Sword of Daybreaker

Chapter 771 The Surprise of the Earl of Balin

In the ever-changing Cecil, there are always many new things being born.

A qualified imperial consul and regional administrator will surely be intrigued by these new things.

After a little silence, Victoria looked at the Earl of Baring: "Perhaps, we can take a look."

"You mean that new-style drama?" The Earl of Baling was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Duke Bingxue, who has always been indifferent and alienated and was said to be not interested in "drama", would make this suggestion, but soon realized that the other party might be interested in the new-style drama. Intrigued by the "magic technology" behind the play, he nodded quickly, "Of course, I mean, it's very worth watching - magic technology can be applied in all aspects, and I'm also curious about how it can relate to drama."

"Let's find out where it is," said Victoria, expressionless, "Let's go."

It didn't take much effort to find out where the performance venue of the new-style drama was, and Victoria and her party quickly followed the directions of passers-by to a large building in the south of the city.

It was an unremarkable building, very different from the "theatre" in the impression of the Earl of Baring - because the theater has always been reserved for nobles and wealthy citizens, it should naturally look magnificent, but what he saw was not It's just a square two-story building. Except for its size, it can't be said to be beautiful and gorgeous in other aspects.

A large number of people have gathered around this large and simple-looking building.

At a glance, you can see that they are basically ordinary civilians.

These people wearing all kinds of winter clothes and looking forward to it have obviously been waiting here for a long time. The people on the outside are all craned their necks to look at the entrance of the "theatre", and in the area near the inner layer, you can also see people wearing Uniformed security guards were maintaining order, some people were chatting and laughing loudly in the crowd, and some vendors even found business opportunities and pushed carts around the square to sell snacks and drinks.

Such a lively scene made the Earl of Baling startled - he remembered that there would not be so many people at the entrance of the theater, and the people watching the theater were all well-dressed, with butlers, came in a carriage, and waited for the attendants. The gentlemen and ladies who slowly entered the venue under the reception, where is this kind of battle?

"So many people...are all here to watch that new-style drama?" The earl from the capital widened his eyes, "They are all citizens...Is Cecil City so rich? Everyone can afford to enter. The cost of the theater?"

"My lord, it is said that... a ticket only costs a few coppers, and in new currency, it only costs six el," said an attendant who had gone to inquire about the news with a slightly unbelievable expression, "and because today is the first time for a new type of drama. When it comes out, the ticket price is halved..."

"Three Els!" Earl Balin's eyes were about to pop out, "What's the difference between this and Baiji!"

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly turned his head to look at the square, looked at the dense crowd, and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice: "Gods and ancestors! No wonder there are so many people, even if they are not interested in drama, these citizens want to I'm afraid I won't be stingy with those few coins to satisfy curiosity... But with so many people pouring into the theater, how can the actors on the stage perform? How can order be maintained?"

"I'm afraid it will become very chaotic, my lord," said another nobleman of the Royal Capital who was accompanying him, shaking his head.

"And... you see, it's already messy enough here."

As soon as the royal capital aristocrat finished speaking, the ear of the Earl of Baring heard the shouts of the cart vendors around the square again—the loud and penetrating voice went straight into the ear of Mr. Earl:

“Fragrant fried potatoes! Best potato chips in Cecil!”

"Have a fish roll! Come with a hot sauce!"

"There should be a bottle of anti-cold potion in the queue in winter - the best frost resistance potion! Father Sam made it himself, fifty-two degrees of sauce-flavored type!!"

"My head hurts," Earl Balin couldn't help covering his forehead. "This is different from what I thought..."

"The frost resistance potion is even said to be prepared," an accompanying official looked into the distance curiously, "and sold in the square?"

"All kinds of resistance potions are very cheap in the South, and the diluent of the frost resistance potion is sold as a kind of health care product," Victoria said lightly, obviously she already has some understanding of this, "The local people in the South and the people who go Vendors on the north-south trade route will add some spice or honey to these diluents as a drink to keep out the cold.”

Earl Balin's eyes were wide open, and he almost blurted out, "This is really a crazy place", but fortunately he still remembered that this is the imperial capital, and after swallowing these words back, he said with a slightly strange expression: "Then... Your Highness, You have to go see…”

"Of course, I'm more and more interested in it now," Victoria glanced at the Earl of Baling indifferently. "Also, don't use titles and titles here, it doesn't fit the atmosphere."

"Yes, yes Hall... Madam," Earl Balin hurriedly agreed, then looked helplessly at the attendant, "Then... go and buy tickets."

The squire was ordered to leave, but soon returned with a piece of news that the Earl of Baling had not expected.

"It's already sold out?" Mr. Count was stunned, "No one left?!"

"Yes, sir," said the squire, with shame on his face, "it is said to have been sold out two hours ago."

It's a city where something new comes up almost every day, and Cecilians are brave and willing to try new things, not to mention that there's now a new kind of play that only takes three Els to see -- and Open to all members of the public. As the Earl of Baling said just now, for ordinary people who have never had the opportunity to enter the theater, even if it is just to satisfy their curiosity, this little change is worthwhile, and Cecil people... curiosity has always been strong.

San Er, even if the play is boring, it is not wrong to visit the tables, chairs and roof of the theater - many people even come with this mentality.

The Count from the Royal Capital couldn't help but turn his eyes to the duchess who proposed to come here. He thought that the other party would definitely lose interest in this matter this time, and he would even be somewhat annoyed by wasting time. The image has always been unrelated to "patience" and "moderateness", but Victoria's next words exceeded his expectations——

"Go and ask around to see if anyone is willing to sell tickets," the duchess said lightly, and gave meticulous instructions with surprising patience, "Have a good attitude and you can pay extra money, but if the other party does not agree, you can also Not to be forced."

Her tone was flat, and her expression was as indifferent as ever, but if someone she knew was nearby, you could see at a glance that this was actually an expression of her enthusiasm.

An attendant nodded and was about to leave.

But at this moment, a footstep that was clearly heading towards this side caught the attention of the Earl of Baling, Victoria and others.

As a higher-level superhuman, they can easily perceive this undisguised approaching behavior directed at themselves in the crowd.

The Earl of Baling raised his head and followed his intuition, only to see a strange man in a cotton coat walking towards him.

Duchess Victoria used an inconspicuous gesture to stop the entourage from blocking, and looked at the man who approached, and asked indifferently, "Is something wrong?"

Such an ordinary man seemed to be shocked for a moment by the special momentum and outstanding appearance of Victoria Wilder, and he was a little nervous and fearful for a while, but he quickly said: "I saw you guys seem to be a little troubled just now... It's because of the tickets. Is it?"

The Earl of Bahrain nodded: "We do want to buy tickets, but they seem to be sold out."

"Ah, that's right," the man in the padded coat suddenly smiled and nodded sincerely, "I just happened to be able to help you—I invited a few friends to watch the drama together, bought tickets in advance, today But they said they couldn't come. I just got a few more here, do you want to? It's only one fee per ticket. I know it's more expensive than the original price, but I've been in line for a long time before..."

The Earl of Baling opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard Victoria say, "Yes."

Then the Duke of Ice and Snow turned to look at him: "Mr. Balin, pay for it."

"But..." Earl Balin squeezed out half a word, but under the gaze of those ice-cold eyes, he still took out money to pay the bill like an ordinary citizen. Exquisite tickets with the words "Film Pictures" and "Three Line Theater" on the surface.

After the man left, the Earl of Baring couldn't help but whispered: "Victoria... Madam, you shouldn't believe that man, he is obviously just selling..."

"I know," Victoria said quietly.

"That……"

"It's just interesting," Victoria said casually, and raised her head to look at the entrance of the theater not far away, "This place is indeed more interesting than the capital...

"However, that was indeed an act of disrupting the order, and we can't ignore it.

"I saw a sheriff on the edge of the square just now, anyone of you should report it."

Victoria Wilder's tone rose slightly, as if she was suddenly in a happy mood.

After a while, the crowd in front finally became faintly commotion.

Victoria, who was in a good mood, raised the corner of her mouth a little: "Mr. Bahrain, it seems that you can enter the venue. Let's go and witness it."

...

With the flow of people and the guidance of the staff, the Earl of Baring finally walked into this "theater", which was quite strange in his eyes, and found his own place among the rows of high and low seats.

Along the way, out of the obligation of a gentleman and the instinct of being a subordinate, he protected the Duchess Victoria as much as possible to avoid the surrounding people from colliding with the grand consul of the empire and the patron of the northern mountains. For this reason, he himself was even pushed several times, but after sitting on the seat, he still found that it was impossible for him to fully maintain this "decency" and "protection".

The seats are one after the other, and there are people everywhere.

More people poured in here than in any theater he had ever seen in the capital! The seats are also much denser!

Around him, countless civilians—or citizens of the empire—surrounded him, even making the nobleman from the capital feel a little suffocated.

He is so uncomfortable here.

Victoria Wilder, however, did not show the slightest discomfort or boredom. The protector of the northern mountains just sat quietly in his position, his eyes swept around casually-despite the lack of expression on his face, Bahrain The Earl can roughly guess that this should be a very interested and curious performance.

On the road of "adapting to the new order", he seems to be far behind the duchess.

"This kind of facility should consider the problem of fire and crowded trampling in advance," Victoria said suddenly. "What do you think, Mr. Bahrain?"

"Me? Ah, yes, yes, of course," the Earl of Baling almost didn't react, and hurriedly replied, "There are many people here, and there are many densely arranged seats, which really need to be considered... I don't know if everyone here is Planned."

Another aristocrat from the capital looked at the stage curiously: "There are no actors on the stage, and there are no sets and props... Could it be that they haven't been arranged yet?"

The Earl of Baling subconsciously looked up after hearing the words, and sure enough, he also found this strange problem.

At the end of the roughly fan-shaped arrangement of seats, on the open platform that was supposed to be the stage, there really wasn't a single actor to be seen, nor any set to be seen.

He tried his best to open his eyes, but in the end he only saw several magic net bases placed on the platform, and crystal devices assembled in a certain array.

The Earl of Baling slowly came to understand, but became even more confused: So... this so-called new-style drama turns out to be the projection of the magic net terminal?

...

Outside the "Three Walk" theater, due to the large number of people entering the venue, the originally crowded square suddenly became much quieter.

Some of the people who remained in the square were vendors, some were citizens passing by out of curiosity, and some were security personnel.

A man in a dark cotton coat hurried past the edge of the square, with a happy face and a low hat.

But just as he walked to the entrance of a nearby alley, before he could turn in, several uniformed security guards suddenly appeared around him.

The man in the coat was startled, turned his head and ran, but before he could take his steps, a security guard raised his hand and a small lightning struck him, knocking him to the ground.

Several security guards swarmed up and pressed the man who was twitching so hard to scream to the ground. The sheriff in charge of the team took out small shackles and yelled angrily: "It's you again! It's you again!

"You were there when the Magic Train started selling tickets for the first time, you were there when the first football game sold spectator tickets, and you were there when the first zoo opened!

"Today, the magic shadow drama starts to sell tickets, and as expected, there is still you!

"You will spend the next half month by the water pipe of the Public Security Bureau!"

In the ever-changing Cecil, there are always many new things being born...

(Happy holidays~~)

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