Here, the Lord said this is a good thing

"Do not."

Ye He opened his mouth and let Hera put a freshly peeled grape into his mouth.

“It’s never about what I’m going to do to them, it’s about what they’re going to do to me.”

"I see. Then we...wait?"

Only when she was with Ye He could Hera experience the feeling of ease and abundance of being surrounded by a pack of wolves and yet being able to handle things with ease.

"Just wait, the show is about to begin."

Ye He moved his gaze to the stage. As he said, the opening timpani had been struck, and the audience quickly stopped making any noise, ready to welcome tonight's performance.

The vast majority of the audience below are just normal audiences. They may not know what happened in this theater that night until the end of their lives.

The sound of the timpani at the beginning could also be heard outside the theater, causing the two men, who were already somewhat distracted, to quickly become serious.

They turned back together and asked Natasha, who was standing against the wall:
"Chief, the show has already begun. Are we really not going in?"

"Have you forgotten what Director Moriarty said?"

Natasha calmly lit a cigarette for herself, took a puff, and then pointed the burning cigarette butt towards the theater and explained to her two subordinates:

"That's a bomb waiting to be detonated! He has already spread the fuse, and whoever touches it will be unlucky!

You guys keep watching the main door, I'll go to the back door to see how many people have come in."

"Yes..."*2
After getting rid of these two powerless subordinates, Natasha began to move around the theater.

The cities in the Federation are better planned than those in the Empire, especially commercial cities like Salzburg.

The front and back doors of this theater are directly on the street, without the alleys that are very common in cities across the empire.

But when Natasha came to a corner and looked at the street where the back door of the theater was, she still saw an indescribable "crowding".

The steam locomotives parked along both sides of the street almost filled up all the parking spaces, and more importantly, there were people sitting in every car.

There were countless people who got out of their cars, leaned against them to smoke, and never took their eyes off the back door of the theater.

It won’t be that all those who should come and shouldn’t come have come, right?

Natasha's eyes twitched slightly. It turned out that no one took the FBI's notice seriously?
She no longer wanted to explore which faction these people belonged to, and whether they would have an impact on "detonating Yehe".

Because their appearance is exactly what Ye He wants!

If I'm not mistaken...

Natasha's eyes fell on a theater window above her head, where singing was coming from.

You must have waited for the first guest who dared to come to you, right?
As Natasha expected, the show had just begun when a waitress entered the box where Ye He was.

After she put down the wine in her hand, she bowed respectfully to Ye He:
"Greetings to you, Mr. Yeh."

Ye He looked at the waitress's perfect disguise, and then looked at the bottle of fine wine she put down, which he had not ordered but which looked full of a sense of history.

"Snapped."

As Ye He snapped his fingers, Hera immediately took out a stack of papers and a large box of pens from the handbag next to her.

She took out a piece of paper and a pen, handed them to the waitress who looked a little confused, and then returned to Ye He.

Seeing that Ye He and Hera were looking towards the stage, the waitress had no choice but to lower her head and look at the paper in her hand.

【Meeting Application Form】

[(Required) Affiliated faction: ...]

【(optional) Name: ……】

[(Required) What kind of cooperation do you expect with Yehe: ...]

[(Check) Do you need a private meeting? Yes/No. ]

[(Check) Are you willing to show enough sincerity to allow Yehe to expedite the process? Yes/No. ]

[(Check) Whether...]

The lady disguised as a waitress was stunned. Did Yehe actually formalize this kind of thing?

She looked up at the handsome man with an oriental face, hesitated for a moment, and finally completed the form in a flash.

Hera pointed to the table where other application forms and pens were piled. On the wooden table, there was a sentence:

"Please place your completed application face down here."

Below this sentence is a square-shaped depression that is just big enough to accommodate the application form.

The lady obediently put the filled-in application face down, put down the pen, bowed to Ye He again, and left Ye He's box.

Let's put things one way or another. Although Ye He had deliberately let himself come out to be contacted by these people tonight.

But this does not mean that he would waste his time communicating with representatives of every force and wasting his time on the self-introductions of these forces that have nothing to offer except courage.

The fact that they dared to step into Ye He's box showed that they were brave enough, but the fact that they came to find Ye He instead of Ye He looking for them, didn't it just show that they were not strong enough?
Less than two minutes after the lady disguised as a waitress left, another courageous gentleman in a suit and tie stepped into the box.

He quickly followed his old routine and started filling out the form, then put the application away and left.

Soon, before the 30-minute first act of the opera was over, men and women holding application forms and pens were standing outside Ye He's box.

"Hey, you're here too!"

"Really? Go in and get the watch directly?"

"Yes, does your boss want to meet Ye He privately?"

"No, he doesn't want to. He won't do it even if you kill him. We are just here to say hello to Ye He out of courtesy."

"What a coincidence, I have the same one here!"

The two familiar cadres from different forces greeted each other as soon as they met.

They were neatly dressed and spoke elegantly. No one could tell that just last night they had actually fought each other with real swords and guns for territory in a corner of Salzburg.

"From the Church of Light of Order?"

A voice caught their attention.

Many people looked with them at a man with a solemn expression and a girl who looked sloppy and whose evening dress was worn very untidy.

"Captain, there are so many familiar faces here."

The girl smiled at the people whose faces had turned ugly because of her appearance, but she asked the "captain" beside her:

"Can I take them out here?"

"No, and you can't."

The man's voice was as calm as his appearance, but the words he spoke were extremely cold:
"You will be torn into pieces by them, and I don't want to pick you up piece by piece and sew you back together." This warning reveals a terrible message. The girl has really been "torn into pieces" and the man has really "sewed" her back together!
"You want to be lazy? Well, well, let's go see what the Priest of Destruction looks like!"

Facing the hostile, disgusted and other complex gazes from others, the girl's expression remained unchanged.

She didn't care about the man's indifference. It seemed that they had been working together for a long time and were very familiar with each other.

"After you go in, don't talk."

But before the man brought the girl to the entrance of Ye He's box, he stopped, turned back, and said something to the girl.

The girl stuck out her tongue at the man but did not agree to his request.

The man knew that the girl would be obedient, especially when facing the priest inside.

As the door of the box was opened by the man, the scene inside the box appeared in front of him and the girl.

A man sat in a position where he could directly see the stage and most of the audience below could also see his profile by looking up.

Sitting next to him was a plump lady with seductive makeup, who was enthusiastically explaining to the man the performance on the stage below.

The Priest of Destruction...Yeh He!
Mother of flowers...Hera!
As the captain of the special operations team of the Church of the Light of Order, Roderick found it difficult to describe his first impression of Ye He.

Because this man looked exactly like the other men who brought their ladies to the opera performances!
His expression was relaxed, his eyes calm, and he was more concerned about the scenery below the collars of the women's evening dresses than the noise on the stage...

But Roderick knew very well that all this was just Ye He's appearance, and whether it was true or not was meaningless.

Everyone knows how dangerous he is!

No one wants to be targeted by him!

Everyone wants to take advantage of his power!

...even myself.

After a second of silence, Roderick chose to pick up the application form, which was already almost empty, and a pen that must have been used by many hands.

Then he was about to take the girl away, but suddenly found that the girl had run behind Ye He without him knowing!
wow~
From this angle, Carol could see the "scenery" that Ye He had been secretly glancing at.

She couldn't help but lower her head and touch her chest, then sighed regretfully.

There is no comparison and no future!

"Are you the deceased?"

Hearing Ye He's voice, Carol turned her head and looked at Ye He, then smiled and nodded to Ye He.

The makeup that the nun from the church had applied to her was almost gone, and Ye He was too close to her, so he could see clearly the exaggerated stitches crisscrossing her body.

But Ye He did not discover Carol's "dead" identity through these stitches.

"No wonder you have no heartbeat... Are you the consciousness born after this body died?"

Yes, Carol had no heartbeat at all. Ye He had been concerned about this girl who had no heartbeat but could move freely and had an exceptionally lively expression.

"..."

Carol's eyes widened suddenly, which meant that Ye He had guessed right.

But she was very obedient and did not answer Ye He's question. Instead, she looked at Roderick who was gritting his teeth.

"Yes, she is neither a living person nor a monster. She is a corpse that cannot die, a dead person. Carol, you can speak now."

Roderick answered Ye He's question for Carol and lifted the restrictions on Carol.

Carol then excitedly asked Ye He:
"I heard you have a hundred lovers? How does your body handle that?"

"First of all, I don't have that many lovers, maybe only... 30 or 40? Secondly, I'm not stupid enough to gather them together and satisfy them all at once. I'll be exhausted if I do that."

Ye He actually answered Carol's nonsensical question seriously, which was something neither Roderick nor Carol expected.

"That's right," Carol looked at Hera who was still looking at the stage. Hera just glanced at her and lost interest in her.

She pointed at Hera's chest and asked Ye He:

"She's your lover, right? Do you only like this size? Aren't you afraid of sagging?"

All the wooden materials in the entire box sprouted new buds at the same moment, and Carol was almost swallowed by Hera's plants.

"I never noticed the figures of my lovers until I liked them."

Fortunately, Ye He said a love word in time, which made Hera stop releasing the power of the monster.

"..."

But Carol, who didn't know the immensity of the world, still rolled her big eyes. After a few seconds, she couldn't help but ask Ye He:
"You don't look like a man who would believe in love."

"Yes, but some of my lovers trust love, some trust my wallet, and some trust that I can make them unconscious."

Ye He became more and more interested in this "dead" girl who was full of dirty jokes.

He didn't have enough artistic talent to appreciate the beauty of opera performances. If it weren't for Hera's explanation, he would have fallen asleep to the singing.

It’s actually quite nice to have such an interesting little girl talking to me right now.

"It's rare to find a man as honest as you... No, this is the first time I've met a man as honest as you."

Carol was shocked by Ye He's shamelessness, but fortunately she didn't say anything impolite.

Of course, even if she said it, Ye He would still smile and nod at her like he did now:
"Thanks for the compliment."

"Why can't you sit down? He likes talking to you."

Hera looked up and said something to Carol at this time. Ye He kept looking up at Carol, and she felt tired just watching her.

"May I?"

Carol looked at Ye He.

"Of course, there are fruits and snacks here, can you eat?"

Ye He pointed to the seat opposite him. This box was a large box that could accommodate four people to watch the opera.

"A little bit should be fine. At worst I can just pull the string on the belly and pour it out. But my sense of taste isn't very sensitive, uh..."

Carol had already sat down when she noticed Roderick, whose forehead was bulging with veins.

She shrank her neck and was about to stand up again, but Roderick nodded to her and left the box with the unfilled application form and pen.

Whether Ye He was interested in Carol was actually not within Roderick's consideration.

He is just Carol's "holder".

On the contrary, Carol could talk more with Ye He, and it would be best if she could get more useful information from Ye He, which would be very useful to Roderick.

(End of this chapter)