"The first grand event after the suspicion," Agnes read the words in the newspaper with a smile, "Can the prima soprano reverse her fate?"
“It looks like things are really going wrong at the Segenis Theatre,” she said with a laugh, “but at least the audience hasn’t run away yet.”
Agnes looked at the long line of people entering the theater and said to Lunn and Milo with a smile.
This is the first time Agnes has seen such a lively and noisy scene at the entrance of the theater in the past few days. Carriages come and go at the entrance of the theater, the tops of the gentlemen's hats of various colors swaying as they move, and the skirts of the ladies of various colors. Passing by on the reflective steps, waiters wearing gold and red dresses and white gloves answered the guests' questions.
"It looks like they want to replace the broken chandelier with a lot of candles." Lunn said, looking at the rows of white candles in the corner.
Little Milo looked at the scene in the theater with some curiosity.
Agnes smiled, shook the ticket in her hand and said to the waiter next to her: "Take us to box number five."
The waiter smiled and nodded to Agnes, then bowed and raised his hand to guide the three of them towards the steps.
Agnes held little Milo with one hand, and her eyes couldn't help but wander to the statues holding candles in artistic gestures on both sides of the steps.
"Your manager Fei Ming is really talented." Agnes said with some sigh, "There is no sense of violation."
"Actually, these candles were the original decoration of these statues." The waiter explained to Agnes with a smile.
Agnes said nothing but 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, "the play will begin soon."
"Okay, thank you," Agnes glanced at the band that was ready under the stage and nodded.
The waiter carefully closed the door and walked out.
The sound of violin chorus was already ringing, and the hall was almost full.
"This is different from anything I've seen before." Little Milo said softly, lying on the guardrail beside the box.
"It's indeed different," Agnes walked slowly to his side, "You can take a closer look."
Her eyes swept over the figure in a dim blue cloak in the corner of the lobby, the pianist beside her who she had noticed many times, and several people not far behind them watching the stage warily.
"I hope today's play will go well." Agnes whispered.
Little Milo next to him heard what Agnes said clearly, nodded to Agnes, and fixed his eyes on the stage without moving any longer.
"Good food, good wine, singing and dancing,"
"Celebrate tonight and welcome the winning team,"
"Come back and save us!"
The play on the stage has begun, but Agnes's eyes still stay in the audience.
"What are you looking at?" Lunn came to Agnes quietly and asked her.
"Look there," Agnes pointed to a box on the opposite side closer to the stage, "Do you know who he is?"
It was a man with light brown semi-long curly hair, who looked to be in his thirties.
"...Lord Bartley," Lunn recognized the other person instantly, "He..."
"What a disaster," Agnes sighed, turning to look at Lunn with some interest, "Do you think he is waiting for you or someone else to assassinate him?"
Lunn shook his head helplessly.
"Just wait," Agnes retracted her gaze and looked at the stage, "I hope this play will at least be completed successfully."
She cast her eyes on "Sarah" on the stage and smiled with interest.
...
"Father once spoke of an angel,"
"I often dream that He will appear,"
"Now when I sing, I feel His presence,"
"I know He is here."
Sarah almost huddled on the large seats in the lobby, her light brown eyes staring closely at the figure on the stage.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to watch her own singing, and her thoughts are diverging.
"Somehow I knew He was always there for me,"
"He is the invisible patron saint."
The story of the song had been her dream, but now she knew it wouldn't happen.
She had hoped that the thing on the stage would guide her and protect her, just like it had guided her father, but in the end... she could only feel disappointment.
She felt the person next to her slowly reach out and hold her cold hands, and the warmth like the summer sun instantly enveloped her hands.
It was Shani. She slowly looked away from the stage and looked at the people beside her.
She carefully took Shani's hand back, which had been severely damaged by the almost endless performances, although she knew that these injuries had now been healed by the servants of the Mother Goddess.
She slowly took up the hands, leaned her face on them, and closed her eyes.
“The angel of music sings in my head!”
“The angel of music sings in my head!”
The angel of music no longer needed to sing in her head because her angel was already by her side.
It will all end tonight! It will all end tonight!
Sarah swore in her mind.
...
"I thought you wouldn't come." Lunn said when he saw the people standing in front of the guardrail looking at the shadow where he was hiding. The man with light brown semi-long curly hair had a pair of gray eyes, which lit up the entire stage and lobby. Under the light, the original color is almost invisible.
He thought for a while and slowly walked out of the shadows, "I really wasn't planning to come before."
"Even if this is a mission you have received before?" Lord Bartley shook the champagne in his hand and looked at the man who took the initiative to come out of the shadows and said.
"It's not a mission, it's just a transaction." Lunn said, "And I don't need this transaction anymore."
"Then why did you choose to appear in front of me now?" Lord Bartley asked with interest.
Lunn took off his hat, bowed slowly, handed out a folded piece of paper, and said, "My master wants me to give this to you."
Lord Bartley reached out and took the note, but did not open it in a hurry.
"Who is your master?" Lord Bartley looked at Lunn and asked.
"Master said you already know." Lunn said calmly, "You are far wiser than the outside world reports, and your ambition is far beyond their expectations."
"Is this what your master said?" Lord Bartley asked with a raised eyebrow, "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 expression.
"Your master is so unkind," Lord Bartley laughed, "doesn't she want to see me?"
Lunn just bent down and bowed, and slowly retreated into the shadows.
"I am a disgusting monster, burning in the abyss,"
"But secretly longing for the kingdom of heaven, secretly, secretly..."
A deep male voice sang slowly in his ears. Lord Bartley retracted his gaze from the shadows, the smile on his face faded, and he slowly opened the note in his hand.
