Trafford’s Trading Club
Chapter 1268 Songwriter
“Attention, please! Attention, please! Due to an orbital malfunction, Stars Europe will be suspended from now on. Travelers who have purchased tickets are invited to…"
“Attention, please...”
All of a sudden, they were in a mess —— in the waiting hall at the train station.
How did that happen?
The Orc Girl looked amazingly at the mobile translation software and frowned when she was about to log in to the Star of Europe in an ‘extra’ way, an updated translation of station information.
“Sister, what happened? ”
The Orc Girl didn't speak, she just put a hood on Olga and dragged him to a deserted place, explaining what was happening.
“Fault?” Olga was quite surprised to learn the reason - he could barely understand English but could see the time on the electronic clock everywhere, “then we...”
“I'll see if there's another route. Don't worry, there's a way.” The Orc Girl softly comforts, "Big deal is, when the repair is done, this route won't stay out of the way, maybe tomorrow. ”
That said, but in the face of the hunter, in this exotic country, she feels quite dangerous for another day... another route? Beyond this submarine tunnel across the ocean, where else could there be?
By boat... she doesn't want to take the boat anymore.
Not only because of the shadow of being caught by the Orc traffickers, but also because of instinctive fear of the sea - an Orc who can't swim and is afraid of the water.
As for the plane… it is clear that getting on the plane is not convenient to smuggle trains.
“Let's get out of here...”
Thinking about it, the Orc Girl dragged Olga away from the train station while the passengers were in chaos.
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Her Majesty's Theatre, Her Majesty's Room.
“... okay, I get it.” Dropping off the phone, Lancelot came to Her Majesty's side and looked at the queen, who seemed distracted at the moment, and said: "With the call of Mr. Pupkins, the knighthood agencies everywhere have succeeded in apprehending all the members of the 'myth of the end' on the list of attacks drawn from Red's mouth. And because of the early deployment, there was only one serious injury and four minor injuries in the operation. ”
“Oh... so good.” Though distracted, Her Majesty has apparently received this message, and she is relieved and smiles: “Thank you, once again, for saving our country. ”
For Her Majesty, while today's regime does not allow her to possess the powers that a monarch should have, it is clear that she does not wish to be a monarch to be blackmailed and eventually divided, thus leaving a stigma.
“I should commend the man who succeeded in catching Red, Lancelot, right?” Her Majesty seemed to be in a much better mood, with more smiles.
“Perhaps it would be more appropriate for you to negotiate with Mr. Pupkins.” Although almost all members of the 'myth of the end' operating in our territory were arrested this time, intelligence suggests that the leader of the organization, as well as several other key cadres, did not appear, so this may not be over. ”
Her Majesty seemed to recall the past and slowly combed her pet hair, while slowly saying, "I've seen many so-called revolutionary parties, underground organizations in my life… they all share a common feature, you know? ”
She glanced at Lancelot, whose face had not changed much, and laughed: "That is, they all valued their peers. If Mr. Pupkins and the heads of the other knighthood agencies are smart, perhaps they can try to execute these mobs who have been captured publicly...”
Lancelot opened her mouth slightly… she was close to protecting each other, almost two years later.
Most of the time, the queen is the image of affection… the image the nation needs.
Even her, for so long, the queen is mostly indignant, like a noble woman who doesn't understand anything and doesn't want to care about anything anymore.
But after all, have you been baptized by war and are you still the longest queen in the world...
“Oops, the show finally started.” Her Majesty suddenly took up her glasses with pleasure at this moment, "she finally waited. ”
She seemed reluctant to continue with the previous topic, and her interest had been tempted by the slow rise of the curtain.
Lancelot followed the queen's gaze and looked down onto the stage, while his subconscious swept elsewhere, without seeing the mysterious men and women.
Behind Her Majesty's back, Lancelot pulled out the metal rose, if anything.
At this time, it is quiet around, on stage, in the dark light, accompanied by the rise of the curtain, the sound of a low preamble and a slow sounding:
“Fragrant Princess Tulando, with peach blossoms, frozen. Prince Wang Sun asked for a phoenix. He looked drunk and loved beauty.” A single woman with a heart of iron, three difficult questions, a slaughter knife flashing cold...
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Unlike the sounds of the stories of the bronze tubes, the voices, and the symphony orchestra playing on stage, the back of the stage is much more chaotic.
Whether it's an actor getting ready to go on stage, an actor just getting off the stage busy changing clothes, or an employee in charge of props, a backstage commander… everyone is in an atmosphere of urgency and tension.
With the development of the plot, it is clear that there is an increasing number of places to be taken into account.
“Caesar! Who can tell me where Caesar is? He'll be here soon! Can anyone tell me if there's a missing male lead? ”
The troupe's experience is like an ant in a hot pot -- not to mention the fact that, normally, when he can't find an actor on the scene, he jumps like a thunderbolt, not to mention the most important male lead character? Besides, Her Majesty the Queen of Great Britain is even here today... and if something goes wrong, he doesn't have to be the manager.
“Didn't you see? Why don't you go and get them back!!” Thunder's troupe manager was angry: “Three minutes! I only give him 3 minutes, if he can't get it back, he won't come back!! Pastor, get ready. If Caesar doesn't show up in three minutes, you take his place! Tonight you will be the hero! ”
Temporarily changing people, and also the most important male lead in the play, which is probably just a little better than screwing up the show... the manager of the troupe kicked quite ungracefully on the hanger of the prop costume, “Go find it!!! ”
……
Failed.
Failed.
Bang out.
Failed…
On the screen of the phone is a brushed message… From, all under the same name: Dobbs.
The man was always silent —— he was wearing a set of ancient Chinese costumes with a lot of Western elements.
Caesar… the actor of Cavra, the male lead of the Tulando troupe.
He's not the only one here, there's another old man in the same costume —— as the actor of Prince Karaf's father in the play.
“Caesar, Dobbs' intelligence is not going to go wrong… we really failed this whole operation.” The old man's face is heavy, "indeed, the knighthood has broken Red's mouth! They already know everything about us! How the hell did they pry Red's mouth in such a short time? That's the guy who keeps secrets even if he dies! ”
He with linen hair... Caesar put on his hat slowly, and he even prepared his makeup in the mirror, "Prepare for the last time, the performance will continue. ”
“Caesar! Most of our companions have been captured by the knighthood! They don't always keep their mouths shut... you see, even Red got his mouth ripped open! Our whereabouts may have been leaked… retreat, Caesar! We can also build up our strength and wait for the next opportunity. ”
He had finished his makeup and stood up, "Judas, do you... do you know why the Queen came to this theater today? ”
“You... you did the backhand? ”
In the surprise of the old man, Caesar opened the door and walked out.
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On the side of the stage, three minutes had passed, and even in the rage of the troupe manager, another minute had been dragged away.
“There's nothing we can do! Pastor, you're in! Don't screw up the show, or I'll blow your ass with a stick! ”
Young man… the substitute looks like a bitter melon after the salt powder is squeezed - he was even pushed behind the back of the troupe manager.
“Wait… Caesar is here! Oh, my God, he's in! ”
This is not the Metropolitan version of Tulando, so there is no such tactic as "The Sea of Man" … but there are quite a few actors on the stage.
The lights, moving to the center of the stage, a handsome man, slowly walking down the stairs erected on the stage… he became the focus of everyone's eyes.
The music, under the conductor's knocking stick, starts playing -- this is the first act of Prince Karaf's appearance, about Prince Karaf's unexpected reunion with his old father in the royal city.
Under the bright lights, His Royal Highness sang slowly at this moment with a low and then high voice:
Disappear, night!
- The stars go down, the stars go down!
- I will win at dawn!
- I will win!
- I will win!
The pipe stopped, and the conductor's baton was also rated in the air at this time, as if it was difficult to swing… the whole band played, so it stopped.
In the surprise of the audience, there was only the solo voice of the handsome man under the stage lights.
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“… is this the last part of 'No one sleeps tonight'? Is Caesar crazy?” The troupe manager seemed to have been struck by lightning, and everyone stood on the spot!
This guy, instead of following the script, sang the last few tracks!
He just feels the sky spinning... at this point he doesn't know how to deal with this sudden crisis, “Oh, my God, Pasture, knock me out with your stick! ”
“I... where's the stick?? ”
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“Lancelot, tell me, did I miss the previous chapter? If I'm not old enough, this should be the back track. ”
In the sitting room, Her Majesty the Surprised laid down her glasses and turned back somewhat vaguely - but met her guardian knight, who did not listen very carefully to the show.
She just looked silently at the metal rose on her hand, as if she was distracted.
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I don't know what to say.
Unlike the brief confusion of many audiences, in some corner of the theatre's popular seat, Mr. Lo blinked his eyes and turned to look at his maid, coldly asked: "You said... am I really not fit to go out and walk. ”
The maid had almost no expression, just a slight glance at the stage.
But at this point, around the stage, there is suddenly a lot of smoke… it is not a special effect smoke, but a substance that can be suddenly comatose after inhalation!
The front-line audience, inadvertently inhaled gas, fell into their seats —— that's when people started to freak out.
They rose in horror and shouted in horror - but not just below the stage, even at the vents around them, at a time when there was a coma in the air.
The audience collapsed… and the actors had passed out earlier on stage and naturally wrapped themselves around people on both sides of the stage.
At this time, only Prince Karaf's performer, and the old man, the father of the prince, stood among the many fallen.
He still sings:
- Destiny, uncertain as the moon, alternating voids;
- Evil life mixes misery and happiness;
- Poor and wealthy alike melt and die.
The wheel of horrible and void destiny, you spin ruthlessly, you are vicious and brutal, you destroy all happiness and good hopes, and the shadow overshadows you, and you defeat me.
When disaster strikes, my back is crushed ruthlessly by you.
Destiny destroys my health and will, relentlessly strikes, brutally pressures, enslaves my life.
- Do not hesitate at this moment;
For that warrior who has been defeated by destiny, let the strings ring and sing with me!
Stop.
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The sound echoed in the theater, and the fog slowly sank, then diluted in the air, gradually dissipating... Caesar softly appealed.
Suddenly, a clear round of applause sounded in the silent theatre at this moment.
Everyone should have fainted… The moment the applause sounded, whether Caesar or the old man around him, Jodas followed his applause with amazement.
The first level has to be on the staircase seat, in the crowd that slaps down, but they can see two more people, sitting in the seat at this time, awake...
The applause came from the hands of one of the sober young men… Rocciu.
It wasn't just the applause that attracted the singer on stage… Boss Lo's applause stopped for a while.
“Excuse me, what else? ”