The powder room, where the main light is not lit, is slightly dim, and the two small mirror headlights maintain the bright light near the dresser.

Lydia sat in front of the mirror, her mind not belonging.

After a long time, she came back to her senses, her burgundy eyes moving slightly, and she focused her gaze on her face in the mirror.

Her appearance is actually not very beautiful.

With short blue hair, thick eyebrows, slightly inconspicuous freckles on the cheeks, and no obvious facial features, she has less feminine softness, but a little more neutral and unique temperament.

The image of a genius mechanic she plays is even more androgynous wearing a peaked cap.

Why, why is this also favored...... Why should art always be tarnished? Lydia's mind was messy, and her right hand subconsciously placed on her chest, twisting the thin silver chain on her neck with her index finger.

After a few laps, she pulled out the jewelry she was wearing—

A small shell-shaped pendant.

Lydia opened the pendant and looked at the photos inside, her eyes clouded with a layer of fog.

It was a photo of a young man, the usual black-haired brown boy, with a tough facial features and a very reliable feeling.

"Corvo, what should I choose?" Lydia clenched the pendant and closed her eyes in a murmur.

……

The "Golden Cat Inner Hall" of the Grand Theater.

After Valeera completes a role-playing mission, she discovers something unusual-

There are not many guests left.

It's normal for people to leave the scene in a place like this...... However, there should not be no new guests entering the venue.

Judging from her experience in the past few days, at least during the time she plays, there will be no significant change in the number of people present.

Is it the official Extraordinaire who is tracking me down? Still is...... Have a VIP coming? Well, more like a distinguished guest, Valera quickly made a judgment.

Broadly speaking, Beckland's Queens and Joewood districts belong to the "Substitute Punishers", the West and North Districts belong to the "Night Watchmen", and the Hillston and Beckland Bridge areas are managed by the "Machine Heart".

With Valeera's current level of pettiness, the one most likely to notice her is the "Night Watcher", followed by the "Machine Heart".

But unless the official has already confirmed that an arrest operation is going to be carried out, there should be no such obvious clearance.

With a planned retreat, Valilla decided to take a risk and see what was going on.

After another ten minutes or so, the remaining guests had all left, including the dancers who had wandered back to the edge of the stage to talk and the musicians on the periphery.

A middle-aged gentleman with a somewhat serious face, with a smile on his face, ushered the distinguished guest in through the entrance of the third floor.

The visitor was older, with a rounder face, towering cheekbones, wrinkles and stripes everywhere, and black hair doped with silver threads neatly combed back, revealing a broad head and a slightly higher hairline.

Valilla recognized it at a glance, it was Baron Sindras.

His appearance was exactly the same as the photographs published in the newspapers.

Does an elder of this level need to go to this kind of occasion to have fun? Completely cleared, what is the theater going to do? Valeera, who was hiding to the side, frowned.

A moment later, at the entrance to the first floor of the inner hall, a lady walked in slowly.

Lydia restored the makeup of the genius mechanic from The Return of the Count, walked to the center of the stage, and saluted the guests on the third floor.

Then, she began to perform the songs and dances she was best at, without accompaniment.

Valera didn't leave.

Anyway, for her, it doesn't matter who she plays, as long as she is not extraordinary.

She was just a little surprised that the theater was willing to let such a promising opera singer perform this kind of performance, even if the audience was such a powerful person.

At the beginning of the performance, the middle-aged gentleman who led the way quietly retreated, leaving only the dancers and guests in the inner hall, and the audience of Valeera.

After the performance, Lydia enters the room and gets up close to the man who is close to her father's age.

Baron Sindras was not polite and quickly began to move.

But soon, with a frown, he ripped Lydia's silver pendant necklace off and tossed it aside before she could react.

The shell-like lid of the pendant snapped open, revealing a photograph inside.

Baron Sindras pulled Lydia's outstretched palm back, glanced at the picture in the pendant, and sneered:

"Hmph, you shouldn't have brought it in."

Then, he had to continue his previous moves.

Lydia closed her eyes, a teardrop slipping down, feeling like she had waited a long time, but not for the expected invasion.

When she reopened her eyes, she saw a lady in a dark blue trench coat in the room, who didn't know when.

The lady, whose face was covered by a high collar, only reached out and picked it up, and the shell pendant on the ground flew into her hand as if it was being pulled by an invisible silk thread.

"Are you still going to sit on his lap?" Valera asked in a deep voice.

Lydia, who had been reminded, turned her head to see that the baroness had lost consciousness and his eyes had become glazed.

She quickly stood up and tidied up her somewhat messy dress.

After a few moments, Lydia, who had barely regained her composure, asked:

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Valeera did not answer the question, held the pendant up in front of Lydia, and asked:

"The important thing is, who is he?"

"What's your relationship with him?"

Faced with Valeera's unquestionable fierce eyes, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief and replied:

"His name is Corvo, and he's the senior inspector of the Hissack Division of the Jowood District Police Department, and my former boyfriend, the one who is about to get engaged."

"At the end of last year, he was killed by gangsters."

At the mention of her sweetheart's death, Lydia's voice added a touch of sadness and trembling.

With these few words, Valera also completely confirmed the situation.

She thought for a moment, then asked:

"Tell me about Corvo, does he have any family?"

Lydia sensed something strange about the lady who had suddenly appeared, but the magical sight of Valera picking up the pendant with just a wave of her hand frightened her, and she replied cooperatively:

"He rarely told me about the past."

"I probably knew that before he entered the police station, there was an accident at home, his parents, brothers, and even the neighbor next door, who were either dead or crazy, and he was the only one who escaped."

"I went to the insane asylum with him to visit his brother."

"He told me that it was the 'Lord of the Storm' who blessed him."

Speaking of the "Lord of the Storm", Lydia raised her right fist and gently struck it on her left chest.

"Why do you want to do such a thing?" Valera stared at Lydia's burgundy eyes, "For money, or clinging to the powerful?" ”

"Why do you have a picture of Corvo when you've forgotten about him?"

Although she felt that this lady's question was getting stranger and stranger, Lydia subconsciously retorted:

"I didn't!"