Chapter 684: Chapter 490, Eye of Thunder Spirit_1
Colney Grand Theater.
Oh…my dear.
You might suspect that stars are torches.
You might suspect the sun changes position.
You might suspect that truth is a lie.
But my love has never changed.
On the stage, the male actor holds the female actress’s hand, looking deeply into each other’s eyes, reciting their lines aloud.
Below the stage, the auditorium is filled with ladies and socialites.
They are eagerly watching the new play introduced by the theater.
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The middle of the auditorium is the best place to watch.
Rebecca and a similarly beautiful woman sit side by side, attentively watching the most recent program at the grand theater.
The beautiful woman’s name is Olivia, a deeply rooted noble in Silver Wing City.
In her youth, she married Dordy, the leader of the Hall of Justice.
Rebecca met her when they were younger, and though all these years Rebecca has been pressured by various forces, Olivia has not spoken on her behalf.
But maintaining their close relationship, appearing together in public, is already a kind of statement.
“Why, the cosmetics from Fairy Dream Tower? I’ve never seen you use these things,” Olivia whispers.
Rebecca’s gaze remains on the stage. “I heard that the stuff from Fairy Dream Tower is good, so I just bought it to try.”
“Really? It wasn’t your young husband who gave it to you?” Olivia tilts her head, looking at Rebecca’s face.
Her red lips are glamorous, and she wears a simple eyeshadow, which makes her already beautiful face dazzle even more.
“That’s none of your business.” Rebecca gives her a glance.
“See, I told you; I knew you wouldn’t notice Fairy Dream Tower on your own. It was him who bought it for you, wasn’t it? You even used it, seems like you fancy him quite a bit.” Olivia’s face is filled with joy at discovering something new.
Rebecca does not refute her; she simply watches the performance on stage seriously.
Olivia doesn’t continue either, and the scene is calm for a long while.
It’s only when the second act begins that she continues. “The church hasn’t done much in recent years. They hardly care about cities harassed by the undead lately, focusing on seizing power instead. You really don’t need to be so stubborn about this, maintaining your own position is enough.”
When Olivia says this, she is clearly sharing information with her friend.
If Rebecca disagrees with the Federation’s decision to seize power, her position will be in jeopardy.
After all these years, her position has been precarious. It seems that she holds great power, but in reality, it’s unstable.
“What does your husband say?” Rebecca asks quietly.
Olivia doesn’t answer, and there is silence for a while.
When she speaks again, she has changed the conversation. “You know about the transmigrators, right? A lot of the new plays in this theater are provided by them, all of them pretty interesting.”
“Mmm,” Rebecca answers. She didn’t press for more information.
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Chinatown.
Unable to resist the constant nagging, Fang Hao took Anjia, Lorrey, and Demitrija out of their residence to Chinatown.
This iconic name lets one know its meaning immediately.
Chinatown is not as large as a commercial street, but it’s particularly lively.
All kinds of snacks with Oriental characteristics and some strange and bizarre items can be seen here.
They fill the entire street.
There are many transmigrators, some who develop forces and build their own cities.
There are also no small number of people who give up their cities and bring materials into the city for a comfortable life.
Each person’s opportunity is different, as are their choices.
At a barbecue stand.
The owner is a tall thin middle-aged man, he wears a Xinjiang cap and speaks with a southern accent.
While grilling kebabs, he chats with Fang Hao.
“How’s business? Can these people eat barbecue?”
As the owner flips the skewers, he says, “It’s alright, you’ll always make something when you set up a stall, and it’s just enough to get by.”
“More than just getting by. You must earn quite a bit!”
“Forget it, I think you’re the impressive one, you’ve got two heroes at your side. Looks like your territory is developing well. Unlike us, who’ve lost our city and can only wake up early and return late to make ends meet.”
Fang Hao glances at the heroes beside him and answers, “Oh, I came with my city lord. These are all his guards.”
Realizing, the owner understands.
Recently, a large number of outlanders have gathered in the city, all of them attending the Federal Conference.
And Fang Hao should have come with his city lord.
“That’s not bad then, in this world, as long as you can live and eat enough, that’s enough. Don’t think too much.”
“Yeah, by the way, boss, I just got here and I don’t know much about this place. What do you think, who holds the power in this city?” Fang Hao continues.
The owner is taken aback, looks around warily to see no one nearby.
He lowers his voice, “The Silver Wing City power distribution is quite complicated, with three major influences.”
“Three?”
Fang Hao had heard from Rebecca that there were only the Hall of Justice and the Church of Light!
How did a third one come up?
“The Hall of Justice, the Church, and the Mage’s Association,” the owner adjusts his round hat and says.
“Mages? There are mages in this city?” Fang Hao becomes even more curious.
“Of course, they say this Mages’ Association holds significant influence. They also serve as the Magic Regulatory Agency, overseeing all mages. Anyway, you’d better not provoke them.” The owner continues to explain.
The path of the mage is even harder to tread.