand.

Eden subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and the driver grabbed the pistol and squeezed it hard.

Looking at the broken barrel of the gun, Eden said in horror.

"Who are you? What do you want? ”

The coachman said lightly.

"Director Eden, someone wants to invite you to an event, and I have been sent to pick you up."

"What activity?"

"It's coming soon, you'll know."

Eden gasped, he vaguely recognized where this was—

This is Fourth Street!

This is not the underground Fourth Street, but the area of Turin that was historically real, but abandoned for various reasons, the real Fourth Street!

When it comes to this street, one hundred and one out of a hundred people in Turin will feel creepy, there have been too many deaths on Fourth Street in the past, and everyone thinks that there will be resentful spirits here, and normal people will never set foot in Fourth Street for half a step!

Glancing at the coachman in front of him, combined with his previous great strength, Eden said tremblingly.

"Are you...... Ghost? ”

Cuarón shook his head.

"If you don't mind, you can call me a chef."