Starlight and moonlight intertwine, adding a gentle and hazy brightness to the deep night. However, this layer of brilliance that shrouded the horizon was much inferior to the light emanating from that huge city on earth.

Colorful lights shine into the sky, as if they release fireworks in the air that will not be extinguished for a long time, and they are as brilliant as day. It is like painting a lot of oil paints of different colors on the pitch-black drawing board, which makes this deep night no longer deep and solemn, but a little more charming and gorgeous.

The people who live in the city look up at the dazzling light in the center of the city, and after a little distraction and trance, they finally remember that the city also has the title of "the city that never sleeps". How much love and lust are quietly happening under the cover of this brilliant light.

It's just that during this time, so many stories have happened in this city, and so much blood has been smeared, that people have unconsciously forgotten the "city that never sleeps", the light that can render the night into day, and the laughter, noise and the smell of carmine powder that drift away in the wind.

And today, when the lights of the night come on, does it mean that the suffering of the city is finally over, that the people in the center of the city can continue to enjoy their lives, and that the city will stay up all night as before?

Of course, this matter has nothing to do with the commoners and untouchables who occupy the vast majority of the population in the city, and the only thing that is slightly related is that the content of their chats with each other in the future can finally become: which lord has what peachy news, which lady has a new love. It's not about how many people died in the city, and how much the price of food and other supplies in the city has risen.

This is the only place where people can feel comforted. The only difference is that there will no longer be priests or bishops standing on high places, cursing "fallen city" at the brightly lit city.

At least in the middle of the night, in the eyes of the old ladies and young ladies who are still in high spirits in Hawley, this kind of life is a symbol of civilization and progress.

He was first arrested and raided by the Holy Church on blasphemous charges, and then persecuted and suppressed by the tyrant Grievous. The aristocracy, who had been in the ruling class of the country, experienced the darkest and most desperate period since the founding of the country.

Many of them were not only deprived of the honorable titles they had inherited from their parents, but also shamelessly and brutally plundered their family property. Many of the down-and-out aristocrats had to live on food from other related nobles, and some of the more miserable nobles, after being ruthlessly rejected from all over the place, had to live in shabby inns, living on odd jobs and selling their gifts and clothes. Several of them were even more unbearable with this poor life and endless humiliation, and died of serious illness in hunger and cold.

How could they have suffered such a tragedy when they were noble and noble-blooded! Endure such humiliation! How unjust this world is? And how ruthless it is, this proves once again that the so-called gods are false and forged.

No matter what others looked like, at least the nobles thought so. Therefore, when Reinhardt defeated Grievous, when the falcon shone the violet, when the old dynasty fell and a new dynasty rose, it is not difficult to understand why they, who should have been stubborn and conservative, behaved so ecstatically and cheered "long live" at the feet of that Reinhardt the Great.

So just a few days after Reinhardt became emperor, the district of Hawley was lively here. Although the nobles were unable to return to their previous drunken lives due to the lack of materials, they began to return to their previous level of spiritual enjoyment such as balls and musicals.

In the past few days, Hawley District is famous and powerful, and all the famous families have already held several balls, and you sang and I appeared on the stage, as if I was in a competition, and the noble ladies and young masters and young ladies were tired and broke their legs.

But today is different, today is the first day of the resumption of performances at the Grand Theatre. Not only because the singers and actors participating in the performance are popular top names in the kingdom, but also because this is an important occasion for all nobles to have a legitimate reason to appear in public.

Therefore, today's Grand Theater is full of traffic and people. The occasional neighing of the horses mingled with the sound of a succession of people talking, as if to fuel the rest of the story. All had a warm flush on their faces, the gentlemen were well-dressed and smiling, and the ladies were smiling and bejeweled. Almost everyone is trying to show themselves as much as they can, as if to announce to the people, to the city, to the country: this stage is back.

The troupe in the audience is making the final preparations, and the windows of the rooms are opened, as if the flower bones are blooming buds. People leaned out of the window to salute each other or talk with their eyes and smiles.

In the past, these delicately carved windows were always tightly closed, and the enclosed space always gave people a sense of reassurance, allowing them to talk freely about secrets that were inconvenient for others to know. Throughout the ages, how many shocking plans have been discussed and completed in the small box of this opera house, under the cover of tragicomedy under the stage.

Only today is different, the nobles who are eligible for the box are deliberately presenting themselves, and in this way they announce their return to the social circle of the city, as well as their return to the political center of the kingdom.

In this sense, they are actually the same actors who perform at the opera house today, but their stage is bigger and their scripts are more exciting.

The boxes that are closer to the center and better located are definitely reserved for the most distinguished guests. On the contrary, those outward, remote boxes are relatively less powerful, but they can earn their place in some of the boxes, and they can also hold their heads up and smile proudly. In contrast, those who had to watch from the ordinary seats on the first floor couldn't help but look a little darker. Some of them are gathering strength, trying to take themselves one step further and be in the box above their heads. Others, because of the ruin of their families, have to sit here with dignity, and only they know the humiliation and pain. Others, who have gone to great lengths to get a ticket, are adventurers who don't belong here, with sparkling eyes that sparkle with a desire to find their own opportunities here to qualify for the theater.

Lo and behold, a small theater is like a condensed kingdom of St. Teresa, and as long as you have the heart to observe, you can observe the political ecology of the current kingdom from this theater.

And here, the tragicomedy of man is being staged.

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