Mag took the two little ones and wandered around the complicated alleys in the south of the city for more than an hour. After confusing several locals, they finally found the black cat in a place completely different from the one mentioned in the application form. opera.
It is more like a run-down farmhouse than an opera house.
There is a white sign hanging on the ventilated wooden door, which reads in elegant black charcoal calligraphy: 'Black Cat Opera House' in five large characters, with a black kitten drawn at the end.
In fact, they passed by here in a carriage just now.
It's just that Mag can't connect the opera house with the dilapidated courtyard in front of him.
The last time they went to the opera, the price was fifty copper coins, and the venue was pretty decent.
"It can't be here, right? It seems like there's no one there?" Amy looked in front of the ventilated door and whispered.
"There are people, and there are quite a lot of them." Mag smiled. Although there was no one selling tickets at the door, there were more than a dozen people in the small courtyard at the moment. If they were all from this opera house, they could be considered A small opera troupe.
"Then do we still want to watch? They don't seem to be performing." Amy asked.
This is something Mag is also struggling with. After searching for so long to find it, he must be a little unwilling to go back without taking a look.
But seeing the other party's attitude, Mag strongly suspected that these people were engaged in fraud, not opera.
"I'm very sorry, Captain Pascal, our Black Cat Opera Troupe is indeed encountering some difficulties now, but we still intend to continue performing operas and have no plans to merge with your Macca Opera Troupe. Please come back."
Just when Mag and the others were about to leave, a gentle and moving voice sounded from the door.
"Macca Opera Troupe? Why does this name sound a bit familiar?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Is it the opera troupe that makes people sleep well when they sing?" Amy asked.
"Yes, that's it." Mag nodded. He slept so soundly last time that he didn't even remember the name of the opera troupe.
Listening to the meaning of this conversation, the leader of the opera troupe who is very sleepy came to the Black Cat Opera Troupe and planned to recruit them?
This proves from the side that this Black Cat Opera Troupe does have certain strength.
"Captain Vicki, I know you are a sentimental person, but you and I both know the current situation of the Black Cat Opera Troupe. Even survival is a problem, let alone the theater and the stage. If this continues, the Black Cat Opera Troupe will The group will simply break up.
As long as you sign this contract, the Black Cat Opera Company and the Macca Opera Company will merge, and we will be a family from now on. I have found a sponsor who is willing to fund the construction of a grand theater for us. This is a rare opportunity. . "The middle-aged man's voice persuaded him earnestly.
There was silence for a while.
Suddenly, an unruly and irritable voice sounded: "You fat damn fat man! How many times do I have to say it before you understand? Even your street monkey troupe deserves to be called an opera troupe. Don't think you have entered the courtyard. , stand on the stage, and you can call it opera with just two squeaks. The reputation of opera has been ruined by you!
Get out of here right now! Otherwise, believe it or not, I will cut you off myself! I think you just lack education! "
There was a bang of sticks inside the door, accompanied by a few muffled groans. The rotten wooden door was slammed open, and a fat man with blood on his face ran out staggeringly, mumbling a few words, and rolled and crawled. Run away.
And standing in the door was a petite girl wearing a black Lolita skirt, with her hands on her hips and her green hair blowing out, like a raging little lion.
Outside the door, Mag and his daughter stared at her dumbfounded.
The rotten wooden door swayed in the cold wind, and finally fell to the ground.
As for the girl inside the door, her standing green hair slowly fell down, her red eyes shining with fierce light gradually became clearer, and her aura suddenly decreased greatly.
"Hey...hey...oh..." The girl looked a little annoyed when she saw the middle-aged fat man disappearing at the end of the street.
Then her eyes fell on the three people standing at the door, and she suddenly realized something. She looked embarrassed, her cheeks were slightly red, she smiled at them slightly awkwardly, and said in a gentle voice: "Sorry, did I scare you? ?”
With her gentle tone, soft voice, and natural and unpretentious demeanor, she is just like a lovely young lady, okay? !
Although he is less than 1.5 meters tall and has no objection to A, he is still cute and invincible!
It's really impossible to connect her with the domineering female group leader who was like a little lion, a fat middle-aged man who was 1.9 meters tall, and who defended her ideals and career.
"Is this acting? I love it." Mag couldn't help but look at the girl in front of him with admiration.
The seamless connection between the irascible queen and the gentle young lady is so good... that most men don't understand.
"Um...we're here to watch the opera." Mag pointed to the plaque that fell to the ground.
"Oh!" Vicki was startled and quickly pulled the plaque out from under the door, patted the dust on it dearly, then came back to her senses and looked at Mag: "You said... you are here to see the opera? "
"Yes." Mag looked at Vicki who was holding the plaque in her arms, smiled and nodded, "We shouldn't have found the wrong place, right?"
"Of course! This is the Black Cat Opera Troupe." Vicki nodded quickly, a smile spread on her face, but she glanced at the door lying on the ground and said a little embarrassed: "Just... it was a little unexpected, but our performance is definitely not You will be disappointed.”
"I hope so." Mag nodded and followed Vicki into the dilapidated farmyard.
The yard was very desolate, but it was cleaned very clean. A small platform was built with wooden boards in the middle of the yard, which looked very shabby.
In front of the wooden platform, there are a few worn-out chairs with signs of poor maintenance.
And this should be the so-called Black Cat Open Air Theater.
"Please take a seat here, the opera will start soon." Vicki greeted the three of them to their seats with a slightly red face. This was the first wave of guests in the past half month who did not turn around and leave immediately after entering.
Several young heads popped out of the room nearby, looking at Mag and his daughter with curiosity and excitement, as if they were opera singers.
"You go ahead and go ahead. There's no need to greet us." Mag glanced at the chair legs tied with strips of cloth, feeling a little worried that he wouldn't be able to withstand the slight exertion on his face.
Amy had already taken out her own folding stool, and as a consumable, she very cleverly learned from her mother and prepared a few more.
So Mag and Annie also sat on the safe, self-contained benches.
Vicki's expression was slightly embarrassed, but she was also quite excited. At least some guests were sitting down, which was a good sign.
"Please wait a moment." Vicki walked quickly towards the green room.
"This captain, he seems to be not very smart... Why don't you take away the tickets first?" Mag looked at Vicky's back and frowned slightly.
