Most of the scenery was obscured at night, with only the lights of the theater illuminating most of the city's sky. The specially polished glass reflects the bright lights in the room, and through the flower windows painted with patterns that are currently difficult to understand, the surroundings are reflected as if it were daytime.
On the side of the specially widened road in front of the theater, the waiter waited arrogantly and humbly, wearing a special costume, with feathers decorated only on one side waving high in the air.
The entourage beside the carriage kicked and beat the poor people trying to surround the roadside with their hands and feet, so as to prevent these ragged guys from frightening the fragile "gentlemen".
The lady who stepped off the carriage wore long silk gloves, tied up her slender waist with a corset, and then used a skirt brace to open up her huge skirt. The long curly hair that was carefully permed into the most perfect arc was covered with gorgeous and exaggerated hair accessories. They held their chests high, raised their heads, and had reserved smiles on their faces with heavy makeup, covered with handkerchiefs or feather fans. The nose is turned up and the eyes are not squinting.
The male companions held in their arms had glittering gold sleeves and clothes inlaid with silver filigree, and the fluffy hems covered with asymmetrical lace floated with their movements.
Soft music spread in the air, and Agnes raised her head and looked at the various sculptures, paintings, and tapestries in the room.
The scent of flowers mixed with the scent of powder and perfume had a weird intoxicating feeling, and Agnes couldn't help but frown.
"This is the box I reserved," the young man said. "Aliadney hasn't arrived yet. He always has to finish evening mass in the church before coming to the opera house."
As he spoke, he chuckled and bowed to Agnes and the others, "So, please allow me to excuse you. This is a very important opportunity for me."
Agnes nodded clearly. For most "upper-class people", compared to watching operas, the more important function here is probably social entertainment. This is no different from Feneport. After all, to a certain extent, in most cities in Feneport, the social activities before and after various dramas have even formed an unspoken routine.
The young man mentioned that today's so-called "Earl" and "Countess" will make speeches to all citizens here, and there will probably be more "upper class people" appearing in this theater. This is for those who have just become "upper class". "Waiting for someone" is certainly an opportunity that young men cannot miss.
Naturally, the young man exchanged some taunts with Anderson and left the room.
Agnes slowly approached the railing on one side of the room and looked down at the stage.
The scarlet curtain was tightly closed, and the seats that could accommodate a hundred people were empty. The huge candlesticks dropped from the dome were lit with lights, and the metal roses and special-style silk decorations on the surrounding walls gave it a unique sense of elegance.
"Overall, the style here is more like the Trunsoest Empire," Agnes said casually, without taking back her gaze to look at the entire theater. "There are traces of Balan style, but it is not the most important thing. It’s more like the architect incorporated some of the aesthetic views of the Balam Empire when designing this theater.”
"Yes, this is not consistent with the conclusion of the last exploration," Edwina nodded, "If we only infer from what we just saw, it is more likely that this place is in the Trunsoest Empire. rule, rather than belief in the God of Death as previously thought.”
"I suddenly remembered that the Pale Era entered immediately after the War of the Four Emperors," Agnes said calmly, "The factors that shaped the final result always appeared earlier, and maybe here is a piece of evidence. "
"If your guess is true," Edwina's eyes sparkled with a strange look, "then this place is of great value in clearing up the fog that shrouded the end of the Fourth Era and the beginning of the Fifth Era."
"Hey, wake up, our two Miss Scholars," Anderson shrugged. "We first have to consider whether we can get out alive."
"We have fallen into what we called an 'illusion' since we entered the city gate," Spasnerecki said with a serious expression. "We have only been able to see a 'normal city'."
"We were like this last time," Okfa said. "It wasn't until we found the 'flaw' in this 'illusion' that we could really see the city clearly."
"Obviously, this time the 'illusion' has been 'upgraded'. We should be more careful than last time..." Anderson said casually, grinning after Agnes looked at him, "Oh, I saw the word 'upgrade' from the novels of Emperor Roselle."
"I remember you said on the ship that the 'flaw' you found last time was the human statue in the church with handwriting that you couldn't read," Agnes lifted up the hem of her long leather coat and crossed her legs without scruples. He sat on the ground and said, "You are very sure that it is not the statue of the God of Death."
"Yes, because I saw the Holy Emblem of the God of Death and... His statue in the center of the church," Anderson spread his hands and said, "Hey, I didn't expect that the God of Death who once competed with the gods turned out to be... Evil God.”
All members of the Church of the Righteous God know that one of the most basic criteria for distinguishing the Righteous God and the Evil God is that the Evil God has an image similar to an intelligent being, while the Righteous God can only symbolize a holy emblem composed of symbols.
"The statue..." Agnes couldn't help laughing, "Maybe this is just a habit of the Fourth Age?"
"I prefer to believe that the owner here deliberately created a human statue of the God of Death for a certain purpose." Edwina said with a serious expression.
Agnes didn't speak, just sat quietly on the ground.
"I think the focus of our discussion is how to find the flaw in this 'illusion'?" Okfa whispered.
"Maybe we're going to find a spinning top?" Anderson said jokingly.
"It seems that you are a loyal reader of Emperor Roselle," Agnes nodded seriously, "However, maybe this is a useful idea, but the more useful one is to pray to the goddess of the night for blessings."
Edwina rubbed her temples with a headache and said: "'Hallucination' and 'Nightmare' cannot simply be regarded as the same phenomenon."
"Hallucination... nightmare..." Anderson chuckled a few times, chewing a few words in a very low voice, "... a beautiful dream."
Agnes heard Anderson's muttering words keenly, turned to look at him, and got a smile showing white teeth.
"Maybe we can go to the church and have a look," Spasnerecki said. "The 'flaw' last time may be useful this time."
"I don't think so," Edwina shook her head. "This 'illusion' has led us to this theater, so it must have an inner meaning."
"The most obvious difference between the two times is in faith. I don't think the church this time is no different from the churches they went to before." Edwina paused and added.
"Anyone with a brain knows that non-Orthodox churches are the most dangerous places in most cases. Hey..." Anderson chuckled, "So..."
"So we need to gather more information first, before we go to church and... before the opera starts." Okfa said before Anderson continued.
