Leipzig, Dove Opera House.
The overture ends with the orchestra playing and waiting for the audience to take their seats.
"Gentlemen and ladies! Our performance today is about to begin!"
Before the curtain opened, a man wearing a white dove mask on his face, tall and thin, with a strong voice The man, as loud and clear as a radio host, stood in the middle of the stage, spreading his arms diagonally upward.
It is as if you are praising the sun wholeheartedly, and as if you are embracing the night sky reflected from the top of the open-air theater.
Under the grand lights of Leipzig, the night sky is no longer pure black, but a chaotic color between deep blue and deep purple.
The audience in the audience was very polite - they did not cheer, but applauded enthusiastically.
The applause sounded endlessly. Even in the VIP room above, some faint sounds can still be heard.
The decoration mode of the White Dove Opera House is like a watch with a strange shape but missing hands.
In the dark space.
On the second floor, there are twelve large rooms protruding inward, among which the rooms at twelve o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, and nine o'clock are particularly huge. In addition, there are forty-eight smaller spherical rooms.
If someone can look down from above, they will find that the audience is dotted on the dial like diamonds one after another; and sixty VIP rooms make up the dial. The rest.
At this time, the honey badger was staying in the VIP room above.
The room she was in was a luxurious VIP room at six o'clock. Because the "meniscus" on the main stage is located in the range from ten o'clock to four o'clock, this is basically one of the best viewing positions.
The soft dark red carpet is as eye-catching as if it were soaked in blood.
The room was not as resplendent as Honey Badger thought - it was rather mysterious and low-key decorated in dark tones.
In the purple-black room that looks like the night sky, there are large amethysts dotted one after another. The strange pink light leached out from those amethysts... and the feeling that fell on the body was as gentle and ambiguous as a murmuring sigh.
The honey badger stood at the front of the room wearing a well-fitting butler's clothing and holding a half-full wine glass.
This is like a diving platform, the location farthest from the "shore". However, she did not feel any instability or shaking.
Almost all of the walls in the front half of the room are made of transparent glass. But according to the manager, the glass is one-way...you can see out from the inside, but you can't see inside from the outside.
The voices of the host and the first opera singer to take the stage could be clearly heard directly in the room; however, the voices of the audience were suppressed to the lowest level - if she was not an extraordinary person who has adapted to the path, she would not be able to hear it at all. It was impossible to detect any din other than the applause.
AndThere are two knobs near the wall, which can respectively adjust the one-way visibility of the glass and the sound emission in the auditorium.
Just as the honey badger was overlooking the entire opera house with an indifferent look that was almost indifferent, the crimson curtain opened.
Facing the stage and also at the nine o'clock position behind the auditorium, the foggy gray wall suddenly became clear.
I saw only a few human figures blurring out from the glass wall - they were several bodies clinging to the wall, ambiguously entangled together. The male figure stretched out his hand towards the wall, seemingly turning the knob... and then the glass became further transparent.
This was when the singer sang the opening song of the prologue, and the action in the room became intense simultaneously. The man used his hands to press one person's hands on the glass window from behind, and there were two other girls on his left and right sides clinging to him like an entanglement. The action in this scene seems to have a certain lens language, like another dazzling drama.
From the perspective of a singer, she can obviously see all this - but she does not have any abnormality at all. Instead, she smiles sweetly in that direction, and along with the elegant transposition, Like a deer, it jumped to the other side and disappeared behind the scenes.
Then, it was like an invitation, kicking off the extravagant and chaotic prelude——
Under the gaze of the honey badger, the VIP rooms in the other three directions They all also had their vision blocked in turn. Different plays were performed one after another like a show, and the lights in the sixty VIP rooms, which were like walls of fog, were turned on and off.
From the honey badger's perspective, it all seems as absurd as a fast-paced puppet show. Each room is like a window, and each window plays out a different drama of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
Some are the ecstasy of pleasure for both parties, some are the torture that the blood slave is suffering, some are showing the wonders of being bound, and some are the guests showing off their pride alone. The body... There are both men and women among these guests, and their blood slaves are also male and female, and their numbers and costumes are even more different. Almost every room only lights up briefly for a few seconds and then dims again, forming one fleeting but impressive afterimage after another.
Rather than watching the opera being sung on the stage, the distinguished guests seemed to prefer watching the "mime" performed by each other.
Under this strange scene, the opera singers could not panic or hesitate in the slightest. They have to act out everything perfectly, and they can't react to what they see - although they are wild to the point of madness, it's all theoretically secret.
Watching those rooms constantly light up and go out, like the signals of a lighthouse flickering on and off.
——Some viewers noticed all this, while others did not.
The honey badger, however, still stood at the front with a glass of red wine and an expressionless face.
"Mr..."
Of the two bunny girls brought in by "Mr. Ezio" before, the smaller one had the courage to come over.
The other one realized that the honey badger was in a bad mood, so he hid behind the smaller one.
One call did not make the honey badger turn its head, so she called again with a slightly louder voice: "Mr. Ezio..."
The honey badger turned back and looked indifferent. He looked at the two girls with his eyes.
At some point, they had washed their bodies and put on another set of clothes - although they were also bunny girl clothes, this set did not cover any key parts.
They exude the fragrance of fruit and a light aroma of wine, and their skin shows a beautiful pink color.
"Mr. Ezio, is this dress okay? Do you need to change it?"
The girl murmured softly.
She looked outside with some worry and asked: "We don't need to turn on the visual here?"
"Is this usually necessary?"
The honey badger glanced at her and asked.
That sharp, knife-like gaze made the girl shiver involuntarily - she had never seen such a sharp gaze. It doesn’t look like you want to cut off the clothes from your body, but like you want to peel off the skin from your body...
"This is probably...to confirm each other's identity. The atmosphere in Leipzig is about sharing and People who are open and too selfish will be rejected by others."
The older girl saw that her companion was silent, so she had to answer in a low voice: "So, it's best..."
"That's it."
The honey badger simply replied.
Suddenly, she suddenly threw the wine glass she was holding tightly in her hand and smashed it against the wall.
The glass wall was surprisingly not broken. In other words, the honey badger's delicate force caused the glass to shatter all over the floor, but not a single piece of broken glass hurt the girl, nor did the wall suffer any damage.
The blood-red wine was spilled directly on the glass, briefly hanging on the wall and forming a gorgeous painting.
The sound of the glass breaking suddenly frightened the two girls - the smaller one's legs gave way and fell to the ground, and the older one was pulled by her. Half-kneeling on the ground
The honey badger just pulled his tie a little crookedly, and then directly unscrewed the visualization.
She reached out and brushed the bright red wine on the wall, smeared it on the glass wall and drew a bloody handprint, and slowly tightened her hand.
She maintained her deathly cold eyes and expression, standing at the front with her chest raised and her head raised. Behind her were two girls who were half-kneeling and sitting on the ground, their eyes blank.
The murderous intention without any distracting thoughts made her silent and serious middle-aged man show a somewhat dangerous but rational charm.
The evidence is that after this - several of the female guests in the VIP room openedVisualize the wall of the private room, blow a kiss boldly in this direction or show off your figure.
The honey badger did not avert his gaze, but carefully looked at everyone who invited him - and saw the bright red light shining in the eyes of every such female guest.
After she remembered all the faces of these children of the moon, she finally nodded.
She tilted her head slightly with an expressionless and stern expression, and licked the remaining red wine on her hand, indicating that one day she would drink all their blood. Then, the honey badger reached out and turned the visualization knob back to off.
"Is this... the White Dove Opera House?"
The honey badger murmured in a low voice: "It is really not suitable... to let the "eldest lady" come Here. I must use my life to be responsible for her purity."
The middle-aged man's solemn and killer voice made the honey badger look like a stern man at this moment. housekeeper.
"...Not really."
The slightly older bunny girl responded.
She said in a low voice: "It doesn't necessarily have to have that kind of service... After all, our place is mainly about guests. If the eldest lady comes to play, it doesn't necessarily need a boy... We can also serve. Or there are options to simply satisfy the "satisfaction", or even entertainment such as playing cards or chess...
"...And among us, In addition to those who understand these, there are also those who understand music, painting, and performance. Those opera singers would come here occasionally to work part-time. Recently, the earl has also recruited a group of extraordinary masters who understand politics, economics, literature, as well as alchemy, demonology and necromancy... who can talk to guests about too serious topics. "
...The Earl of Leipzig was quite considerate, and he didn’t know what he had gone through.
The honey badger shook his head silently.
She knew, These people regard themselves as the kind of "paternalistic housekeeper"
But in fact, the honey badger refers to the true identity of "Miss Aleister"
A. The fiancé of Isabel, the "Iron Queen" of Wallonia, and the rumored girlfriend of the current pope of the Theocracy. No matter what, she cannot appear in such a chaotic and depraved place. The dangers and variables this brings are too great.
The honey badger turned around and sat on the soft sofa.
She took the wine from the girls, took another bite of the fruit fed by the girl, and then asked. Said: "How long have you been here? "
The older one consciously stood behind her and gave her a gentle massage, while the smaller one skillfully got into her arms.
"This Questions are generally not allowed. "
The slightly younger girl said: "But you are a VIP, so it doesn't matter - I will be here for about half a year. "
"...Have you already adapted to this environment in just half a year?"
"Because of the kisses from the Moon Son adults."
The girl whispered softly As he spoke, he opened his collar, pulled Honey Badger's hand in, and showed off the hot "hickey" on his chest. You can't see it from the outside because it's covered in clothing.
"Once kissed...the body can no longer live without blood. This is a poison more poisonous than any other poison."
The honey badger narrowed his eyes slightly, The murderous intention towards the Moon Child became even stronger.
"Then have you ever thought about it," Honey Badger asked casually, "What are you going to do next..."
"After that..."
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The girl paused, with a beautiful light of hope on her face: "If possible, I hope to be adopted home by a Moon Child."
"...Is it just that? ?"
"This is already a luxury for us."
The older girl replied softly: "We are all dead...can live. It's a blessing to be down."
"Dead people?"
The honey badger was stunned for a moment and asked.
The slightly older girl looked to be about 20 or 30 years old. It was still possible for her to commit any capital crime at this age.
And that girl... looks less than twenty years old. Why did she become a "dead person" at her age?
"Money."
The little girl replied simply: "Because the family has no money - the family's debt has reached a level that cannot be paid off no matter what. So we We can only come here... The Earl of Leipzig is a very nice person and will give the family a large amount of money as "employee placement fee" "...Is this human trafficking?"
The honey badger murmured: "Isn't this the slave trade during the empire?"
"No, we are all voluntary."
The older bunny girl was serious Said: "At least here, we can maintain a safe and decent life... This is a job for us. It is better than death, let alone being able to save our families.
" No one is forcing us to go down this road... and no matter how big our debt is, the Count of Leipzig will at least help us write it off. We were not sold here by family members. The Earl would not accept such a person. We all volunteer...it's just a very dangerous job and it's hard to get home. "
...Is this the desire for dedication?
The honey badger's heart moved, and she vaguely realized something.
Through this method, people will come to apply for the job. Blood slaves are at least "good people" with a desire to contribute...
At this moment, the honey badger suddenly heard a scream.
She frowned slightly, picked up the girl in his arms and walked directly to the front.
She saw chaos in the auditorium - she followed the audience's gaze and quickly found the source of the chaos.
That is one of the VIP seats on the second floor, the VIP seat at three o'clock.
The visibility knob there is turned to maximum.
And the broken corpses were scattered all over the ground.
Blood flowed along the glass to the outside.
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