"Ms. Boethia, what did you write in the note to him?" Little Milo saw Lunn walking out of the shadows of the room, walked to the guardrail, picked up the champagne, took a sip, and looked at Agnes and asked. .
"Something that can help him win the trust of some people," Agnes smiled, "maybe something that can help him achieve something he desires."
She cast her eyes towards the box where Lord Bartlet was sitting, raised her glass to the young gentleman who was looking over from afar, and raised the corners of her lips.
"Speak no more of darkness,"
"Forget these fears,"
"I'm here, nothing can hurt you,"
"My words can warm and soothe you,"
"Let me set you free,"
"Let the sun take away your tears,"
"I'm here, by your side, by your side,"
"Guard and guide you."
...
Sarah reached out and grabbed the people next to her. She saw that those who came with her had stood up and walked towards the backstage.
"Go away, for the trap is set and waiting for prey."
"Don't worry." Shani's voice rang in her ears. Sarah focused her eyes on the hand he held her, and then covered her hand with it.
"Like anger that drowns the soul,"
"Like a strong desire that opens the heart,"
Sarah shook her head slowly, then leaned on the shoulder of the person next to her.
"This final threshold,"
"What is the unspeakable secret?"
"We will know."
She slowly closed her eyes.
"I have made up my mind,"
"The decision has been made,"
"The point of no return has been passed,"
"There is no turning back now,"
"Our passionate drama now finally begins,"
"Whether it's right or wrong."
"last question,"
"How long we have to wait......"
She seemed to see several people walking through the corridors and rehearsal rooms, and finally standing between the curtains.
"When will the blood boil?"
"Only sleeping buds can bloom into petals?"
"When will the flames finally..."
"Exhaust us?"
The whole theater seemed to be silent, and Agnes saw several people who had followed Miss Sarah Streis and the pianist to the theater, slowly walking out of the intermission with guns in their hands.
The people under the stage just watched quietly, treating this as just a part of the play.
The heroine on the stage glanced over these people, with a smile on her lips.
"Madam, I think you need..." a gentleman who was almost walking under the stage lights said in a deep voice.
"It's over now,"
"Music of the night!"
The soprano's singing almost pierced the night sky, the edge of the stage and the intermission candles were almost instantly extinguished, the entire lobby was plunged into darkness, and the screams of the guests filled the entire theater.
Agnes reached out and held down Lunn and Milo, who stood up almost instantly, "Don't do anything."
The two stopped and sat back down.
Agnes cast her eyes towards the stage. She saw the heroine on the stage disappear, and the slight ripples in the air spread to all directions, blending in with the screams of the guests, inconspicuously.
The breath of the "sound of harmony" she felt almost filled the entire theater, with an indescribable sense of relief.
Agnes instantly turned her head to look at Miss Streiss who was sitting with the pianist.
A figure almost identical to the woman sitting on the seat was outlined in front of them.
"You!" The pianist subconsciously raised his body to protect the person next to him.
"I'm very happy." "Voice of Harmony" just looked at Agnes with a smile, "I'm very happy that you finally understand..."
"No," Sarah pulled the person in front of her behind her, "I never understood..."
She suddenly stopped talking and put her hand on her throat.
"Voice of Harmony" smiled a little, "Finally something has replaced the place of music in your heart..."
"Why?" Sarah looked at the face in front of her in disbelief.
"Sometimes talent is actually a curse," "Voice of Harmony" said softly, "Whether you believe it or not, your father actually wants you to be a mediocre person."
"This is your father's expectation," she looked at Sarah softly, and then took a deep look at the two people in front of her. The outlined figures turned into slight ripples again, and then disappeared into the theater. .
"Ladies and gentlemen, please do not leave your position."
The theater manager's almost hoarse shout echoed in the theater, and the waiter on the side lit the candle again.
"Please don't panic, it was an accident...just an accident."
The panicked gentlemen and ladies finally stopped screaming and calmed down in the reappearing light.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are very sorry," the manager panted as he stepped onto the stage where the curtains had been drawn. "The performance will continue in ten minutes. Please be patient for a moment."
He took a deep breath and said, "While you wait, please enjoy a performance of the ballet."
Agnes clearly saw the conductor and musicians in the orchestra pit under the stage flipping through the music on the music stand in a panic.
"Thank you." The manager in front of the red curtain bowed deeply and got through the curtain.
Agnes curled her lips, turned and walked out of the box, stopped at the door, and looked at the gentleman who had spoken on the stage before, who was walking this way with the actor.
"Ma'am," the gentleman looked at Agnes who was standing at the door, obviously waiting for them, and frowned, "I think I need to ask you some questions."
"I know what you want to ask," Agnes curled her lips, stroking the ring on her right ring finger with her left hand, "We can go to a quieter place, and I will tell you everything I know."
The gentleman in front of him followed Agnes's movements and looked at the ring on Agnes' hand, frowned slightly and nodded.
"This..." The gentleman in front of me paused for a moment before asking, "Madam, it seems you know my identity."
"Captain of the Ellesmere Heart of Nature team, Wharton Felton," he looked at Agnes seriously and said, "I hope you will tell me everything you know about this matter. Although, it stands to reason , you should not be in the theater."
Angeni smiled nonchalantly and said, "Who wants to miss a performance performed by a spiritual creature?"
"Spiritual creatures?" Wharton grasped the key point almost instantly, "You mean the... heroine who replaced Miss Sarah."
"Of course it's her," Agnes smiled, "Who else could I be talking about?"
