As night falls, ordinary people choose to go home to spend this deep night with their loved ones after a busy day. And for some people, the night is their paradise, and the day is just a time to doze off and be bored.

But along with these people, there is also a poisonous snake called the conspiracy.

The front of the Masquerade Theater is still full of people, as if it has not been affected by the murder in the inner city in the slightest, and well-dressed people can be seen everywhere. Men and women, each wearing a dress that is worth enough for the ordinary people to live for more than a year, and their manners are elegant, and they are very polite to anyone.

Of course, don't worry about the details.

And don't delve into who they really are, these people get out of the streets, on the corners of the alleys, in carriages without any insignia, like a ghost coming from some terrible underworld at this time.

As for the mask on the face, it is not a problem, these people have long been accustomed to living with a mask, but this time the 'mask' is materialized.

When exactly did it start? I don't think anyone can say for sure, but I'm afraid that the Kamen Theater was set up for this purpose since its inception.

"Please show your ticket."

An Yizhi took out a cardboard card from his bosom and handed it to the waiter. The latter looked at it and said respectfully:

"Please follow me."

Led by a waiter, An Yizhi walked into the golden main hall.

It is a three-story building, with the lobby below having the largest number of people, the second floor having some balcony-like private seats, and the third floor being a box that is forbidden to ordinary people.

At this time, the lobby was already full of well-dressed people, gathering together in three or five, talking and laughing softly, as if looking forward to the start of the performance.

Even if they don't know who they're talking to.

Even though these people are very cultured and the sound of their conversations is kept within the range of what the other person can hear and not too loud, so many people gathered to talk can still create a buzzing sound like a swarm of bees.

Ann glanced at these guys with a finger, and a thought of a lack of virtue rose in her heart.

As soon as Lao Tzu bursts his magic, it is estimated that more than seventy percent of Luo Puwen's high-level decision-makers will be blown away......

However, it is not in the interest to do this, and An Yizhi is just thinking about it.

- What he wants to do is more immoral than he thinks now.

Led by a waiter, from the ladder on the side of the lobby to the second floor, there is a small square table with a sign that says 'Reservation', which is where Ann Yizhi is located.

The intelligence officers of Canso City couldn't infiltrate to a higher level, after all, the Kamen Theater had an official background, and at most, they helped An Yizhi find a place on the second floor.

But it's not bad here, as long as you go down a little, 90% of the lobby will go into the bottom of the eye, but you can't see the situation on the third floor.

"Your wine, sir."

Another waiter puts down the wine and glasses in the ice bucket and fills them up in a flowing stream.

"Give me a cigar."

"Okay."

He also put a flat square tin box in his tray, took out the cigar from it, cut off the front part and handed it to An Yizhi, and took a lighter out of his pocket to help him light it.

"Sir, your stuff has dropped."

The waiter who had led Ann to his seat before went and returned, also holding a cigar box in his hand.

"Thanks, I thought I forgot to bring it."

"You're welcome, it's my pleasure to serve you."

With that, the two waiters slowly left. They replied decently, without arousing anyone's suspicion, and no one would have thought that these two ordinary waiters were actually agents of Canso City.

Ann opened the box with a finger, and instead of a cigar, it was a large red button.

He glanced at it, put it away and put it in his arms.

"Fur ......"

Exhale a smoke ring and let the aroma of the cigar drift around you.

Lin Linglin can't be told about this, she will be beaten......

The box is not just a magic item, but also a promised signal of 'ready'.

In this way, the formation is complete, and the rest is ......

Ann swallowed his cigar with a finger and said secretly in his heart.

The rest depends on whether the 'actors' are worthy of harmony and what his arrangement as a 'director' is.

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In the box on the third floor of the Masquerade Theater -

As usual, Julian Lopvin, who likes to come to the Kamen Theater to watch stage plays, is in this box specially prepared for him.

I'm a little nervous today, and I always feel like something bad is happening.

It felt strange, and it was as uncomfortable as a cat's paw scratching its heart.

He carefully searched all the parts of his brain that might have been exposed, but still found nothing suspicious.

In the end, he could only put this hunch down to being too tired.

He's been really tired lately.

In the past, when he pretended to be a gentleman and a humanoid manure machine, it was called a relaxed and happy one, but when he seized the opportunity and wanted to realize his ambition step by step, he realized how difficult it was. Sleep less than three hours a day, and sometimes even need to rotate continuously.

Moreover, during this time, he has secretly met and talked to countless people, and he must also keep the information of these people firmly in his mind, including what political demands they have, interest entanglements, and how much use they have, and so on.

Rao is extremely smart, and he also feels very tired at this time.

This is tired of thinking about beauty, he has long known that the road to reclaim power will be long and difficult, accompanied by assassination and risk, but he still underestimates the difficulty.

Rubbing his temples, Julian stuffed a piece of chocolate in his mouth, squinting his eyes as if he were pretending to sleep. It was the only bit of relaxation he had today before he got down to business.

At this time, a play was being played on the stage, called 'Pandidar and the Trolls'.

The play is based on a well-known story of a well-known Lopwen story, about an adventurer named Pandidar who heroically defeats the trolls and protects the peace of the village as he passes through a village infested by two-headed trolls. It is also one of Julian Lopwen's favorite stage plays.

"Boss, what's so good about that kind of story that's all bragging?"

His barbarian bodyguard, Thom, held the barrel and hummed:

"If you want a two-headed troll's head, Tom will go and get it right away, ..... guaranteed for a month! I can bring it back in a week. ”

There are only a dozen levels of ordinary trolls, and the two-headed trolls are the most special breed among them, with a challenge level between 30~40.

Thom said it easily, which shows how strong it is.

"Oh no, Thom, what I like more than a two-headed troll is the story itself."

Julian said, his eyes staring downward.

At this time, the actor who played the role of 'Pandidar' on the stage was holding a prop two-handed sword, and in a loud and powerful voice like a 'villager', assuring himself that he would bring the troll's head.

"At the heart of the story is not the final killing of the trolls, but the hypocrisy that lies within."

"Hypocrisy?"

Thom scratched his head, indicating that he didn't understand, so he simply continued drinking.

Julian chuckled, and didn't explain to Tomdo, knowing that it would be difficult for a savage's brain to comprehend the twists and turns.

There is no doubt that the plays are artistically processed and adapted.

But few people know that the real story of Pandidar.

He is actually a mercenary who wanders from city to city, and he can't afford to be early. And when he learned that the village was plagued by trolls, he pretended to take it and demanded a high reward, and then ran outside to kill two ordinary trolls and sew their heads together in order to demand payment from the villagers.

When he was discovered, he had evil thoughts, and sneaked into the village that night, killing a total of 18 people, including the village chief, and even a baby waiting to be fed.

Eventually, he absconded with the money and has not been found to this day.

Look, a story of a heinous crime can be changed into a heroic story of glory and righteousness, this is 'art'.

This is also the reason why Julian loves this drama the most, because it is full of hypocrisy.

The lines are fake, the plot is fake, and the actors are naturally fake.

That's right, just like his identity as a gentleman, it's all fake......

'Pandidal and the Two-Headed Troll' came to a curtain call after the actor cut off the two-headed troll's head with his sword, and the heavy curtain was raised, and the audience burst into polite applause.

The actors' performances are wonderful, and the screenwriter's lines are infectious enough, but this play is performed almost every day at the Masquerade Theater, and everyone is already tired of watching it.

By the time the curtain was over and the curtain was over, all the sets were removed, leaving only a microphone with amplification effects and a woman who was different from the other mortal races.

Her skin seemed to be a pale blue, shimmering intoxicatingly in the warm light.

Wearing a light evening dress, her beautiful figure was perfectly displayed, but it also showed a little else.

Like the fin-like thing on her arm.

This is a siren, a beautiful marine race.

Quite similar to mermaids, but the difference is that sirens do not like mermaids to form their own tribes or even cities, preferring to wander around like gypsies, they yearn for freedom the most, after all, they come from the sea.

Blessed with the perfect singing voice, each siren is the best of the bards, and with this talent, they have traveled throughout the multiverse.

Of course, don't think they're easy to bully, the Bard is no less powerful than other combat classes, such as the 'Spellbreaker' that breaks magic, the 'Requiem' that confuses enemies, the rousing 'March', and even the terrifying 'Song of Perdition'.

In addition to this, the bards knew some magical means and were also excellent swordsmen.

So don't underestimate a guy who sells rap and eat in a tavern, maybe the adventure story he tells is like bragging, but it's actually his own experience.

Julian picked up the repertoire at hand, which read 'Silver Singer'.

"It's a pity I don't have time to listen to the sirens."

His voice was full of regret, but his eyes were unwavering.