On a weekend afternoon, a few days after Spencer’s visit.
Ronald, whose identity was entirely without issue, got dressed and then walked out of his apartnt alone.
After spending a few days getting to know.
He had understood the aning of the identity on Spencer’s business card.
Simply put with four words—"secret police."
It wasn’t a problem for an investigator to use this identity publicly.
But the Investigation Bureau and such had nothing to do with Ronald today.
Now, he was heading out to Oak Tree Theater to watch a performance by Alida.
This had already been decided beforehand.
Having left the apartnt, Ronald took a leisurely stroll through the streets of the riverbank area.
Since there was plenty of ti, he was in no rush to get to Oak Tree Theater imdiately, walking by the riverside and enjoying the breeze also helped ease his mind.
Due to Spencer’s visit a few days prior, the attitudes of the others in the apartnt towards Ronald had changed quite significantly. This situation was precisely what Ronald liked the least.
But such matters couldn’t be rushed.
Otherwise, it was easy to create sothing new on top of misunderstandings.
If he wanted to change the situation, he could only do so gradually over ti, with facts.
Thus, he walked, taking in the scenery on the way.
After more than half an hour, Ronald reached the street where the Oak Tree Theater was located.
This was already at the very outskirts of the riverbank area; crossing this street would take one into one of Springs’s busiest comrcial streets.
With such a pri location.
Oak Tree Theater itself was definitely a fad place in Springs.
Virtually all entertainers regarded this as the top venue for performances. According to what Ronald had heard these past few days, it was ’a confluence of singing, dancing, and the performing arts.’
As for the details of the architecture...
Designed by the master of art school, Oak Tree Theater boasted a reasonable space layout and impressive interior design, with lifelike sculptures and fine decorations visible all around.
While maintaining a highly consistent natural style of decoration, the theater housed a main auditorium, the core performance space nad "The Oak Garden."
In order to preserve "The Oak Garden"’s status, it usually remained closed off.
Surrounding "The Oak Garden" were three dium-sized theaters, "Golia," "Sardak," and "Theater 37," which were their nas.
These were the primary performance spaces for the actors and were typically used by the top three perforrs in the theater.
Of course, this did not an that Oak Tree Theater was limited to just this.
In addition to the four large and dium-sized theaters which occupied the majority of the space, there were also small theaters around the three dium ones that could accommodate a small number of people, suitable for rehearsals and small-scale performances.
In so sense, Oak Tree Theater could even be called a professional entertainnt district, not rely a single building.
Being able to achieve this in a city like Springs...
Was testant enough to its status within the industry.
Approaching the theater entrance with a sense of curiosity, Ronald voluntarily presented his invitation:
"Hello, I am here to enjoy tonight’s performance."
With a warm smile directed at Ronald, the staff mber imdiately took the invitation:
"Right, please wait a mont."
Soon, the staff mber expertly checked the invitation, handing it back to Ronald while offering directions:
"Sir, the performance you are going to watch will start at seven o’clock tonight at ’Theater 37,’ with Miss Alida from Entrode as the main perforr."
"Before the performance officially begins, you are also welco to visit other areas of the theater with your invitation. As long as there are free seats available, you are entitled to watch for free in the small theaters around ’Theater 37.’"
Taking back his invitation, Ronald nodded slightly:
"Thank you, I got it."
The staff mber smiled again in response:
"Have a pleasant evening."
"..."
Ronald bid farewell to the staff at the door and walked deeper into the theater.
In fact, it wasn’t even five o’clock yet.
There was still plenty of ti before Yalida’s performance.
Standing in a place he had never been before, Ronald felt a bit lost for a mont.
What should he do...
He might as well see what the art of this world was like...
After so thought, Ronald decided to just go with the flow and headed toward the location of [37].
He just treated it as going to a movie theater to watch a film.
As he went further into the location, Ronald beca certain of what he had heard before his arrival.
The Oak Theater truly deserved its reputation as a gathering place for actors.
Along the way, he saw many handso n and beautiful won, all dressed in a fashion that fit this world’s aesthetic. Occasionally, as he passed by so places, he could see people practicing their singing by the roadside.
Although it wasn’t the kind of high-pitched singing that would shake one’s ears upon hearing.
But the varied tones, the agile articulation of vowels, and the effortless rhythm changes all told Ronald they were professionals.
It was in such circumstances that Ronald was stopped at the side of the road.
It was a young boy with a sowhat fragile appearance. Probably because he saw Ronald wandering around the theater with no makeup on his face, the boy mustered the courage to approach:
"Hello, sir..."
"May I take a bit of your ti?"
Ronald nodded slightly:
"What is it...?"
Seeing that Ronald did not mind being approached, the boy responded with noticeable excitent:
"If... if it’s okay, I would like to invite you to watch our performance."
"Although it’s just a newly rehearsed program, it’s definitely a very good show, and everyone..."
At this point, the boy seed to suddenly rember sothing.
Then he imdiately interrupted his own pitch:
"That’s right!"
"We don’t charge any fees!"
"..."
Ronald slightly scratched his head with a subtly perplexed look as he watched the boy’s naive performance.
After thinking for a few seconds, he finally responded:
"First off, I am not a professional."
"I can only watch it as an ordinary audience mber."
"And I can only stay until at most seven o’clock."
Ronald thought his words were sufficiently tactful.
Yet, rely hearing his response, the expression on the boy’s face visibly soared.
Looking at Ronald, the boy even trembled with excitent as he spoke:
"Of course... of course, that’s no problem!"
"Please co with , our rehearsal place is just over there, not far!"
"..."
Seeing the other’s reaction, Ronald shrugged indifferently and then replied generously:
"Then please lead the way."
The boy imdiately turned to lead the way, speaking enthusiastically:
"Please, follow ."
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