The appearance of the Royal Thracian Theater is three sets of massive stone forts on pedestals of an obsidian concrete structure that stretches more than 1,000 feet from north to south and 300 feet from east to west.

The first stone fort is on the west side of the lot, with four pairs of stone pillars arranged in a string, two pairs facing north and two pairs facing west, and the interior is the large concert hall. The second group is on the east side of the lot, roughly parallel to the first, with the same form but a slight opera hall in size. The third group, to the southwest of them, is the smallest and the lightest of the Stone Castles, and inside is the restaurant. The other rooms are strategically arranged within the pedestal.

The entrance to the entire complex is at the southern end, with a large and long staircase. The carriage entrance and parking are located under the large steps. The opera house is located on the northern part of the east coast, backed by pure white city walls, surrounded by water on three sides, and has an open environment.

A carriage pulled up in the square near the theater, and the elderly coachman turned to the carriage:

"Sir, the Grand Theatre has arrived. ”

"Thank you. A handsome middle-aged gentleman with extraordinary manners paid the fare and stepped out of the carriage. His gaze lingered on the Grand Theater for a long time before turning to the largest hotel in the vicinity.

"Hello, do you want to stay at the hotel?" asked a young man at the front desk of the hotel, who politely asked when he saw the guests.

"A room with no light and no air leakage. The middle-aged gentleman lowered his politeness and handed over a piece of black metal.

The young man at the front desk looked solemn, quietly put away the metal piece, took out a violet from under the counter, and said softly: "My lord has been waiting for you for a long time, take this and enter room four on the second floor." ”

He silently took the violet, pinned it to his chest, and walked briskly up the stairs. Facing the house number, I knocked on the door of room four.

"Who?" said a woman's hoarse voice from inside the room.

"Brought you the cocktail you wanted, with a glass of lemonade. The middle-aged gentleman took off his top hat so that the other party could see it through the cat's eye.

"Come in. The latch in the door snapped off.

The middle-aged man stepped into the room with his feet raised and gently closed the door behind him. Directly opposite the window, to the left, beside the snow-white curtains, a delicate lady in a black gauze dress with her back to him - the other party had a rare black black hair, like a black waterfall pouring down from the top of the head, a few strands of incense on the shoulders, but not messy.

"Are you from Neham?" she turned, and the veil under the lady's hat shallow to hide half of her pretty face, revealing only a pointed chin and soft red lips.

"As you can see. He bent down and replied respectfully with one hand to his chest.

"Why didn't he come to see me in person?" Ms. Hei asked condescendingly, and with her gestures, there was a kind of lofty and natural noble temperament, like a famous sword hanging in the air, making people unconsciously awe and surrender.

"My lord, he has to do ......"

"Ridiculous!" a faint pale golden light rose from the rippling black pupils. The invisible stance swept the middle-aged man up to the ceiling, his limbs wide open and embedded in the suspended ceiling mezzanine.

His painful facial features were twisted together, and he suddenly felt a terrifying force squeezing his lungs, and hurriedly grabbed Bai Dao:

"Recently, the Imperial side has frequently dispatched personnel, and while my lord is secretly investigating clues, he also has to guard against the prying eyes of the governor. If I don't see you, I am also afraid that I will fall short, so I need to be more cautious at a critical moment, please be sure to calm my anger. ”

"Oh, that bad old man from Dul, he disobeyed me. The golden light in her eyes spread, and her invisible position suddenly became clear.

The middle-aged man fell down, but he was also extraordinary, rolling smartly before landing, unloading part of his strength, getting up and recovering his straight posture, and his movements were clean and neat.

"Governor he ...... But each is his own master. He glanced cautiously and said respectfully.

"He's old and confused, and it seems that the metabolism of the empire must be accelerated...... Admonish Neam that I will tolerate his neglect this time. With her hoarse voice, a few lemons floated into the air on the dining table, cracked with a snap, and the juice trickled into the glass cup below.

"Yes. ”

The black lady pinched the hem of her skirt and sat down lightly: "Tell me about your plan." ”

"That's right, the adults have already planted eyeliner in the theater, and on the night of Alice's performance, we will create a riot, draw out the elite of the garrison, and take advantage of the chaos to take the rank of the man. ”

"What are you going to do while there's chaos? She scoffed, faintly disdainful.

The man smiled confidently: "Of course we know your abilities, and in the face of targets with the same abilities, we will send weapons that are only prepared for this assassination." ”

"A mortal who is one in a hundred?"

"You, how could you ......?" he was stunned.

"Your power is nothing in my eyes, and I can remove it with a single hand, and I can't think of a more suitable weapon than a mortal. But from that point of view, Neham did his best. ”

The black lady hooked her index finger, and the glass cup floated into her hand, she picked up the cup, took a small sip, and drank the lemon juice.

The middle-aged gentleman's eyelids jumped, no wonder such a delicate and flawless woman has such a rough voice, drinking pure lemon juice like this, not to mention her throat, and her stomach is not bad, it all comes down to the shadow of a strong bloodline.

"Stand down, I look forward to good news from you. ”

"Yes, may your beauty last forever. He stooped again, stepped back, and closed the door from the outside.

As if moved by the sound of the door closing, she sat in the center of the room like a sculpture, and I don't know how long it took until butterflies flew in through the window, as if attracted by the aroma, flapping their wings and flying over.

The black lady took off her black gauze top hat, her movements were gentle and elegant, revealing a beautiful and cold perfect face, raising her fingertips and letting the butterfly fall above.

She has a pair of thin eyebrows like goose down, her eyes are like ink crystals soaked in water, the high bridge of her nose shows sharp lines, and her thin lips are slightly pursed, which seems to reveal a signal of widowhood. The long and dense eyelashes are like two small brushes, gently sweeping the skin with the breath, and the eyes are aimed at the butterflies on the fingertips, like the lips of the petals outline a half-moon-shaped arc:

"You can't escape. ”

The sound was like a stone falling into an ice spring, and it was cold to the bone.

The butterfly seemed to be startled, fluttering its wings and about to fly, and it had only been able to fly a foot before the pale golden flames enveloped it and turned to ashes in an instant.

"You too. ”

A gust of wind pushed the ashes out of the window, and the black girl moved to the window, her eyes staring at the blue sky, stretching out her slender white palm, and clenching it suddenly: "I am the best." ”

Her gaze swept to a point in the distance, her eyes as cold as the frozen soil of the far north. Under the clear sky, the Royal Thracian Theater is only blown by the breeze, standing still and still graceful and luxurious.

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