Chapter 530

The curtain of Queen Street rose and fell, and tonight's night was thicker than usual. The fog on the Running River not only moistened the pedestrians' hat brims but also moistened the pedestrians' eye sockets.

The entrance of the Prince Prince Kelin Grand Theater.

The crowd leaving the theater did not disperse, and many people stood under the dim yellow halo of the gas street lamps, saying goodbye to the companions who watched the performance together.

At the street corner, a young couple hugged tightly.

The girl's shoulders trembled slightly, and her swollen eye sockets were filled with water mist; that was the tears shed for "Eloise."

The boy patted her shoulder and comforted her softly, telling her that the things on the stage were not true, and such things would not happen in Lei Ming City.

And the girl suddenly raised her head, with fragmented street lights reflected in her eyes.

"If one day... we also encounter that kind of thing, please take me away from there."

Her voice carried a heavy nasal sound, as well as suppressed sobbing, and sincere emotion.

"I don't care if the bell rings for us, nor do I care about whose blessings, I only care about you."

That was the words Eloise didn't say, but she believed that must be her heart's voice... that was something that didn't need lines to express.

The boy was silent for a while.

He didn't say any more words that spoiled the mood like "that's just a stage" or "nobles couldn't look down on us."

He just stretched out his rough index finger, wiped away the tears that hadn't dried on the girl's cheeks, and looked at the eyes he cherished most and said.

"Leona, I'm the same, I don't care if the bell rings, I only care about you."

"If someone wants to snatch you away from my side, I won't try to beg anyone for forgiveness... please remember to put a bunch of flowers on my tombstone."

He didn't have much money.

But if it was for his beloved girl, he was willing to pick up a gun to protect their home.

That deep confession surpassed all the gorgeous performances on the stage, and the two kissed tightly, and no one could separate them.

The most brilliant "seduction" is often not sweet words, but words from the heart.

Many people with resonance tonight were immersed in their own gentle town.

In the entire Demon Capital, I'm afraid you can't find such an outstanding succubus...

The next morning, Lei Ming City woke up very early.

Or rather, this city didn't sleep at all last night.

Before the crisp peddling sound of the newspaper boys could wake up the sleeping people, a long line had already formed in front of the ticket office of the Prince Prince Kelin Grand Theater.

Everyone had heard of that miraculous performance, and the fame of the Iris Theater Troupe had been completely hit by the two fictional names, Eloise and Ma Xiu.

Now the whole city had heard the "bell" ringing in the theater, and the winding queue even covered half of Queen Street!

"By Saint Xisi, don't these guys have to work?" Horace, who was in the crowd, was almost squeezed into a peanut.

Looking at the endless queue, he couldn't help but complain.

"The parliament should legislate to let people queue at home, make appointments by letter, at least not wander on the street during working hours like this!"

It was clear that they had asked for leave!

"Enough, Horace! Stop talking about your useless title."

His wife standing beside him was also complaining.

From those protruding cheekbones, one could tell that she had worried a lot for this family, and several young children all relied on her concern.

"... By Saint Xisi, you are already a councilor, can't you think of a way for our family? For example, please Prince Prince Prince Kelin?"

Hearing his wife's sarcasm, Horace's expression was a bit awkward.

He could see Saint Xisi's stone statue every day, but he really couldn't see Prince Prince Prince Kelin, unless one day Prince Prince Prince Kelin had a whim to make a statue.

But even if he really saw that adult one day, he would definitely not ask Prince Prince Prince Kelin for help for such a small matter.

That would be so fresh; Prince Prince Prince Kelin letting his secretary help buy a ticket... it's possible to buy a boat ticket to send him to the sea.

At this time, his youngest son raised his head, pointed to the notice board under the poster, and said timidly.

"Dad, there is a VIP channel that doesn't need to queue, and VIP boxes also don't need to queue."

Horace's eyes lit up, and he put his hand on the child's head and squatted down.

"Oh, my little Horace, when did you learn to recognize so many words... tell Dad, how much is one ticket?"

"100 silver pounds."

How much?!

Hearing that crisp and pleasant sound, Horace subconsciously shivered, and his thick palm subconsciously moved from the child's head to his shoulder.

He also stood up.

"Oh... my little Horace, that's really not a small amount. If it's the 8:00 PM show, the stage play performed by Miss Qiqi herself, I can consider buying one for our whole family."

Although the stage play during the day was still performed by the "Iris" troupe, the "Qiqi" and "Little Eagle" who shocked the whole city last night would not appear in every stage play.

After all, people's physical strength is limited, even violinists will change people, let alone the young man and girl jumping on the stage?

The theaters of the entire Os Continent are like this.

Moreover, the ticket prices for hot sessions will also rise with the tide. If it was the play performed by "Eloise" herself, 100 silver pounds definitely couldn't buy the box seat the Baron sat in.

At least don't even think about it before her popularity passes.

However, Councilor Horace still had to emphasize again that he didn't lack these 100 silver pounds, he had plenty of money, he just wanted to spend every 1 silver pound on the blade.

This is why he didn't have a noble title, but was so rich.

Several children looked at each other, and the older child muttered in a low voice.

"But I saw Councilor Dibike go in..."

Horace smiled and patted his shoulder too.

"I know, but your father is different from that kind of guy, we want to stand with the crowd that supports us!"

His wife standing behind Horace looked at this man dumbfounded, as if she had just met her husband today.

By Saint Xisi...

She had never seen anyone who could be so shameless!

Citizens wearing all kinds of clothes queued in a long line, just like the citizens waiting for relief in the Twilight City.

However, they were ultimately different.

Those well-dressed Lei Ming City citizens didn't receive bread for survival from the ticket seller, but "spiritual food."

These tickets had cheap standing tickets for five copper coins, and also VIP boxes that cost hundreds of silver pounds to enter.

However, no matter how much the ticket cost, it was exchanged with their sweat, not the ticket seller's or Prince Prince Prince Kelin's grace, to exchange for another person's sweat.

At the same time, this magnificent theater was also different from Xisi's Summer Palace, and the "Bell" on the stage was willing to ring for every audience member.

Councilor Dibike sat in the box the Baron sat in yesterday, and the stingy Mr. Horace finally squeezed into the theater.

He and his wife each held a child in their arms, and also pulled the biggest one, standing in the back row of the theater.

Seeing this acquaintance from the crowd, Councilor Dibike sitting high up spat lightly, cursing in his heart that this show-off guy was truly shameless and hypocritical.

Others don't have that 100 silver pounds, don't you have it too?

Pretending to be cool!

The sensible people clearly didn't buy this, but it was a pity that in Lei Ming City in 1054 of the Os calendar, there were too few sensible people.

At least the sensible people in this theater were far from catching up with the film set named "Third Estate" upstream of the Running River.

Including Councilor Dibike, not a single person saw that this guy who was abstract to the extreme was actually buying a standing ticket because he was stingy!

Buying people's hearts?

Hahaha, Horace's staff is not here today, he took his family out to play while everyone was at work, not so smart.

Interestingly, not only did Councilor Dibike recognize this guy, but several dock workers who also bought standing tickets to watch the fun also recognized his face.

They had seen him in the newspaper, although not in the headline position, but the sentence printed in the newspaper did indeed move them.

"... This city doesn't just belong to decent people, but also to those who are not decent enough."

This was Mr. Horace's speech in the parliament.

Not just talking about it.

It is said that the technical school opened in Princess Ailin's new industrial zone was also his idea, and he even donated an old loom.

Even though that machine was already broken at the time, the principal and teachers of the technical school spent a lot of time to fix it.

Although there were many factory owners in Lei Ming City, he was probably the first and currently the only factory owner willing to invest in the future of the poor.

After all, Lei Ming City really had his "shares."

They whispered for a while, not believing they could see this noble gentleman here, so they bet on tonight's beer.

In order to decide who would treat tonight's wine, a guy with a bit of courage walked over, made a surprised look, and stretched out his right hand.

"Hey, I seem to know you, you are... that... uh..."

"Horace!"

Taking a hand from the child, Horace smiled and shook the hand full of calluses, not minding at all that he didn't know his name, and shook it hard.

"What do you call yourself?"

"Joe, Joey." The man who was as strong as a chimney answered stutteringly, clearly not expecting that Mr. Horace not only responded to him but also held his hand and spoke.

By Saint Xisi... he just wanted to confirm if this guy was enough.

And the guys not far away were waving their fists in excitement, some were annoyed and took off their hats, no need to guess who lost money.

"Joe? Hahaha, what a good name, I wish you a pleasant day."

Horace, who left this sentence, took the time to wink at his shy son.

He didn't care about this guy who smelled of fish, he just wanted to prove to his son that he didn't lie just now.

Look.

Little Horace.

Your dad is not for saving money.

It's for people's support!

Not expecting such a noble big shot to shake hands with himself, Joey's cheeks were as red as the boiler in the steel factory, and for a while, he didn't know what to do.

It has to be said that the dock workers in Lei Ming City are still too simple.

The terrible Horace didn't spend a penny, but whored their favor for nothing.

Looking at the husband who was talking nonsense there, this time his wife didn't say anything, just stared at the eldest son beside her and told him not to run around.

No matter how many white eyes she rolled behind closed doors, this strict lady would not say a word to damage her husband outside.

Although their love was not as earth-shattering as Miss Eloise's, full of great love, they also had their own small home.

And—

Even Mr. Horace, who was realistic to the bone, shed a few tears for that beautiful and sad love as the play curtain opened and fell.

By Saint Xisi...

How can someone be so bad?

Ringing a bell costs twenty silver coins... don't say anything else, please hang this holy ancient bell at Horace's door!

He only needs 5 silver coins to work, absolutely honest. As long as the sound of silver coins falling doesn't stop, his bell will never stop!

"Damn... damn it, the last time I shed tears was last time! This kind of evil unequal treaty must be abolished!"

"Two loving souls coming together is God's will, why does a guy who rings the bell represent God? Did he ask Horace's opinion!"

Horace, who was full of violent arguments, accidentally said a human word again, he used his sleeve to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and by the way, handed the sleeve to his wife who was crying with red eyes to wipe it too.

His wife grabbed the sleeve and blew her nose, looking at him with tearful eyes.

"If it were me... would you, like Ma Xiu, for me?"

Seeing his wife's swollen eyes, Horace, who was sad, almost laughed out loud, because this was indeed the funniest joke he had heard today.

But well, of course he held it back.

Although he is a Campbell person, he is not a born warrior, and there is no need to face a mother demon who is losing her temper.

He wiped the sleeve on the corner of his clothes.

"Dear, for you, let alone kneeling like Ma Xiu, even if I cut off my knees and give them to the lord as a night pot, what's the harm? He wants one, I'll give him two."

His wife glared at him with a red face.

"I'm blind to have taken a fancy to you, you'd rather cut off your own legs than untie your money bag, right? You just take them to the grave!"

"No... do you really think the lord wants money?" Horace said crying and laughing, "They are much richer than you and me."

"Enough, am I living with the lord? You don't understand me at all, I want your attitude!" His wife stared at him with swollen eyes.

Horace couldn't help but hum in his heart, he was most afraid of women saying this sentence, because this often meant that she hadn't figured out what she wanted either.

Alright.

Horace thought seriously, if he were Ma Xiu, the lord who hadn't shown his face from beginning to end was Prince Prince Prince Kelin...

Hmm...

Perhaps, should he talk to his wife?

Anyway, he didn't care about chastity or not, and his wife was happy, and he had the honor of seeing Prince Prince Prince Kelin.

This is not a bad thing at all?

It has to be said that the parliament of Lei Ming City was not much more noble than the parliament of Xisi, even if they all hung the name of parliament.

However, the script they got was ultimately different.

And the respected Mr. Horace didn't tell his wife the blasphemous thoughts in his heart, but took out the tissue he had bought for a long time but couldn't bear to use and handed it to her.

"Dear, my attitude just now was indeed a bit bad. But I bought this new dress after a long time of determination, would you use this next time?"

Not only did his wife break into laughter, but this time even the children followed suit.

The theater during the day is not as noisy as the theater at night.

Those who steal leisure from busy work are in the minority, most people still have to work, and only those day-laborers at the dock and citizens who happen to be on shift rest can take time to take a look.

Even if these people add up, there are many.

And besides the theater and the Iris troupe that made a lot of money, the real winners are the vendors selling tissues, handkerchiefs, and silk at the entrance of the theater.

Their goods are even more popular than the tickets for watching the show.

After all, the opera on Queen Street in the past hadn't been so tear-jerking, and not all gentlemen would carry this thing on them.

But soon, they would develop new habits.

The ladies on the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea will never respect them more because "Roxay 1053" shoots fast, but maybe they will really be moved to cover their mouths because the guys here always put a tissue in their pockets.

Ladies are of course the same.

The reason why the bell ringing on the stage can resonate with them is, of course, because everything Eloise cares about is what they cherish.

The name "Eloise" is like a sudden fire, spreading across the city overnight with the wind.

Huge posters hung on the four walls of the theater, and that lovable portrait was no longer just a simple painting.

It became a flag.

Or a symbol.

Although no slogan of resistance was written on that flag, it possessed a more deafening power than any tangible flag.

After all, for most commoners who work hard all day, the term "feudal oppression" is too far away, and it will pass if you endure it.

Those complex sociological definitions, as well as theories about personal attachment relationships, are even more obscure for commoners who haven't read a few serious books.

Not to mention they can't understand it, even if they understand it wrong, they might kiss the noose of hanging as a lifeline in the end.

However, the bell that everyone had heard concretized everything.

Campbell people may not have received higher education, but almost all have had love and experienced the pain of reality.

And once pain has a specific name, becomes something that can be said and seen, it has the power to pierce people's hearts.

Even those who don't agree with it will be stung by it.

This is also what feudalism fears most.

After all, even Baron Gus found his own resonance in the play, let alone those who walked in this era.

The bell of feudalism rang, knocking on the longing of Lei Ming City citizens for a republic, and also knocking in the heart of Mr. Andes, who had been unable to calm down for a long time.