Every believer in the Yellow Cloak understands that his life will not end like a normal person.

Everyone will indulge and enjoy their life in the only time they have in their lives.

The life of a drunken gold fan is the daily life of every believer in the Yellow Clothes Group.

They vent their desires as much as they can, and there are very few people like Kecherov who restrain themselves.

They live to leave behind assets for the group after they die, and to provide for the management of the next generation of believers after they join.

And to become a believer in the upper class, it is generally an upper-class aristocrat or a successful person to qualify.

They are scattered in every industry, and over time, the Yellow Coat Group has condensed into a powerful force.

Despite the crackdown by the Investigation Bureau, the people of the Yellow Clad Group still have a high level of influence in society.

And at this time, there was an urge in Kcherov's heart to desecrate Effie's innocence.

For some reason, Kercherov had a strong premonition that his life was imminent.

The instinct that remained in his genes gave him an irresistible desire to possess the girl in front of him.

Kecherov came to his senses, stood up and twisted his thighs hard, using the pain to counteract the grief in his heart.

"Let's leave after eating, I still have someone to meet." Kecherov deliberately put on a cold face to hide his emotions.

"Oh, okay, okay. Thank you, Grato was delicious. Effie smiled sweetly at Kcherov.

"Let's go, boss. I'll eat it again next time I have a chance. Effie waved at the boss.

"Welcome back next time." The boss responded politely.

Effie didn't expect that this parting would be ten years.

The next time Effie came to the store, it was empty.

The original site of the dessert shop has also been reduced to a ruin.

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The two of them walked down the street, and Effie seemed to be still savoring the sweetness left in her mouth.

"Ah, it's delicious. I wonder what the other tastes like? Effie said to herself.

Kecherov rolled his eyes and walked forward on his own

After passing through several alleys, the two came to the famous Ludwigstrasse.

It is home to the largest palace in Munihe, the palace of King Lutepod. ①

The palace is built in a style inspired by the Renaissance building in Rome, the Palazzo Farnese.

It was built by some of the most prominent architects of the 16th century, including Michelangelo, Antonio the Younger. Reach. The palace that Sangaro and others designed for the Farnese family.

The palace of the prince of Lutepod is even more spectacular than the Palazzo Farnese in Rome, with a contrast between the white walls and the dark gray roof, and the façade of the palace looks majestic in the sun.

Next to the palace of King Lutebold is the equally exaggerated Mooney Concert Hall.

The 15-meter-tall auditorium can accommodate 1,445 spectators at the same time.

Effie followed Kercherov into the area for the first time, looking at the Nazarene movement-style mural on the ceiling: William. Kaulbach and Adam. Ebol's "Apollo" let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Be quiet." Kecherov whispered to Effie.

"Oooh." Effie shook her head and whispered in the same voice.

"This is a place for cultural people, don't make too much fuss." Kecherov continued to lower his voice.

"So what are we going to do? Visit? Effie said with a look of anticipatory excitement as she folded her hands on her chest.

“。。。 Then you should consider it a visit. ”

Today, there are no concerts in the concert hall, and only a few tourists come to visit.

The tourists were following a gentleman in a black jacket with a white shirt and a white bow tie.

"Thank you for visiting the Mooney Hall, I'm Frederick. The current head of the Mooney Black Concert Hall, welcome to all of you. ”

Frederick leaned forward, about thirty degrees, with his right hand on his chest, and saluted the crowd who were also dressed in gowns.

Kercherov and Effie's outfits at this time seemed a little out of place on this occasion, but Frederick only glanced at them from a distance, and did not reprimand them for their unsociable clothing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the five busts in this row on the left are Beethoven, Mozart, Gluck, Handel and Haydn.

On the right row are Vogler, Meyur, Webb, Cimarosa and Peter Winter.

They are the top 10 most important composers in the history of music.

And these statues were designed by the famous sculptor Johannes. Ribu is based on the portraits of these ten famous artists. ”

Frederick introduced the exhibits in the concert hall to the visitors, and his perception had captured the homogeneous aura of Kcherov, but he did not say anything.

"Please come with me. Here is the Hall of Inquisition, which was ordered to be built by the great Ludwig I. It is known as "the most unusual classical architectural scheme of a concert hall" and has good acoustics.

Even if you say a word softly on stage, you can hear it clearly in the audience.

Unfortunately, there are no opera or concert performances scheduled today, so you won't be able to experience the magic of this place today, but at the upcoming Moony Black Festival, we will be inviting many music masters to perform for you, including Paulin, who has recently settled in Mooney. Kirk, Mrs. Einstad.

Please come to this carnival of music. ”

Frederick introduced to the tourists.

"Then, it's time for you to visit freely, please let Xiaosheng miss me."

Frederick bowed and left the courtroom.

He walked alone in the hallway, observing the crowd outside the main entrance out of the corner of his eye from around the corner.

Frederick frowned and hid in the bathroom.

Seeing Frederick's exit, Kecherov said to Effie,

"You wait for me here, I'll go and make it convenient."

Effie nodded stupidly, and felt like a curious baby, and the walls were beautifully embossed.

Effie was very interested in these delicately carved and vivid reliefs.

"Grandma is so bad, she doesn't usually take me out to play. I know how beautiful this place is. Effie muttered to herself.

Khcherov deliberately slowed down, and the sound of Kercherov's footsteps sounded in the corridor.

He stood in the middle of the corridor, closed his eyes, and sensed Frédéric's bearings.

Layers of wave-like power came out of Kcherov, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and nothing could be perceived.

Ketcherov frowned, and immediately put away the spread of spiritual power.

"This is? Don't want to see me? ”