The nineteenth hour of night.

Albion·20km level.

There is still less than an hour before daylight appears in the underground city, and the lights on the streets have begun to change from the original light pollution color to a warm color. After the nightlife is over, the flow of people on the streets has gradually begun to return to normal.

The Dennis Theater also began to welcome its patrons. Deep in the porch, a row of soft lights illuminated the steps in front. Walking up the steps slowly, the golden step handrails looked more luxurious under the light; the walls on both sides

There are various exquisite tapestries hanging on it, and there is a ticket gate at the gate. The conductor in red clothes is sitting behind the window, yawning and touching fish.

Most of the customers of the Dennis Theater are members of the petty bourgeoisie. Under the aristocratic leadership of the [Clock Tower], watching the theater is a very stylish thing, especially watching the thaumaturge's performances, the style is

It instantly becomes more flavorful.

"Uu——"

Four magnificent horses moved with sonorous and powerful steps, pulling a luxurious carriage.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the Dennis Theater door, and the carriage door was opened.

Ron, the group leader in a red suit, stepped out of the carriage, and behind him were four crew members wearing strange masks.

After getting out of the car, Ron adjusted his suit, then turned around and looked at the foursome wearing [Kaomoji masks] with a despairing expression.

Xia Xiu:(〃＾▽＾〃)

Broly:(￣^￣)

Tours:(▔,▔)

One week:(o_o)

What a crime!

Ron subconsciously pressed the brim of his hat to cover his face. He could feel the pedestrians around him pointing at them. Several ladies and ladies were holding semicircular hats.

The sunflower fan made of fan covers its mouth and snickers.

Ron had tried to discuss with the blond young man before that they should not wear such a slightly embarrassing mask, but it was of no use. The blond young man used his overbearing veto power to veto his decision as the leader of the group, and even glorified it.

The famous one told him that wearing a mask is to attract the attention of the audience.

"Please note that our performance is only thirty minutes long. When the Dennis Theater is in daylight, one of the four performances will be selected as today's theme.

These four performances are opera, concert, drama, and stunt performance. And we are responsible for the stunt performance among the four performances. There are a total of six performances today, and we are in the third one." Ron led the team.

The foursome walked towards the Dennis Theater while giving instructions to the foursome.

"I looked at the list of performances. The first performance was an animal taming performance. The performers interacted closely with the lions and even put their heads into the lions' mouths. These lions were all domesticated lions found from the outside. They

The appearance is very bluffing; the second performance is a performance by a group of female dancers, who will present a visual feast to the audience with gorgeous costumes and synchronized dances."

"As for the third show..."

Ron paused, and then looked at the mask wearer with brilliant blond hair among the masked quartet with a very helpless expression.

"The live pigeon is transformed and performed by our new member of Dennis Circus, Kidd."

"Captain, you have to believe me. This performance of mine will definitely spread the reputation of Dennis Circus throughout the Fog City area." Xia Xiu said to Ron enthusiastically.

The words of the blond young man were so sincere and passionate. He looked like a noble artist who loved performing and was ready to devote himself to art. It would have been better if he ignored the expression under his mask.

Xia Xiu's mask:(o゜▽゜)o

"... As long as you are happy." Ron sighed helplessly. He had already bought a ticket to leave Fog City. After today's performance, he would run away and leave Fog City.

Yesterday, he had checked the money on the anonymous card given to him by the blond young man. He thought it was only three or four thousand, but he didn't expect it to be one hundred thousand. This is no longer as simple as a bribe. This is money to buy a life. The other party bought Dennis.

The lifespan of a circus performance.

With melancholy about the future, Ron and the foursome completed the identity authentication on the theater's own detection ball. After confirming that the identity was correct, the group of five people entered the Dennis Theater.

*******

Dennis Theater interior.

Under the illumination of the lights, the seats in the auditorium showed a continuous wave shape, arranged neatly, as if to welcome the wonderful performance that was about to be performed.

The seats are covered with gorgeous red velvet, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling. Each seat is equipped with high-quality backrests and armrests, providing the audience with comfortable support and space to relax. The intervals between seats are moderate,

It not only ensures the privacy of the audience, but also prevents the audience from feeling crowded.

In front of the auditorium is a spacious stage, covered by a gorgeous red curtain. The curtain is embroidered with exquisite gold thread patterns. Under the shining lights, it gives people a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

On both sides of the auditorium are tall audience boxes, the walls of which are decorated with gorgeous murals and exquisite carvings.

Backstage, the four-person group in masks looked around like curious babies, with most of their eyes fixed on the boxes on both sides of the auditorium.

"Tulsi, how are you preparing the [garlic bomb]? This is an [art installation] that I spent four hours designing." Xia Xiu rubbed his chin, his golden eyes shining with extraordinary agility and interest.

He looked around at the nearby boxes excitedly, like a child looking for fun.

"..., I have prepared more than a dozen rounds. These three specially made rounds are reserved for you."

Turs speechlessly took out three spherical containers and handed them to the blond young man. To be honest, when the other party quickly compiled a genealogy code and designed such a weird thing without the assistance of a think tank, he was very curious about the other party's presence in the Deer Garden.

When I was a student, did the professor who was responsible for teaching "Deer Language" to golden retrievers ever have the urge to beat this kid to death?

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Well, very good, just enough to feed these three to [Holy Spirit Pigeon]. I will control their explosion frequency when the time comes, and you can take the main

The battlefield can be led to the street; there are only ten wooden thorns made of brolly, beech, hawthorn and ash trees. You need to strike quickly and accurately according to the situation.

; One week, you will be responsible for assisting Tours in guiding the battlefield to the street, and pay attention to the people around you, and try not to affect other spectators."

The blond young man quickly arranged various tasks for the three people present. At the end, he did not forget to make a joke.

"Everyone, this is the last vote. After this vote, we will return to the living world for vacation."

When the blond young man finished speaking these words, [Albion] began to enter daylight, and with the arrival of daylight, the theater also began its own performance.

*******

daytime.

In Box 404 of the Dennis Theater.

"Should we stimulate the crystal lion that was injected with [confusion agent]? I really want to see him bite the human trainer's head. Think about it, that scene should be very interesting."

Cappadocia Nias moved her jade feet and watched the opening performance of the Dennis Theater with great interest.

Nias is undoubtedly a beautiful woman.

She has soft long golden hair, as bright as the sun, shawl down, exuding natural luster; her eyes are shining with deep blood color, as bright and moving as rubies, and her long eyelashes add charm to her eyes.

Her lips are rosy and plump, slightly raised, her face is smooth and soft, and her contours are exquisite. Her figure is slim and slender, with graceful curves. She wears a long flowing skirt and white stockings on her feet.

"You said the same thing some time ago. The snake girl was just playing with [snake control], so you used [Elizabeth] to intimidate her familiar, causing the familiar to lose control and causing her to make a performance mistake. What happened?

The tragedy of backlash.

Now [Clock Tower] is afraid of us because of the performance, but after the performance is over, it will be different. We will settle here in the future, so you'd better not go too far. If you really want to see him get beaten by a lion

Bite, after the performance, I will catch him myself."

Cappadocia Ruskin looked at his sister with doting eyes. He had the same golden hair as his sister Nias, but his hairstyle was shorter and neater, highlighting his masculine temperament.

As twin siblings, Cappadocia Nias and Cappadocia Raskin have unique similarities and subtle differences.

"Brother is the best."

A bright smile appeared on Nias's face, her delicate body leaned against her half-brother, and the two of them rubbed their ears together; she exhaled hot air and looked at her eyes with enthusiasm, obsession, greed, and fascination.

Ruskin who looks similar to himself.

"I don't like my brother looking at women other than me. That snake girl is like a slut. Her coquettishness disgusts me."

Ruskin lowered his head and touched Nias. After a brief exchange, he raised his head and stared at Nias.

Ruskin also stared at Nias with great fascination, and whispered in a low voice:

"That inspires an endless feeling, that in being alone we are not alone; this truth merges into our being and purifies ourselves: it is a tone, the soul and source of music, which reveals and sheds eternal harmony

A magic, like the fabled girdle of Cyprus, which unites all things with beauty; it would disarm Death, if he had the power to do actual harm."

"Whose poem is this?"

"A foggy poet named Byron, there is a line of poetry in his poems that I like the most."

"What words?"

"We are not alone even if we live in isolation."

Nias was stunned for a moment, then she looked into her brother's eyes and understood something instantly.

She didn't say anything else, but her body pressed closer to the other person, as if she wanted to integrate herself into the other person's body, and her hands were tightly interlocked with the other person's hands.

"Even if Lando El-Melloi doesn't protect us, we can still find a place to enjoy ourselves; I know what the old man wants and what he is fighting against; the weak and old winter has retreated.

In the desolate mountains, it escapes and returns at the same time; human beings are always like this, trapped by the inexplicable and lofty will in their hearts."

Ruskin held Nias's delicate and delicate hand. He liked this hand, and Nias also knew that he liked it, so she would always use [Vampire Arms·Bloody Iron Virgin] to squeeze the blood of human virgins every week

, these blood will be refined by the Iron Maiden into [Blood Beads] and [Blood Energy Supplement].

Nias loves to use [blood energy supplement] to bathe her body. This is her way to stay young and beautiful.
To be continued...