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The latest masterpiece of the Brilliant Theatre Company, "The Legend of King Lane", came to an end with thunderous applause. There is no doubt that the show was a great success, and the audience did not hesitate to give their highest praise, of course, the largest part of which went to the Midnight Lady who played the role of Queen Sasha, and it is fair to say that as soon as she appeared, she conquered all audiences, no matter how discerning they were.

Backstage, in a separate room, "Midnight", or Catherine, sits in front of the mirror, stripped of her superfluous ornaments, leaving only no makeup and a long dress—the task is simple, for she doesn't use much decoration in the first place, except for a few necessary props to symbolize the character's identity.

Catherine's follower, the half-elven swordsman Sambi, was standing a few feet away against the wall with his hands folded. Sambi didn't show himself as his own self, but now he was a tall, handsome human man - which was funny, as the master chose to show his true face, while his retinue was in disguise.

"What's the response?"

Catherine was confident when she asked this, she knew what an amazing charm she would be on stage, and she believed that no one would be spared. But at the same time, she also cares, especially cares, otherwise she wouldn't have asked Sambi to help observe the audience's reaction.

For Catherine's little vanity, Sambi saw it very seriously, and he was happy to fulfill it while snickering in his heart. He liked to see Catherine with all these little personalities, good and bad, more vivid, more amiable, like a big sister, not a working "voter lady", delicate as a hair, cunning as a fox, calm and cold, unpredictable, and unattainable.

"Good! very good!" replied Sambi coolly, in keeping with the style of the tall and handsome man he is now, "all cheering for you, all applauding for you, all reveling in your style, all willing to bow down under your long black dress." ”

Raising her eyebrows, Catherine said lightly, "As expected." Although the corners of her lips tried her best not to curl up, the joy and satisfaction seeped through every detail of her face, and she couldn't hide it.

"It's just—" Sambi deliberately raised his tone.

"Just what?" Catherine immediately replied with a murderous eyewave.

"Hey, I knew it was going to happen!"

With a meaningful expression, Sambi smiled and said, "There's some unpleasant news after all, but I don't know if you want to hear it?"

"Hmph!" Catherine replied angrily, she didn't buy it, "Little Sambi, don't play this trick with me!"

"It's boring!" Sambi pouted and shrugged his brows, and made a look of great regret, and then, with a closed face, he began to speak in a serious manner, though his tone was not serious at all: "There are three very special spectators here today, do you know who they are? Wow! big shots! all of them! Archmage Osma, the actual guardian of the Dominion of Crescent City for a long time, his student, the second son of the House of Ashlon, The young mage genius, His Highness Frank, and, oh, the new chief advisor of Crescent City, the legendary powerhouse from another world, the 'Devil in Black', Mr. Sephius. ”

After listening silently, Catherine cooperated with a surprised expression, but said: "This is normal, Crescent City is their territory after all, they can go wherever they want, such as going to the theater to watch a play." ”

The tricks of different mouths and faces are very skillful.

Sambi ignored it and continued, "However, Archmage Osma and His Highness Frank saw that they left halfway through, shortly after you took the stage. ”

The inducement worked, and Catherine's face suddenly turned cloudy.

"Of course, there are special reasons for this. I can't find out for sure, but I can prove it by some information from elsewhere," Tambi pouted in disappointment, not seeing the look of anticipation on Catherine's face, "only because, the object of His Highness Frank's admiration is none other than Miss Kenna, whom you have taken her place—oh! what an innocent girl!"

Catherine completely ignored Sambi's petty sarcasm, and made up the reason for herself: "Got it! I guess the reason why they showed up at the theater to see my performance was because Frank wanted to know what his rivals were like, and to find out the details so that he could prepare for all kinds of repairs in the future." Hooking the corners of her mouth, she showed a disdainful smile, "Aristocrats, it's all like this." ”

"Well, not exactly. Sambi shook his head, "Miss Kenna is still only the object of His Highness Frank's admiration, and they haven't become lovers yet. ”

"Oh?"

"Recently, His Royal Highness Frank has launched a passionate pursuit of Miss Kenna, but unfortunately it has not succeeded. Miss Kenna seems to be very unimpressed with His Highness Frank, even though He has behaved as a gentleman enough. Last night, you know, it was supposed to be Miss Kenna's show, so His Highness Frank inevitably came to cheer - whether it was useful or not. It is worth mentioning that he also brought Archmage Osma and Mr. Saphius. Then, when he learned of Miss Kenna's replacement," Sambi shrugged and spread his hands, "then, it makes sense, he must see what you perform." ”

"Jean was hit by my performance?" said Catherine with a laugh.

"That's it. After a pause, Sambi added, "This is the most likely scenario in my guess......"

"Don't mention them, it doesn't matter. Catherine stopped Tambi's most likely tirade, and after a moment's thought, she asked, "Well, what about Saphius?

A playful smile appeared on Sambi's face: "Yes, he didn't go, he was there all the time." ”

"Oh, is it?" said Catherine's face, with a faint sense of excitement.

"Hee-hee, Catherine really cares about Mr. Saphius's reaction!"

"But......" Sambi quietly changed his posture and casually moved towards the door of the room.

"But what?"

But Mr. Sephoeus was asleep. In the box, a person, from the departure of Frank and the two, slept until the end of the play. With that, Sambi immediately rushed out of the door, disappeared, and fled the scene as if flying.

"Saphius, I can't spare you~~!!"

............

At the end of the play, the people are not dispersed.

Ye Guyun was still "sleeping" in the box, and it was not until the staff reminded him that he reluctantly got up and left, and as soon as he went out, he took advantage of the moment when no one around him was paying attention, and escaped into a hidden corner.

He had no intention of leaving, otherwise he would have left with Frank and the others, so why would he continue to stay in the box and sleep the whole half?

It's not funny, not at all.

So, what kind of crooked thoughts does this guy have? Simple, he just wants to get a little deeper into Kenna—well, quietly, secretly, not in person. Why did he think so? for he felt that Kenna's attitude of resistance to Frank was not as simple as all the clues at the moment suggested, and that the coldness of his tone and the determination of his posture were more than the mere result of the bleakness of the situation and the bad mood.

Ye Guyun is not a first-time brother, he clearly feels that something is wrong.

For Frank, for Kenna, and for the dead Holy Warrior Kent, Ye Guyun thinks it is necessary to figure everything out, straighten out all the causes and effects, and after that, whether it is matchmaking or dissuasion, it is always good for everyone.

Look, this guy isn't always so arrogant, and there will be times when he cares silently.

Sneaking in secretly is not a difficult task for Ye Guyun. As we all know, flying cornices and stealing jade and incense -- ah no! It's spying intelligence! Yes! It's spying on intelligence -- it's an indispensable element in the martial arts world. In the second life, isn't it a martial arts world? Ye Guyun naturally did a lot of "spying on intelligence", and he came and went, and he was proficient.

Of course, if you talk about the concealment effect, it is really not as good as a stalker in this world, after all, this group is a professional in doing this, as long as they have a certain foundation, they can do it quietly without a trace, and Ye Guyun, who only relies on light body kung fu, can't do this. However, it is more than enough to deal with the civic theater in this area.

The Civic Theatre is not a hotel, but it does have a lot of rooms, accommodation rooms, which are characteristic of the times, for itinerant troupes such as the Brilliant Theatre Company, and of course, in its leisure time, it does not mind playing the role of a temporary inn. In fact, although this kind of room is not small, it is not spacious, and it is enough to fit the entire troupe, so that only important people in the troupe will stay. Some people may ask, what should we do if we encounter multiple troupes coming at the same time? Whoever grabs it will be whomever will be the one who grabs it, according to the fame, status, and financial resources. However, in the mouth of the theater, this is not called robbery, but negotiation. Anyway, the real place of the troupe is the square outside the theater, where many tents have been erected. Well, if the company owner had enough money, he could have arranged for his employees to stay in a nearby hotel, but very few people do, rich or poor.

It was only when he really walked through it that Ye Guyun discovered that the Civic Theater was far more luxurious and complete than he imagined, and that it was not only a simple theater, but also a banquet hall, a rehearsal hall, a gallery, a café and even a pub and other supporting facilities.

Ye Guyun felt that he was definitely misled by Frank, saying that it was closer to the civilian area and more popular with the common people, which made him subconsciously think that this theater was taking the low-end and pro-people route, simple, casual, cheap and practical, how could he not expect that the real face would be so tall. After thinking about it, I felt relieved, where is this place, Crescent City! A place known as Super Port City, a paradise for merchants, and a place where you can get rich just by collecting tolls......

But this idea is wrong.

Obviously, the Civic Theater is not a typical low-end pro-people route, but it is not a high-level route either, and if you are reluctant to find an explanation, it should be the most unpopular route.

In fact, in the eyes of the so-called mainstream people who currently control the right to speak, the Civic Theater is the most unbearable theater. They believe that the theater should only be a theater, and there should not be many supporting facilities just to make money, "the smell of vulgarity all over the body, which tarnishes the purity of art!", and they have always been dismissive of the civic theater, and occasionally mentioned it, all of them are widely criticized. Of course, I will still go when I should go, but I am bound to make a gesture of contempt and disgust.

In any case, the reason why the mainstream is the mainstream is because their views are very marketable, and under their influence, at least no other theater follows the line of the Civic Theater, and the top troupes will try to avoid performing here, and the famous itinerant troupe of the Brilliant Theatre Company has been the highest level of theatre received here for a long time.

But so what? None of this affects the choices of the general public, the choices made with their feet. The Civic Theatre, with its rich facilities and thoughtful services, has always been one of the most popular theatres among the public.

In this way, everyone rejoices. After all, the people are entertained, the boss makes money, and the mainstream is too addicted, everyone gets what they get, everyone is good, why not?

Ye Guyun didn't know all this, he was still walking through silently and secretly. The luxury of the theater gave him a bit of an interest in playing the role of a thief, and he never stopped taking the sheep along the way—here he took a bottle of cider from the bar, and on the other side he took a cream cake from his own pastry shop from the window of the restaurant, and he was so happy that he seemed to have forgotten the purpose of the trip.

However, if you are lucky.

Wandering around, he inexplicably came to the rehearsal hall. As is customary, he cautiously probed in for a brief inspection. I didn't want to look at it, but I found the target I was looking for.

Kenna was in the rehearsal hall, sitting on the floor, not practicing, and next to her was a dwarf, looking old and frail.

They were talking.

Looking around, Ye Guyun frowned. The rehearsal hall was empty, and it was impossible not to disturb the two of them to break in. Of course, the corridor is also empty, unobstructed, and unobstructed. After thinking about it, he simply sat in the doorway, with his eyes closed, leaning against the wall. He poured the unfinished fruit wine beside him, and the smell of wine rose, while the empty bottle was placed casually at his side.

"Hey, it's a great sacrifice ......."

It's pretending to be a drunken and indecent drunkard, and I don't know if I can fool around, but it's better than sneaking around the wall and eavesdropping. He just hoped that the two people in the rehearsal hall would say something useful, or leave quickly to follow him all the way.

Good luck was still working, and the two people in the rehearsal hall were indeed talking about what he was interested in.

"Huh, that's interesting......