Capítulo 1133: Chapter 1131: Ancient Artifact Exchange eting
“Alright, I’m not going to hold it against you for sneaking a taste, just go do what you need to do.” Richard waved at Pandora, “I’m also planning to step out for a bit, I’ll be back soon. In the anti, keep an eye on the house.”
“Okay.” Pandora nodded obediently, ready to leave the main laboratory. As she reached the door, she paused, thinking of sothing, and turned to ask, “By the way, Richard, are you going to that weekly eting again?”
“Yes.”
“Then could you ask if anyone is selling sothing very sturdy, that can be used as a weapon, like Tin Wood?” Pandora asked with a hint of expectation, “Now that Tin Wood is gone, I have a feeling there’s no better weapon than it.”
“You an you want another Immortal Species as your weapon?” Richard’s expression was a bit odd.
“If possible, of course, that would be best.” Pandora said seriously.
“But don’t you know why Tin Wood had to leave?” Richard exhaled.
“Weren’t you the one who arranged for it to go to the forest for labor reform, using ‘labor points’ to exchange for contract terms?” Pandora looked slightly puzzled.
“No, that’s just one reason.” Richard shook his head, explaining, “The other reason is that you’re so strong, even though Tin Wood repeatedly strengthened its body, it still felt that sooner or later it would be broken in your hands.”
Pandora couldn’t help but widen her eyes, thinking for a mont, she said, “So, you’re saying I need an even stronger Immortal Species to serve as a weapon to et my needs.”
“No, what I’m saying is, it would be difficult to find anything suitable for you as a weapon in the whole world, let alone in a small city like Farlo, so don’t set your expectations too high.”
Pandora: “…”
Richard: “Alright, I’m off, just take good care of the house. If possible, I might bring you back a pretty lousy weapon for the ti being, just to make do.”
Pandora waved listlessly, “Oh, okay…” She pushed the door open and left.
Richard watched, shook his head slightly, and also followed out the door.
…
In the morning, in Farlo City.
A four-wheeled carriage was speeding along the roads within the city, its wheels rolling over the cobbled ground with a “rumble.” Ultimately, under the skilled control of the coachman, the carriage ca to a steady halt in front of a tall building.
This was a shell-shaped building, one of the more renowned theaters in Farlo City, known as the Sedon Opera House.
The Sedon Opera House stood tens of ters tall. Unlike ordinary theaters that set different seating areas and private boxes in a theater hall for maximum profit, it was directly divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower.
The lower level was specifically open to the general public. In several ordinarily decorated, large theater halls, the current popular dramas, operas, or other entertainnt programs would be perford in rotation, making it a popular place for many ordinary citizens to entertain themselves during their free ti.
The middle level was much smaller than the lower level, with only a dozen or so smaller theater halls, usually rented out for noble performances or hired out for group gatherings, etings, etc.
As for the upper level, it was even smaller, with only three theater halls, ant for wealthy nobles and other select few who could afford it. Compared to the middle level theater halls, the only standout feature of the upper level was more luxurious décor, with prices more than doubling, offering low cost-effectiveness.
That said, low cost-effectiveness could also be seen as a rit by so, signaling status—it’s not about the best, but the most expensive.
“Tap, tap, tap…”
Richard, taking steps, walked into the opera house and quickly went up to the third floor through a designated passageway.
The entire third floor was laid with clean red carpet. Walking on it, you couldn’t hear a sound, as if the whole world quieted down.
Richard walked along the corridor, past one male attendant after another, until he reached the end. He reached out to push open a reddish-brown wooden door and walked into a theater hall occupying over 200 square ters, with a gold-thed décor—this was the Golden City Theater Hall.
The Golden City Theater Hall was not very large, with nearly half of its area taken up by the stage, leaving the rest for the seating area. Scattered among the seating area were over thirty soft sofa seats.
At this mont, over a dozen people of varying ages and dress were seated in these seats, with so closing their eyes to rest, so dozing off, and others watching the performance on the stage with interest.
Richard glanced briefly and sat down in a back-row seat, directing his gaze at the stage. After watching for a bit, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, realizing the program was rather complex today.
One by one, actors kept appearing on stage, each with a different and rather unconventional look, as if the playwright wanted to challenge the current mainstream theatrical norms. For example: a dark-skinned princess, a frail prince with only one eye, a lancholic king prone to tears, a tall and handso palace guard, and a wise queen.
The plot advanced rapidly, and after more than twenty minutes, the program reached its conclusion: the princess stabbed the prince to death and then jumped to her own death, the king went mad and was bled to death by a doctor. The queen coveted the handso guard and attempted to embrace him as the new king. However, at the new king’s coronation ceremony, an unprecedented earthquake struck the entire country, leaving everyone dead.
Richard watched quietly, exhibiting a peculiar expression.
In the front row, center, an elder seed very pleased, and as soon as the program ended, began applauding, liberally praising it, and in the anti, waking those who had closed their eyes to rest or were dozing off.
This elder could be seen wearing a high, black bowler hat and a tailored suit with four pockets—it was the most popular style in Farlo City, sowhat reminiscent of a suit on Earth. Additionally, the elder wore a golden monocle, holding a silver Civilized Cane in hand, exuding classic genteel elegance, and with a noble air that even surpassed that of the nobility, inspiring a certain amount of respect.
“Clap! Clap!”
Amidst the elder’s applause, the “dead” actors on stage took their bows and exited, while everyone seated in the hall gradually regained their awareness.
The elder stood up with the Civilized Cane, casting a look across the room. He took a pocket watch on a gold chain out of his jacket pocket, checked it, and spoke with a smile: “Alright, gentlen, it seems that everyone who could co has arrived, and those who couldn’t attend are presumably delayed by sothing. Let’s not wait any longer. So, shall we comnce the weekly exchange eting?”
“Yes.”
“Sure.”
“Agreed.”
Sporadic voices of assent arose, and the decision was swiftly reached.
“Good.” The elder, receiving the response, adjusted his expression, raised the Civilized Cane, grasped its midpoint, and gestured towards a Soma Alliance-style soft sofa he had been sitting in. Without any visible change, the soft sofa, under so mysterious control, spun quickly, turning 180 degrees from facing away to facing the people.
The elder sat down, showing a serious expression, declaring word for word: “Very well, this Ancient Artifact Exchange eting is officially underway!”
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