"The first grand event after the doubt," Agnes laughed as she read the words from the newspaper, "can the principal soprano turn fortunes?" ”

"It looks like the situation at the Segunes Theatre is really bad," she said with a laugh, "but at least the audience hasn't run away yet." ”

Agnes smiled at the people lining up into the theater and said to Lunn and Milo.

It was the first time in a few days that Agnes had seen such a lively and noisy scene at the entrance of the theater, with horse-drawn carriages coming and going, gentlemen's hats swaying as they moved, ladies' skirts brushing over the polished steps, waiters in golden-red dresses and white gloves answering the guests' questions.

"It looks like they want to replace the previously shattered crystal lamps with a lot of candles." Lunn said, looking at the rows of white candles in the corner.

Milo looked at the scene in the theater with some curiosity.

Agnes smiled, shook the bill in her hand and said to the waiter next to her, "Take us to box five." ”

The waiter smiled and nodded at Angness, then bowed to his chest and raised his hand to lead the three of them towards the steps.

Agnes held Milo in one hand, and her gaze couldn't help but wander over the statue holding a candle in an artistic pose on either side of the steps.

"Your manager Fei Ming is such a talent." Agnes said with some sighs, "There is no sense of disobedience. ”

"Actually, these candles are the original decoration of these statues." The waiter explained to Agnes with a smile.

Agnes didn't say anything, just smiled, and the three of them walked into the box together.

"The candles in front of the stage have been lit," the waiter bowed to Agnes, "and the repertoire will begin soon." ”

"Okay, thank you," Agnes nodded, as she glanced over the band below the stage that was already ready.

The waiter carefully closed the door and walked out.

The sound of violin chorus was already sounding, and the hall was almost full.

"It's not like anything I've seen before." Mi Luo leaned on the guardrail next to the box and said softly.

"It's not quite the same," Agnes said slowly, "You can take a closer look." ”

Her gaze swept over the dim blue cloak figure in the corner of the hall, the pianist next to her who had been noticed many times, and the few people who were watching the stage vigilantly not far behind.

"I hope today's repertoire will go well." Agnes whispered.

Milo, who was next to her, heard Agnes' words clearly, nodded at Agnes, and set her eyes on the stage, no longer moving.

"Food and wine, singing and dancing,"

"Celebrate tonight and welcome the victorious team,"

"Come back and save us!"

The repertoire on stage had already begun, but Agnes's eyes remained on the audience.

"What are you looking at?" Lunn quietly approached Agnes' side and asked Agnes.

"Look there," Agnes said, pointing to a box on the other side of the stage, closer to the stage, "you know who he is." ”

It was a man with light brown half-length curly hair who looked to be in his thirties.

“...... Lord Bartlet," Lunn instantly recognized the other, "he ......"

"What a disaster," Angnes sighed, turning her head to look at Lenn with some interest, "You say, is he waiting for you or someone else to assassinate him?" ”

Lunn shook his head helplessly.

"Wait," Agnes retracted her gaze to the stage, "I hope this show is at least done." ”

Her eyes fell on "Sarah" on the stage, and she smiled with interest.

......

"The father mentioned an angel,"

"I often dream that He will appear,"

"Now when I sing, I can feel His presence,"

"I know He is here."

Sarah was almost hunched into some of the wide seats in the lobby, her light brown eyes staring at the figure on the stage.

It turned out that watching her singing was like this, and her thoughts were scattered.

"Somehow, I know He's always there for me,"

"He is the invisible patron saint."

The story of the singing used to be her dream, and now she knows that it doesn't happen.

She had hoped so much that thing on the stage would guide her and protect her, just as He had guided her father, but in the end, ...... She could only feel the disappointment.

She felt the person next to her slowly reach out and hold her somewhat cold hands, and the temperature like the summer sun instantly wrapped her hands.

It was Shani, and she slowly looked away from the stage and looked at the person beside her.

She carefully took back Shani's hands, which had been badly injured during the almost endless performances, though she knew that they had now been healed by the servants of the Mother Goddess.

She slowly pulled up her hands, leaned her face against them, and closed her eyes.

"The angels of music are singing in my head!"

"The angels of music are singing in my head!"

The musical angel no longer needs to sing in her head, because her angel is already by her side.

It's all going to end tonight! It's all going to end tonight!

Sarah swore in her heart.

......

"I thought you weren't coming." Lunn said when he saw the man standing in front of the guardrail looking into the shadows where he was hiding, the man with light brown half-length curly hair had a pair of gray eyes that were almost impossible to see in the light that lit up the entire stage and the lobby.

He thought for a moment and slowly stepped out of the shadows, "I really wasn't going to come before. ”

"Even if this is a task you've ever received?" Lord Bartlett shook the champagne in his hand and looked at the man who had taken the initiative to emerge from the shadows.

"It's not a task, it's just a deal." "And I don't need this deal anymore." ”

"Then why did you choose to appear in front of me now?" Lord Bartlet asked with interest.

Lunn took off his hat, bowed slowly, handed out a folded note, and said, "My master wants me to give this to you. ”

Lord Bartlett reached out and took the note, but did not rush to open it.

"Who is your master?" Lord Bartlet asked, looking at Lunn.

"The master said you already knew." Lunn said calmly, "You are far wiser than the outside world has been rumored, and your ambitions are far greater than they expected. ”

"Is this what your master said?" Lord Bartlet's mouth hooked and asked, "Did your master say anything else?" ”

"The master also said that people like you will be very tired even if they dream." Lunn said without changing his face.

"Your lord is very welcome," laughed Lord Bartlet, "doesn't she want to see me?" ”

Lunn just bent down and bowed, slowly retreating into the shadows.

"I disgusting weirdo, enduring the fire of the abyss,"

"But he secretly longed for the kingdom of heaven, and ...... secretly, secretly"

A deep male voice in his ear chanted slowly, and Lord Bartlet withdrew his gaze from the shadows, the smile on his face retracted, and slowly opened the note in his hand.