When was the last ti I won sothing?
With a rather ominous feeling, Ronald roughly recalled the last ti he won sothing.
If he excluded the possibly-not-considered-winning event of transversing to another world, his last win seed to be in a video blogger’s comnt section, where he snagged a free cola, six cans of it, with the blueberry flavor tasting quite good?
Following Ronald’s foreboding premonition,
trouble ca knocking.
In a full-house theater with at least a hundred people, Ronald, a regular spectator standing on the second floor, was actually singled out and beca one of the five ’lucky ones’!
So, looking at the theater employee in front of him with a smile ready to lead him on stage, Ronald managed a polite yet awkward smile, his eyes sweeping over the faces of the surrounding audience before he spoke,
"In all honesty, I could let soone else have this opportunity."
"..."
The employee guiding Ronald paused, visibly taken aback.
Even having witnessed many interesting incidents working in the theater, this was their first encounter with an audience mber refusing to interact with the actors.
People who ca to the Sardack theater to watch plays...
Actually giving up the chance to engage with Miss Evelyn?
They had to be kidding!
Soon, so of the other spectators around heard Ronald’s words and quickly reacted.
While most of those who ca to this place to watch plays were people of decorum,
besides these dignified folk who maintained their composure for the sake of appearances, there were younger ones who spoke out straightforwardly.
A young man of average looks but dressed sharply imdiately stood up from his seat and said eagerly,
"If the gentleman has so urgent matter, I could take his place in the activity."
"Helping others in tis like these has always been a creed of mine!"
"..."
Yeah right, if believing that made it true.
Facing the young man directly, Ronald clearly saw the guy’s eyes darting to the dancer on the stage every so often, his desire so palpable that Ronald felt he could unleash a mighty Spell.
Anyone could understand what was on the guy’s mind seeing this.
But for now...
Ronald rather appreciated such blatant desire.
Because under the current circumstances, it was the perfect way for him to make an exit!
Feeling pretty good, Ronald began to speak,
"Sir, I surely..."
"Sorry, but that’s against the theater company’s policy." Just at that mont, the employee cut off the young man’s suggestion with a very firm tone and then imdiately turned to look at Ronald, "Sir, our company simply hopes you would join in the event for a bit. It won’t take too much of your ti."
"..."
Ronald raised an eyebrow.
Thanks to the probing power of ’Fury’, he could sense that the employee in front of him was relatively honest and not approaching with malice.
As for the actors on the stage...
Though a bit specific, Ronald also felt that they were simply curious about the situation here.
This was a normal reaction, given his refusal to accept the invitation.
And so, Ronald firmly shook his head,
"Sorry, I have another show to catch and cannot stay here any longer."
At the sa ti, Ronald was utterly convinced he needed to make a quick exit.
Even though there were quite a few onlookers, who knew whether there were any well-hidden Spells among these theater folks?
And as for showing no emotion whatsoever...
Under the premise that mysterious operatives were buried underground, this paradoxically only heightened the suspicion.
It might just be the word about my own identity as the holder of the original text that had spread.
Then, the well-inford people in this theater may have planned to do sothing to .
Who would want to play along with you in this?
Therefore, without giving face, Ronald simply left the second floor of the theater and didn’t look back as he departed from this place.
"..."
After all, Ronald was a ticket-holding guest.
Since he behaved in such a manner, the theater staff naturally couldn’t forcibly keep him, so under the subdly probing gaze of the entire audience, a scene testing the theater’s crisis managent abilities unfolded.
However, in this awkward situation, the girl responsible for the danseuse role kept glancing outside the theater from ti to ti.
If soone’s vision could pierce through walls,
following that direction, they would naturally see Ronald heading toward "Number 37".
As for Ronald himself...
His mood was actually quite good now.
Although he knew his behavior went against social etiquette, he wouldn’t care about such things when faced with people with obviously nefarious intentions.
He needed to hurry and finish watching Alida’s performance.
Then find ti to continue the search for Mil around the city.
Feeling refreshed, Ronald arrived at "Number 37" and imdiately saw the look of one of the other three great theaters.
Unlike the recently visited "Saldak".
"Number 37", where Alida was currently staying, was brimming with enthusiasm and opulence.
Golden lamps, scarlet carpets, and large-scale paintings on massive banners, the symbols of wealth and money were lavishly displayed throughout the theater by the owner of "Number 37".
And this kind of decoration, almost dominating the retina with its assertiveness,
combined with the overall atmosphere and space, exuded an air of grace and composure.
Turning ’vulgarity’ into elegance.
The theater looked very simple and blunt, but there must have been so talented designers involved in its construction!
Curious about this place, Ronald went through the process of ticket checking again.
But unlike the ordinary ticket at "Saldak",
Raphael had prepared for Ronald the highest standard of entrance ticket for "Number 37".
As a result, as soon as the staff confird everything was correct, a beautiful young serving girl ca out and escorted Ronald to his private box alone.
Following the serving girl, Ronald passed through the corridor to the second floor of the theater.
A room, likewise exuding an air of luxury, was his spot for watching the performance tonight. Aside from being surrounded on three sides by walls, the open front faced directly toward the stage on the first floor, allowing him to see the performance clearly without leaning forward from his seat.
This was the kind of treatnt rich people received while watching a play...
Click—
Just when Ronald was feeling sowhat reflective, a sound of the door being locked ca from behind him.
He turned around to look.
The girl who had just brought him in had closed the door and then walked towards Ronald with practiced ease.
Faced with this situation, Ronald’s heart grew cold.
What’s this about? An enemy too?
Who in "Saldak" were the mysterious operatives and why...
Ronald’s wariness was quickly wiped away.
For just as he had begun to grow cautious, the young and beautiful serving girl simply knelt beside him, then lightly rested her head against the armrest of the chair.
It seed like Ronald had misunderstood...
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