Two days later, Victor's most anticipated moment finally arrived.

The premiere of "Dust of Annihilation" was scheduled to begin at 3 p.m., and he arrived at the theater early to wait for the ticket to be checked. After a year, the theater dedicated to the Shadow expanded considerably, adding a few new viewing rooms, as well as a waiting hall and courtyard outside. Although he arrived half an hour early, there were still many people gathered in the hall.

"This is Mr. Garmore from the Quarter Moon Bay Chamber of Commerce, I'm glad to meet you. ”

"Where, where, I didn't expect to see the big businessman of Dawn here, please take care of the business in the future. ”

"Isn't it the pillar of the Cajun Troupe standing there? I wonder if I can see the master himself. ”

"If you know, please introduce me. ”

"Absolutely. ”

Everyone gathered in twos and threes, talking about the relationship with each other. As he expected, those who can afford dozens of golden dragon tickets are basically upper-class celebrities, and this is also one of the hidden values of premiere tickets.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Victor? I heard that you have changed careers and are no longer in the jewelry business?" Occasionally, someone in the crowd would recognize him.

"I'm still doing it, but it's just not going to be good lately. ”

"I like the new bed from your chamber of commerce, and there are a lot more repeat customers after the hotel is replaced, and I want to order another hundred sets. ”

"Thank you for your affirmation, we can make an appointment to talk about it after watching the Shadow. ”

"Okay, that's it. ”

Linglong on the side was speechless when she heard it, probably for her, it was really unimaginable to casually reach a deal for dozens or hundreds of golden dragons. Finally, when no one talked, he quietly pulled the corner of Victor's clothes, "Sir, are these people here to see the Shadow or to discuss business?" And I see that many people don't know you before, aren't you afraid that they will lie to you?"

"Don't worry, it's just a common thing for businessmen, just get used to it. Victor smiled, after all, a businessman who is willing to buy a premiere ticket is a kind of strength in itself, and once he steps into this circle, he can gain the recognition of others to a large extent. The Shadow is not a physical object and leaves nothing after reading it, so in a sense, it is more convincing than a jewelry necklace all over the body.

Just as he was walking and explaining, he suddenly collided with someone passing by.

"Ah...... I'm sorry," Victor noticed that the other party was a woman, and was the first to apologize, but when he saw the appearance of the person who was hit, he couldn't help but be stunned.

It was a lifeless face, not bad in terms of facial features alone, and if it was dressed up a little, it should be above Linglong. But the pale complexion and empty eyes almost ruined it all, and one could not help but feel disgusted and distant—such a gloomy look really did not fit in with the atmosphere in the hall.

The woman didn't say anything, just glanced at him, and continued to walk forward with a blank face.

What a weirdo...... Victor muttered to himself.

"Sir!" Linglong, who hadn't noticed this scene at all, grabbed his hand and shouted, "The Shadow is about to start, let's go in!"

"Ah...... Well. Victor shook his head, putting the unhappiness behind him, and followed Linglong towards the viewing room.

......

"What just happened?" said Joe, looking at Farina worriedly.

"Nothing," Falina whispered, "it's just that someone hasn't paid attention to the road." Let's go, since you brought me here, don't be stunned outside. ”

"Yes, yes," Jo hesitated to take her hand, but was never able to reach out, "and don't forget that I am by your side at all times. ”

Farina didn't answer, and being here with him was the biggest reward she could give.

It has been nearly half a year since she came to Neverwinter, and those ancient witches who claimed to be from more than four hundred years ago did not lie, her injuries were healed little by little, and she was able to walk on her own from being completely unable to move now. Although the whiplashes and burns on her body were still there, Falina had no complaints, if she was a witch in the hands of the church, her fate would only be ten million times worse than this—what else could she say about doing this for her enemies?

However, the expected judgment was delayed, and even the King of the Grey Keep did not meet her, but sent someone to ask her dozens of questions, and then there was no follow-up. She deliberately lied about some questions, trying to provoke the anger of the other party, but in exchange for a casual ridicule.

After being released from prison, Joe buys a house to settle her. Unlike her, Joe, a former nobleman, soon got a job in the Executive Hall and quickly adapted to his new identity—or rather, he wasn't supposed to be a church member in the first place. But this did not bring a turnaround to Farina, on the contrary, it was a torture. Because the longer she stayed in Neverwinter and the more she learned about the city, the more she realized the church's mistakes. Witches have nothing to do with the devils of hell, they are usually just like ordinary people except for their magical powers. And Roland Wimbledon, who harnessed the power of witches, did not turn his city into a demon cave, and even a blind man could not deny the thriving scene here.

On the one hand, she was loyal to the church for half her life, and on the other hand, she was a denial of everything she had done, and the two thoughts alternately clashed, which made Falina very painful. Perhaps this is a kind of trial in itself, and sometimes even more torturous than torture. If it weren't for Joe's need for her, she would have chosen to cut herself off.

Despite this, Falina didn't know how long she could hold on, and she vaguely felt that the two tickets sent by the Star Flower Troupe might be the last straw that overwhelmed her. Cajun Feth must have been commissioned by Roland to write this script, undoubtedly with the aim of completely reversing the world's perception of the Church and further consolidating the throne of the House of Wimbledon.

She could already imagine that the Church would be the object of everyone's spit, the last effort of Master Tucker Thor...... And the countless inquisitors who died on the walls like him, it was just a joke.

Falina didn't want to see this moment coming, but she agreed to Joe's invitation anyway.

Just as she despised the fleeing church leaders, she accepted their commission to stand up and stabilize Hermes.

Just because she was needed by Joe.

But...... This is probably the last reward she can do.

The lights dimmed.

When darkness enveloped the entire viewing room, the shadow began.

......

The story begins more than 300 years ago on the Hermes Plateau, where the new holy city is still a stone, and the picture passes over the steep mountain wall, leaps over a vast snowfield, and takes in the vast gap in the desperate mountains.

Although he had seen the Shadow several times, Victor still felt a tremor in his heart when this view of the land was revealed.

Across the gap, he saw a multitude of cultists busily building their new city, as if it were the world of three hundred years ago.

Moments later, the screen zooms back to the earth and plunges vertically into a large pit - the narrator introduces Victor to the name of the Church's core institution, the Privy Council, for the first time. Judging from the sound of ear to ear around him, other people felt similar to him. Starting with an unknown secret is already the most attractive topic, and the promotional "history of the past that only the royal family is qualified to know" has greatly boosted the audience's interest. Soon, Victor's attention was completely drawn to the story.

Legend has it that every 400 years, the world will be greeted by a catastrophe, when a huge red moon will rise in the sky and countless enemies will pour out from hell to devour the kingdom of mankind. In order to survive, the witch has placed her hopes on a transcendent power that combines the blood of a witch with the soul of a samurai to forge a steel body that knows neither magic nor pain—the Divine Punishment Samurai.

In order to ensure the implementation of the plan, the witches formed a church and began to select and train qualified candidates. The protagonist of the story is a witch and the next pope of the church. Another important role is the papal guardian and the captain of the Inquisition.

Just like most dramas, after a period of getting along, the two went from despising each other, to recognizing each other, to loving each other, and gradually became a pair of inseparable lovers. The witch and the guardian even made a promise that when a new pope replacement was found, the two would undergo the ritual of transformation of the Divine Punishment Army together, and become a symbiote that would never be separated.

This relationship was tactfully told by Cajun Fez, whether it is the expression technique or the actors' lines, it can be said to be the culmination of decades of skill. Coupled with the excellent performance of the Xinghua Theatre Troupe, all the audience was immersed in a touching atmosphere, and Linglong cried softly for the promise of the two.

However, the plot takes a sharp turn for the worse, and the Guardian's father, tempted by power, designs to frame the current Pope and puts the crown on his head. The witch, who is the successor, naturally becomes his next thorn in the eye, and he orders his son to hand over the other's head, but the guardian flatly refuses.

This rebellion has been planned for a long time, and by the time the rebels lifted the curtain, everything was irreparable. Desperate, the two chose to flee Hermes in an attempt to bring the news to the king of the plateau. And the Guardian's father also tore through the last trace of concern, and sent his own soldiers to intercept the two halfway, apparently no longer intending to give them a way to live.

The final climax takes place at Greycastle Coldwind Ridge.

A group of Inquisitors quickly caught up with the Witch and the Guardian, and with the disparity in numbers, the death of both seemed a foregone conclusion.

Just when Victor could barely bear to look any further, something incredible happened-

"Please help us, please!" the panting Guardian suddenly turned around and reached out to grab his arm, the hardness and coldness of his armor clearly transmitted through his clothes to Victor. At that moment, an indescribable tremor rose from under his feet and instantly surged throughout his body!

He couldn't help but scream!

"There, take them down!"

"Those who resist will be regarded as comrades, and they will be killed!" shouted the pursuers, raising their crossbows.

"I—I'm not ......" Victor only felt his throat dry, and he couldn't finish this passage for a long time, and the trial warrior on the other side had already pulled the trigger.

A bolt flew almost to his cheek!

At the same time, there was a slight tingling pain.

Victor touched his cheek tremblingly and put his finger in front of his eyes.

I saw a faint scarlet left on it.