He sat in the middle, with Miss Lance on the left still in a white dress, and For on the right wearing a pleated skirt with knee-length white stockings.
"When does the opera start?"
"It will probably take another ten minutes." Lance handed Roland the introduction on the plate beside him.
He hesitated, then took over, “I have no interest in opera.”
"It is said that tickets for this masterpiece by a famous artist are hard to come by. The line outside should be very long, right?"
Lance thought for a moment and said, "It tells a story from the period of the Giant War. It seems to be about the love between a soldier on the front line and a girl from the royal city."
"How boring is that?"
Roland yawned, "It would be better to write a story about a giant and a girl from the royal city communicating with each other for some unknown reason. The giant said he was going to die, but the girl didn't believe him."
"Hmm? That does sound interesting." Lance thought for a moment, "Well, opera isn't the main purpose."
"What's the main purpose?" Roland held her hand, leaned forward, and stared into her eyes.
"What do you think?"
Miss Lance's white dress looked a little bluish-gray in the dim room.
She narrowed her eyes and looked at Roland.
Chapter 94 Accident
The box was so warm that it was a bit hot. I didn’t know if it was because the air was too hot, or because of the person sitting opposite me.
The silver-haired girl placed her hands on his shoulders, her golden eyes showing sun patterns.
"So what are we here for? Aren't we here to see the opera?"
"I'm here to watch the opera, so I'll just sit here." Roland picked up a drink from the small round table in front of him, sat back in his seat, and cast his eyes towards the stage below.
The soundproofing of the box is excellent, and you can't hear any noisy sounds from outside. In fact, no one will deliberately make any noise, but noise is inevitable when there are too many people.
With his strength, he could certainly hear the noise outside, but there was no need, he was here to relax with his girlfriend.
He held the hands of two people and watched the people in the audience take their seats and the stage become empty.
Full rested his head on his shoulder, and Miss Lance was even bolder, lying directly in his arms, interlocking their fingers.
Finally, it seemed that every seat was occupied and no one was walking around casually.
“The show has begun.”
Fule's voice was very soft, and as Roland held him in his arms, his tone became higher.
She lay on her side, staring at the stage.
The whole place was very quiet. Roland noticed the ingenuity of this room. The hole in the upper right corner was opened, allowing sound to pass into the room.
He looked around and said, "This place is perfect for conversation."
"Why do you say that?" asked Full.
"The box is private, so the conversation won't get out, and the opera will help cover it up off the stage."
Roland propped his chin up with his hand. "Isn't this why Lance chose this place?"
"I didn't say that."
She had a smile on her face, but her fingers quietly reached into Roland's shirt.
The people in the audience were all dressed neatly, but the people in the box on the second floor wanted to take off his clothes.
Roland curled his lips and said, "Then we might as well find a suitable place, and not make the theater too outrageous."
"what happened?"
Lance pretended nothing had happened, blinked his eyes, and refused to take his hand out.
"fine."
He focused on the stage, holding Lance's most proud peak with his left hand and touching Furl's thigh with his right hand.
Life has been a bit too extravagant lately.
That’s great. He has to work harder just to maintain this kind of life.
The performance began, and gorgeously dressed women sang arias on the stage, and the men followed them on stage and sang some lines.
Roland had no interest in their performance and even found it a bit boring.
He had never liked these things since he was a child, and the opera had never been one of his hobbies.
Not because I don't like it, but I've seen more interesting things.
The art and literature of the borderland is still developing, but the world before he traveled through time had an extremely developed entertainment industry, and opera had been swept into the dust of history, with only textbooks and a very small number of enthusiasts.
He didn't know much, and the only one he particularly liked was Turandot's No One Sleeps.
It was so drowsy that Roland would rather sleep if Fur and Lance weren't there to keep him company.
"You don't like it?" Ful noticed his mood, mainly because his hands were touching wider and wider.
"Yes."
Roland nodded. "It's quite boring. There are no twists and turns, and there's not much of a good story."
"I think it's OK."
Lance lay in his arms, his head resting on his thighs, his hands never leaving his.
She turned over and lay on her stomach. "Is it because Godwin that you are asking too much?"
"It's because the writer's skills are not good enough." Roland said expressionlessly.
"If other people hear you saying this, even you will be attacked by others."
Lance laughed out loud, "This opera is written by a very famous author, and many people like it."
"Is it."
Roland didn't care and continued watching the opera with the other two people, just to pass the time.
As the opera developed, the leading actress appeared on the stage, which surprised Roland.
The woman was a foreigner who showed excellent dancing skills and a loud singing voice on the stage.
After seeing her identity, Roland raised his eyebrows slightly and said to the two people.
"An alien? It's amazing that an alien can perform on such a big stage."
"It doesn't matter. For a female lead on a stage like this, who knows what kind of deal she might have later."
Lance knew Roland's character too well. He had not been interested in women for so many years, so how could he be attracted by a dancer?
Ful was not nervous at all. He yawned like a little kitten.
Roland pointed at the leading actor on the stage and said, "You know better than anyone else how the aliens live in the royal city."
"Well, let alone foreigners, even if they want to believe in ancient dragons, they will be rejected by their own people." Ful picked up a drink and took a sip.
"This person is quite interesting, using the identity of a foreign race to play the role of the female lead."
Roland continued to look at the stage. The performance reached its climax. The leading actress took a step forward. A wooden board was carried on her and slowly pulled up. She sang even harder.
Suddenly, an accident occurred on the stage. The rope hanging the actress broke. Cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She was frightened and completely unable to keep her balance.
There were constant exclamations from the audience and chaos on the stage. The height might not be fatal, but it was enough to ruin the dancer's career.
He stood up and almost jumped from the second floor, but someone was faster than him and stood up from the first row of the audience.
He was a man wearing a judge's robe, with red hair and a big beard of the same color.
He rushed onto the stage, grabbed the actress and held her in his arms.
At this moment, the surroundings were quiet.
Roland smiled and said, "That man must be Lakkad, right? He is nominally my younger brother, the son of Radagon."
"Well, I think so." Lance took a look. She and Ful had lived in the royal city for quite a while and knew a lot of people.
Lakkad has a special identity. He came to the royal city with Radagan and became a judge.
In the royal city, he was considered famous.
He put the dancer down, winning applause, and returned to his original seat with a smile.
Roland suddenly thought of someone in his mind. It couldn't be such a coincidence.
After this accident, the performance naturally could not continue. Some staff members came up in a panic to apologize and offered compensation.
At the same time, someone knocked on their door.
Roland was not interested in discussing compensation with the staff, and flatly rejected their request to come in, saying that no compensation was required.
There is one more thing to do this afternoon.
The blond young man tied his hair into a high ponytail with the hairband on his wrist and held a drink.
"We're going to do that?"
"What kind of thing is that?" Lance asked teasingly, also not caring about the accident that just happened.
Just as Roland said when he first entered the opera house, they were not here to see the opera at all, they were just looking for a secret place.
"Why do you even need to ask? Sister is so stupid, it must be something like that!"
Ful's silver hair was like a beam of moonlight, and his eyes were as bright as stars, sparkling with endless curiosity and excitement.
Chapter 95: Greed
Ful's cheeks flushed slightly with excitement, making his silver hair even more dazzling.
The corners of his mouth were drawn up with an irrepressible smile, and his whole body was like a bowstring ready to be released.
She grabbed Roland's wrist and said, "Where are we going? Our camp?"
The so-called camp is the courtyard where the Death Black Blade and the Death Knight are hidden. For and Lance would go there occasionally, but they have their own residence.
"I'd better go back to your place." Roland thought for a moment. He thought that he might run into other people if he went back, which would be awkward.
"Then let's go back quickly!"
With a light and agile posture, Ful pulled him and was about to walk out. Every movement was filled with energy and enthusiasm, and his excitement and passion could no longer be suppressed.
Lance was more reserved, pursing his lips, his gentle temperament spreading like spring water.
"Don't worry, Ful, this afternoon is all ours, right?"
"Well, that's right."
The blond young man nodded, straightened his clothes, and smiled to comfort Ful.
"There's no need to rush."
"Yeah." Her eyes were bright, and the night-blue eyes reflected the face of the blond young man.
After finishing the tidying up, they left together.
The carriage was still waiting for him. The appearance of this carriage was very simple and low-key. However, all the business people had checked Roland's background thoroughly and knew who the owner of the carriage was.
They returned to Forle and Lance's residence together. They couldn't wait to pull Roland into the bedroom. The silver-haired queen said she was not in a hurry, but in fact she was more anxious than anyone else.
The light in the bedroom is adjusted to a slightly warm yellow, like moonlight shining on the sparkling lake, exuding a hazy and mysterious atmosphere.
Roland casually hung his coat aside and looked at the girl and the royal sister who came back together.
"I'm going to take a shower." Lance blinked, "You won't give me a little time, right?"
"I want to go too." Ful followed, and suddenly Roland was the only one left in the bedroom.
He sat on the sofa and looked at the layout. Although it was not his first time here, it was still a rare opportunity for him to observe so carefully.
This is Lance's bedroom. There is a wine cabinet on the right, which is filled with a lot of good wine.
To set the mood for later, Roland opened a bottle of champagne while they were taking a shower.
As I sipped the wine, the air seemed to become a little warmer.
Not long after, the two sisters came out together, wearing completely different clothes.
