Chapter 665

With the advent of night, ordinary people choose to go home and spend the deep night with their relatives after a busy day. For some people, the night is their paradise, and the day is just a boring time to doze off.

But with these people, there was also a poisonous snake called conspiracy.

The front of the masked theater is still crowded, as if it had not been affected by the murder in the inner city. Well-dressed people can be seen everywhere. Either male or female, each wears a dress of enough value for the flat people to live for more than a year, and behaves elegantly, which is very polite to anyone.

Of course, don't care about the details.

Please don't go deep into who they really are. These people come down from the streets, corners and carriages without any emblems, as if they were ghosts coming from some terrible underworld at this time.

As for the masks on their faces, they are not a problem. These people have long been used to living with masks, but this time they have materialized the "Mask".

When did it start? It's estimated that no one can say clearly. I'm afraid the masked theater has been set up for this purpose since its establishment.

"Please show me your ticket."

Ann took the cardboard card out of her arms and handed it to the waiter. The latter looked and said respectfully:

"Please follow me."

Led by the waiter, an Yizhi walked into the magnificent main hall.

This is a three storey building, with the largest number of people in the lobby below. There are some elegant seats similar to balconies on the second floor, while the third floor is a box that ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

At this time, the lobby was full of well-dressed people, or three or five gathered together, talking and laughing softly, as if looking forward to the beginning of the performance.

Even if they don't know who they're talking to.

Although these people are very cultured and the voice of conversation is controlled within the range that the other party can hear without being too loud, so many people talking together will still cause a buzzing sound like a swarm of bees.

Ann glanced at these guys with a finger, and a wicked idea came into her mind.

As soon as I send out a burst magic, it is estimated that I will blow up more than 70% of the top decision-makers in Lop text

However, doing so is not in line with the interests. An Yizhi just thinks about it.

——What he wants to do is more immoral than he thinks now.

Led by the waiter, from the ladder beside the lobby to the second floor, there is a small square table with a sign "reservation", which is the position of an Yizhi.

The intelligence personnel in CanSo city can't penetrate to a higher level. After all, the masked theater has an official background. At most, they help an Yizhi find a position on the second floor.

But it's also good here. As long as you look down a little, 90% of the lobby will enter the fundus, but you can't see the third floor.

"Your wine, sir."

Another waiter put down the wine and glass in the ice bucket and filled it like a stream of clouds and water.

"Give me a cigar."

"OK."

He also put a flat square iron box in his tray. He took out the cigar, cut off the front section and handed it to Ann. He took a lighter from his pocket and lit it for him.

"Sir, your things have dropped."

The waiter who led an Yizhi to his seat went back, and he also had a cigar box in his hand.

"Thank you. I thought I forgot to bring it."

"You're welcome. It's my pleasure to serve you."

With that, the two waiters left slowly. Their answers were decent and did not arouse anyone's doubt. No one would have thought that these two ordinary waiters were spies in CanSo city.

An Yi pointed to open the box. It was not a cigar, but a big red button.

He took a look, put it away and put it in his arms.

"Furfural..."

Spit out a smoke ring and let the aroma of cigars drift slowly around you.

Lin Linglin can't know about it. She will be beaten

The box is not only a magic prop, but also an agreed signal of "ready".

In this way, the array will be complete, and the rest

Ann pointed at the cigar and said in her heart.

The rest depends on whether the "actors" deserve it and how his "director" arranges.

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In the third floor box of the masked theater——

As usual, Julian lopven, who likes to watch stage plays in the masked theater, is in this box specially prepared for him,

I'm a little restless today. I always feel like something bad has happened.

It felt strange and uncomfortable like a cat claw scratching its heart.

He carefully searched all possible exposed parts of one side of his brain, but still found nothing suspicious.

In the end, he could only attribute this hunch to being too tired.

He's really tired recently.

In the past, when he was pretending to be a dandy and a humanoid dung maker, it was a pleasure. When he caught the opportunity and wanted to realize his ambition step by step, he found out how difficult it was. The daily sleep time is less than three hours, and sometimes it even needs to be connected.

Moreover, during this period, he has secretly seen and talked about countless people, and he must keep their information firmly in his mind, including their political demands, interest disputes, and how valuable they are.

Rao is extremely smart and feels very tired at this time.

That's why he was tired of trying to be beautiful. He had long known that the road to recover power would be long and difficult, accompanied by assassination and risks, but he still underestimated the difficulty.

Rubbed his temples, Julian put a piece of chocolate in his mouth and narrowed his eyes like a fake sleep. This is the only time to relax before he starts talking about business today.

At this time, a play is being performed on the stage, called 'pandidar and trolls'.

The stage play changes from the familiar story of a lop literati. It tells the old story of an adventurer named pandidar who bravely defeated the troll and safeguarded the peace of the village when he passed through a village attacked by two headed trolls. It is also one of Julian lopven's favorite stage plays.

"Boss, what's good about that story full of boasting?"

Tom, his barbarian bodyguard, held the barrel and said angrily:

"If you want the head of a two headed troll, Tom will go to get it right away and promise to bring it back in a month... No! In a week."

Ordinary trolls have only a dozen levels of challenge, and two headed trolls are the most special among them, with challenge levels between 30 and 40.

Tom said it easily, which shows his strength.

"Oh no, Tom, I prefer the story itself to the two headed troll."

Julian said, staring down.

At this time, the actor who plays' pandidar 'on the stage is holding props and two handed swords, shouting in a beautiful and influential voice like the' villagers' to ensure that he will bring the troll's head.

"The core of this story is not the final killing of the troll, but the hypocrisy contained in it."

"Hypocrisy?"

Tom scratched his head to show that he didn't understand, so he just kept drinking.

Julian chuckled and did not explain to tomdo. He knew that it was difficult for the barbarian brain to understand the curves.

There is no doubt that dramas are artistically processed and adapted.

But few people know the real story of pandidar.

In fact, he is a mercenary wandering between cities. He can't get up early without profit. And when he learned that the village was troubled by trolls, he pretended to take it and asked for high compensation, and then ran outside to kill two ordinary trolls and sew their heads together to ask the villagers for compensation.

When he was found out, he had evil thoughts. That night, he sneaked into the village and killed a total of 18 people, including the village head, including a crying baby.

Finally, he absconded with the money and is still missing.

Look, a story of a heinous crime can be changed into a heroic story of guangweizheng. This is "art".

This is why Julian likes this play best, because it is full of hypocrisy.

The lines are false, the plot is false, and the actors are naturally false.

Yes, just like his identity as a dandy, it's all fake

The curtain call for "pandidar and the two headed Troll" ended after the actor cut off the two headed Troll's head with a sword. The heavy curtain was pulled up, and there was sparse polite applause in the audience.

The actor's performance is wonderful, and the screenwriter's lines are infectious enough, but this play is performed almost every day in the masked theater, and everyone has been tired of watching it for a long time.

When the stage was over and the curtain reopened, all the scenes were removed, leaving only a microphone with amplification effect and a woman different from other mortal races.

Her skin was like a faint blue, flashing an intoxicating light under the warm light.

Wearing a light evening dress, she perfectly showed her beautiful figure, but also showed something else.

Like something like a fin on her arm.

This is a siren, a beautiful marine race.

They are quite similar to mermaids, but the difference is that sirens don't like to form their own tribes or even cities like mermaids. They prefer to wander around like Gypsies. They yearn for freedom most. After all, they come from the sea.

God gave them perfect singing voice. Every siren is the best among bards. With this talent, their footprints spread all over the multiverse.

Of course, don't think they are bullies. The combat effectiveness of bards is no less than that of other combat professions, such as the "broken mantra" to break magic, the "Ecstasy" to confuse the enemy, the passionate "March", and even the frightening and deadly "song of destruction".

In addition, people who recite poems know some magic means, and they are also excellent swordsmen.

So don't underestimate a guy who sells singing and eating in a pub. Maybe what he said is like a boastful adventure story is actually his own experience.

Julian picked up the repertoire at hand, which said 'silver singer'.

"Unfortunately, I don't have time to listen to the sirens."

His voice was full of regret, but his eyes were firm.