This evening. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the outer part of Havenright, the night gets darker. The light moonlight shrouded the newly opened theater in the streets like a mist.

The theater is crowded with people.

Under the vigorous promotion of the Fur family, the audience was packed, and all kinds of audiences filled the theater. They had expectant expressions on their faces, and the cacophony of speech could be heard from the theater half the street.

The rim and dome are filled with oil lamps and candles, making the stage as bright as day at night.

"That shitch was a bit of a use, and I ended up getting enough people. Dick sat in the front row, looked back at the audience, nodded with satisfaction, and said.

Next to him, sat Conte. However, Conte did not react to his words, and at the moment, he was having fun with the theater leaflet.

Obviously, Dick didn't expect anything from Cont either. After confirming that there were no empty seats, he stopped looking around, turned his head back, and sat down in his seat.

Perhaps because he was a little nervous, he suddenly picked up a night pot from his feet and held it in his hand.

Originally, he just held it all the time and wanted revenge - all the time. Later, however, the desire for revenge faded, and he found himself obsessed with this little thing that radiated a metallic sheen. As long as he holds a night pot in his hand and feels the cold temperature, he will be particularly relieved, and no matter how restless his emotions are, he will be gradually soothed by it.

He didn't dare to let others know, and every night before going to bed, he had to put his hand on the night pot to be able to sleep.

"I hope today's performance can end smoothly and there will be no accidents......"

In this way, putting the night pot on his lap and holding it like a pillow, Dick's mood gradually calmed down. He took a deep breath, ignored the pinched noses and strange looks of the audience around him, and waited patiently for the performance to begin.

About ten minutes passed.

A band came to the side of the stage and played melodious music.

The cacophony of the theater suddenly died down. The audience stopped their heated discussions with each other and held their breath and turned their eyes to the center of the stage.

The curtain of the stage was finally slowly opened.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Fol Theatre of Joy and enjoy our show. The host stood on the stage, and although there was no microphone, his voice was still clear and loud, and it spread to every corner of the theater, "As we all know, the theater is entertainment in the inner city, and there are many people who have never enjoyed it." However, from today, all this will change. The Fur family will share this pleasure with everyone in the royal capital, and let us applaud Mr. Aix Fur for his generosity. ”

Led by the fur family's arranged audience, the audience burst into extremely warm applause.

The applause died down, and the host smiled again.

"I know you've been waiting for a long time, so I'm not going to be a nuisance here. Let's enjoy our first show, Mr. Henry from Yorktown, who will show you a magic show. ”

There was applause from the audience again.

The host withdrew, and the band on the side of the stage played cheerful entrance music, trying to mobilize the atmosphere of the scene.

In the midst of the music, just like that, Henry the Magician came on. I saw that his eyes widened, with a confused expression, and he walked a little funny, like a thief hiding his head and tail, and walked on the stage.

He staggered to the center of the stage, and the music stopped.

The audience looked at Henry expectantly.

I saw Henry standing still in the center of the stage, and suddenly, he took out his empty trouser pocket and made an extremely exaggerated crying face to the audience.

Some of the audience members were amused and let out a small burst of laughter.

"Combining comedy and magic is a flattering approach. Dick commented like a judge with a serious expression, and the night pot in his hand seemed to be the trophy he was going to award to the champion, "But let's see, after all, it depends on how well he performs his magic tricks." ”

No one is listening to him, though.

The laughter quickly died down, and a blonde in a short skirt walked onto the stage.

The blonde immediately caused a commotion in the audience.

However, instead of interacting with the audience, she walked straight to Henry's side, crossed her hands on her hips, stared at Henry, and looked at Henry with an angry face, looking half angry and half coquettish.

Many viewers saw this scene and showed interesting expressions.

Seeing this, Henry also scratched his head in embarrassment, as if he was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

He scratched and scratched, and suddenly a rose came out of his hair.

He stared blankly at the roses in his hand, looking out of condition. Suddenly, with an exaggerated flattering smile, he got down on one knee and offered the rose to the blonde.

Laughter and applause erupted from the audience.

When Dick saw this, he also nodded, and pretended to comment: "Although this kind of performance seems a little unpopular in the inner city, it is true that the effect is still good in the outer city." ”

Conte stupidly applauded along with the rest of the audience. The laughter of the others stopped, and he was still laughing from ear to ear, not knowing what he was laughing at.

Seeing this, Dick couldn't help but roll his eyes, revealing that "I don't know you" expression - at that moment, he even had the urge to change places.

The face of the Faer family is going to be lost by this fool!

He held his forehead and covered his face, thinking involuntarily.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard another burst of exclamations from the audience.

What's the magician throwing out again?

Dick was puzzled.

The rhythm of this performance is not well mastered, and most of the audience is still stuck in the comedic effect brought by the previous meme, and it is a little too impatient to throw out new tricks now.

Thinking so, he raised his head and looked at the stage with a frown.

I saw that the stage was empty, and Henry and the blonde, who were still playing there just now, were gone.

Dick froze.

What's going on? Is this part of the show?

"What's going on?" he asked, he patted Conte on the shoulder next to him.

Kante laughed and clapped his hands, saying, "Holy Light...... Hahahaha...... The Light purified them all...... Hahahaha. ”

Dick froze.

After a brief moment of doubt, he began to feel that Conte was being stupid again.

The Light had purified them?

He even laughed out loud with a playful expression.

Soon, though, his laughter became drier and drier. Gradually, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The same goes for the surrounding audience. The expression on their faces slowly changed from anticipation and joy to shock and panic.

I saw that countless paladins suddenly came from the backstage, entrance, and exit of the theater...... All over the place poured out. They were heavily armed, with long swords in their hands, some of them stained with blood. Blood dripped from the blade to the ground, apparently having just killed someone.

The joyous soundtrack came to an abrupt end.

Before the band on the stage could react, a few priests rose from the audience. Several bolts of light were summoned and hit the band at the same time. The whole band was wiped out in an instant, and not even half a string was left.

The audience panicked all of a sudden, and some wanted to stand up and leave the place quickly.

"What the hell is going on......

"Oh my God, are they all dead?"

"What's going on, I don't want to die, I'm going out!"

The same is true of Dick, who sees everything in front of him completely beyond his imagination. In a panic, he also forgot about the show and other things, and just wanted to get out of here quickly.

"Don't panic, no one will hurt you. ”

However, at this moment, a sonorous voice that seemed to have been blessed by divine magic echoed in the theater: "This is the servant of God punishing those who have fallen." As for ordinary believers, naturally they will not be harmed in the slightest. Everyone sat in the audience and admired the vigorous skills of the paladins. ”

At the entrance of the theater, a fat figure walked out.

"Father...... Father?" Dick's eyes widened in disbelief.

It was Aix Fur, the owner of the Fur family, the owner of the theater, and the original planner of this evening's show.

With a confident smile, he continued, "Please also cooperate with the will of God and do not leave the theater without permission, otherwise, you will also be considered a follower of the devil, and the Holy Light will be a severe punishment for you." Do you understand?"

Although his tone sounded kind and upright, everyone present could hear the smell of threat in it.

The auditorium fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at Aix. And those who stood up and wanted to leave, at this moment, also sat back in their seats tremblingly after glancing at the countless paladins around them.

No one dared to move again.

In this way, everyone obediently sat in his seats, as if they were really a group of highly qualified audience members, watching a wonderful show at the moment.

And the only content they could appreciate was the spreladin who was killing the staff of the theater in a frenzy, and the screams that were faintly coming from the backstage.

"Mom...... I want to go home. ”

"Don't talk, kid, mommy here. Don't be afraid, you won't have to. ”

The smell of newly renovated stucco was masked and the smell of blood became the owner here.

In the face of all this, Aix stood in the corridor of the auditorium and nodded with satisfaction. Then, slowly, he walked over to Dick's side.

"Father...... Father, what's going on?Why are there so many paladins?and...... Also, how can there be a degenerate in our theater? Didn't you put me in charge of tonight's show, what the hell is going on?"

Dick turned around, pulled the corner of Aix's clothes, and asked in a low voice with a series of complex emotions such as shock, confusion, and panic.

With his large hand, Aix patted Dick on the shoulder, and in a softer voice, whispered:

"Don't worry, it's okay, you're doing well. We're all going to be fine......"

Feeling comforted by his father, Dick gradually became less panicked. Still, he closed his eyes, avoided watching the "show" from the paladin, and clung to the nightpot, trying to shake the bloody images out of his head.

To put it bluntly, he is only a teenager, how could he have experienced such a scene?

All this ...... It's horrible!

However, thinking so, he closed his eyes tightly, but suddenly heard a very low curse from his father:

"Damn, who told the secret, and the relationship with those mages for so long, it's all ruined......"