Chapter 2213 Missy Arrives!

When Bobby walked into the opera house, he was a little uncomfortable with the sudden darkening environment, his foot got caught on the leg of the chair, and he almost fell down.

"Young Master, be careful!" Pascal quickly reached out to support him, but he was secretly happy.

It seemed that his guess was right, the Black Cat Opera Troupe was still as poor as ever.

It was almost the beginning, and it was still pitch black in the opera house, and it was hard to even turn on a lamp.

Although it was changed indoors, there might not be many guests willing to come in this place. Most of their group still had to eat soil to maintain their lives.

But speaking of it, the actors who were dug back from the Black Cat Opera Troupe last time were really useful.

Regardless of major, he doesn't eat much and needs little, and now he has basically become the pillar of their Marca Opera Troupe.

Although Boka gave him a lot of money, the reason why he was able to follow the Black Cat Opera Troupe so tirelessly was because he wanted to poach the remaining actors as well.

As for the woman who is difficult to control, it would be great if Boca can take it away.

He still couldn't help but be afraid when he thought of how he was scratched with blood all over his face that day.

I don't understand why Mr. Boca is so good at this?

And the habit of being pressed and beaten?

"Don't let people see that we know each other." Boca took his hand out of Pascal's and rearranged his clothes.

"Understood, understood." Pascal nodded, and took two quick steps forward.

The venue of the opera house is not small, after all, it inherited the venue of the original circus.

But those long benches, no matter how neatly they were placed, still looked a bit shabby.

Except for a few spectators sitting in the front row and other seats, the whole venue was empty and deserted.

Boka glanced at it and sighed secretly.

Even if it was changed to Romo Street, the Black Cat Opera Troupe still had no patrons.

You must know that some time ago, there were two taverns on this street that won the gold medal in the wine tasting conference, but they attracted a lot of attention. Even he followed his friends to the Titan Tavern for a drink.

Pascal brought him here today, and he was still worried that Vicky had found a benefactor. Now it seems that it is more in line with what Pascal said.

I am afraid that the Black Cat Opera Troupe took advantage of the vacancy of this house and temporarily occupied it as a theater.

"Miss Vicky is a noble girl. It must be unspeakable to do such a thing. I am so useless to make her a weak woman suffer so much." Bobby fell into deep self-blame.

"There are usually no people in the afternoon show, but the leader still insists on having two shows a day." Mara introduced to Mag.

"Well, it's good to practice a lot." McGonagall nodded, looking across the empty opera house? His eyes fell on Pascal and Bobby who entered the theater successively.

"Father? Isn't that the head of the opera troupe who slept well last time?" Amy whispered.

"Yes." Mag also showed a bit of a smile. He also remembered the one who walked in front? It was the head of the opera troupe they went to for the first time.

If I remember correctly? It's called the Marca Opera Troupe, and the actors' level is quite amateur? The performance is serious, and the singing makes people fall asleep.

The only thing worthy of praise is that it is indeed a good sleep.

If you must ask him to give a viewing guide? That is: please bring your own quilt and pillow.

Speaking of which? This should be regarded as a competitor of the Black Cat Opera Troupe. Why did he appear here? Is he here to mess things up?

Mag took another look at the handsome man who was following behind. He heard the whispered conversation between the two earlier? Looks like this? This is the right one.

As the behind-the-scenes shareholder of the Black Cat Opera Troupe, McGonagall sat down and prepared to watch the show.

Just kidding, Miss Black Cat is not some kind of kitty who can be slaughtered by others, who can lead a group of old and weak women and children to the bottom of the rivers and lakes? That can be bullied casually.

In contrast, that son-in-law looks really weak.

Pascal walked to the front of the stage, looked around, saw no one, and went straight to the backstage.

Boka found a seat in the front row and sat down.

The expression is calm? But the right leg that shakes slightly unconsciously? It reveals his inner uneasiness.

"This friend? This is the backstage... You bastard! What are you doing again!" Pascal just lifted the curtain, and there was an angry roar from behind.

Pascal's hands trembled, the curtain fell, and he couldn't help but took two steps back.

"This leader's rank is not very good." Mag frowned slightly, and was shocked by a young general from our side.

The curtain was raised again, and Uncle Ibaka, who was wearing a black costume, stepped out and looked at Pascal with an aura of calmness and prestige.

Uncle Ibaka plays Miss Black Cat's father, a rich and powerful gentleman, in the opera of Miss Black Cat.

Ibaka, who entered the scene in a second, went to this station, and Pascal was so overwhelmed that he didn't dare to answer for a while.

"Who is this man?" Boka also looked carefully at Ibaka. This man was dressed in a fine attire, and his brows were majestic, even more majestic than his father.

"You...you are the actor who played the master?!" Pascal looked at it for a while before he recognized Ibaka's identity. While he felt it was funny, he was a little annoyed at the same time. Bluffed.

"Heh, where did you come from, you don't even look at where this is, and you are allowed to be presumptuous here." At this time, another voice full of air came from behind the curtain, a man dressed in luxurious clothes and elegant makeup The woman came out from behind the opened curtain, looked at Pascal coldly and reprimanded him.

Pascal shrank his neck in fright at the scolding, even if it was the wife of the official's family, he might not have such a posture, so he couldn't help but carefully sized him up again.

Although the Marca Opera House has not been stagnant, he has seen a lot of people from the upper class, and he is still somewhat sensitive to the clothes of the rich. This woman's clothes are more imposing than many ladies. How expensive.

"Hey, the actors have all changed into new clothes today." An old man next to him said with a smile.

Only then did Pascal come to his senses, this is not a lady of honor, but an actor who is used to acting as a lady of honor, and put on the clothes of a lady of honor.

Unexpectedly, he was bluffed by two actors one after another, Pascal couldn't help being angry, and said angrily, "You...you get away from me!"

"Climb away? Heh..." A sneer of contempt rang out, the curtain was lifted, and Vicki walked out, looked at Pascal and said coldly, "What are you?"

The petite Vicky stood in the center of the actors, but it was difficult to hide her sharpness.

That contemptuous gaze was even more like that of a young lady standing on a cloud, looking down at the rotten fish and stinky shrimps on the ground.

It's like... the eldest lady is here! that feeling. 8)