A week has passed since the murder of Sidney.

For the civilians in Twilight West, the topic triggered by this incident has long been outdated. The so-called power and conspiracy behind the incident are not as attractive as the bread and drama of living in the moment.

The king is going to hold a grand invitation party in the Grand Theatre. Once this news was sent out, it won everyone's attention. At this party, you can not only see the true face of the son, but also enjoy the performance of the first-class theater company "Golden Skylark", which is simply the best carnival for ordinary people with boring lives.

There is only one problem. Tickets are needed to enter the venue-an invitation letter to the Sacred Bone.

This restriction on admission prevented most people from outside the theater, but there were still a very small number of people who had learned from the inside in advance. Before the invitation was sent, the Sacred Bones were purchased at a high price and qualified to participate in the party.

As the sun faded to the west, the kerosene street lamps at the entrance of the Royal Theatre were lit one by one, and under the bright light, crowds of people who came to the party were crowded.

At the same time, in the starring room at the backstage of the theater, a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous brocade suit with a little beard, looked anxiously at the beautiful woman wearing makeup in front of the bronze mirror, and said loudly, "Barbara, look. For the sake of God, forget the original script!"

The woman named Barbara, with her delicate facial features set off by light makeup, brightened the room by three points. She quietly combed her soft blonde hair and looked at herself in the bronze mirror without saying a word.

"On those stages in the past, what we faced was just a group of fools who were nothing!" The man waved his arms and looked excited: "But who is watching the performance tonight?! It's the Son in the name of the Father! He is the supreme power in the Muxi Kingdom!"

Barbara looked back and said, "Head, I remember you once said that art is pure and does not mix utilitarianism and status?"

The head of the Golden Skylark automatically ignored the sarcasm in the other's tone and shouted anxiously: "Fart! I'm talking nonsense!"

The man carefully glanced at the closed door behind him, and lowered his voice: "You may not know that the Muxi Kingdom has wiped out hundreds of noble lords back and forth. On the wooden frames on both sides of Yuexi Plain Avenue, there are hanging The bones of the losers. At night, the ghost fire on the bones continues, and the light is still called the "street lamp of victory"."

The head of the group paused and said: "So, don't think about challenging his authority and wantonly criticizing the divine power in front of the Son, because that is simply killing yourself! Barbara, listen to me, and modify it according to me. The next script will be performed, otherwise you will put everyone in the group on the torture frame!"

Barbara tightened her lips, her hand holding the wooden comb was bloodless because of excessive force.

Outside the theater, Aiden, the elder of the Craftsmen Association, greeted his friends in a happy mood.

The conversation between the two female residents nearby attracted his attention.

A woman said: "Did you feel that there has always been a smell in the air in Twilight in the past few days?"

Another person nodded and said, "Yes, especially the sewage outlet and drain. The odor is particularly obvious. To be honest, it is a bit like the smell of rotten meat."

"Because of this, I also specifically found the Holy Order Arbitration Tribunal. The other party just told me that there had been a few heavy rains in the city last month, and debris blocked the underground pipes. They would find someone to clear it. But I know, that. Helping people is just talking, and won't do it at all!"

Just when Old Aiden wanted to listen again, at the entrance of the theater, there was a voice informing him of admission.

According to the number of sacred bones, people line up to enter the stadium.

The guard at the door, who is responsible for checking documents and maintaining order, searches for prohibited items while comparing the invitation letter with the residents' registration.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer people at the entrance of the theater, and only a few people in the long queue were still waiting.

A pair of father and daughter wearing black robes came to the guard and handed the invitation letter.

"Viscount Zangna? Miss Zangna? You used to be silver ring nobles?"

Father lifted the hood, smiled and said, "Yes."

The guard glanced at both of them: "Please let your daughter lift the hood too."

The father did so, revealing the harmless little face of his daughter.

The guards found a sergeant who was once a member of the Southern Army of the Silver Ring and compared their appearance and accent. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, they handed the invitation letter back to Viscount Zangana, nodded and said: "Viscount Please remember that there are only kings and commoners in the Kingdom of Muxi. There are no so-called nobles. Don't use your words and deeds to challenge the bottom line of the kingdom. In addition, I wish you a good time tonight."

Viscount Zangna retracted the letter and smiled and said to the guard: "Thank you for your advice. Trust me, boy, I will be very happy tonight."

The two "father and daughter" followed the crowd and walked into the hall of the theater.

Sabrina looked around curiously, she suddenly remembered something, and asked Clarence: "By the way, how did you get your invitation letter?"

"This is thanks to the "chess" we placed in the kingdom in advance. If there is no notification from that person, I would not know the admission conditions of the party, and naturally I would not purchase the holy bones for you and me in advance." Lawrence looked at everyone in the venue, then frowned and whispered: "It's weird."

Sabrina did not hear the last words, but eagerly said to him: "Ivan has prepared enough "materials" and "fireworks" are in place. We can start tonight and let us take the whole Muxi The kingdom has turned upside down!"

Klaurence pulled the girl’s sleeves, led her to the corner, and solemnly said: “Sabrina, I hope you can figure out one thing. The enemy of the Muxi Kingdom. To a certain extent, the kingdom’s attitude towards alien species and the contradiction between it and the church are consistent with our interests. Our greatest enemy is still the church. If we can reach a consensus with the Son This kind of private covenant will form the most beneficial situation for both parties."

While listening, Sabrina pursed her mouth unwillingly: "Elder, you mean to let go of all prejudices, even let go of those apostates, and ally with King Todd?"

"Those traitors who abandon Tyro will naturally receive the harshest punishment. But if I have to make a choice, the secret of the "heir" should be the top priority, followed by the alliance with the kingdom, and finally It’s to clean up the traitors.” Clarence said with a sullen face: “But then again, if King Mussy insists on not letting go of the "heir", I will have to take coercive measures to obtain everything I want. ."

The lights in the theater slowly went out, and the leader of "Golden Skylark" stepped onto the stage, waiting for everyone to be seated, and said to everyone in an ebullient tone: "Ladies~lightnovelpub.net~ gentlemen. Welcome. Coming to the Royal Gala in the Kingdom of Muxi, first of all, please let us welcome our great, wise, fearless, and benevolent Majesty with the most sincere heart and the most pious soul! The Lord Son whom the people admire!"

The orchestra in the backstage of the theater played ritual music. The alien species with the "concentration" ability focused and projected the light on the stage. Fully armed guards marched into the venue and guarded every passage and every entrance.

On the VIP terrace on the second floor, the appearance of a figure made everyone present in a frenzy of cheering and praying.

Seeing the crazy appearance of the people around him, Sabrina raised her head and carefully observed the superior monarch. After a while, she said to Clarence: "The King Mursey in my imagination is even higher. Some, stronger, more fierce expression..."

Clarence's eyes were also placed on the terrace, and after a moment he only heard him say: "It's really interesting."

(End of this chapter) *fo*

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