Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 47: The Haze Under the Purple Lily

Sir Barron's blue eyes were fixed on "The Trip to the Holy Mountain" projected on the wall. Two months after its release, the evil wind finally reached the slums.

With just a copper coin, you can get a small bench seat, either front or back, based on first come first served, which is very fair.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to pay. The trees and roofs in the distance are crowded with people. As for how much you can see, it depends on your own ability.

"What a good business." Sir Barron has watched "The Journey to the Holy Mountain" many times and finds it quite interesting every time.

If there is any shortcoming, it is that he has no part in this business.

As the behind-the-scenes investor of the Purple Lily Theatre, Sir Barron is well aware that Magic Shadow is the future of performing arts and that the theatre will not die out but will only become a foil to Magic Shadow.

New things will inevitably replace old things.

It's very simple.

Therefore, he must participate in Magic Shadow and get a piece of the pie in the initial stage, so that he can have a place in the future business empire of Magic Shadow.

However, it is unwise to enter the market when the heat is at its highest. As a shrewd businessman, he chose the most cost-effective way.

First, ruin the reputation of those who work in the magic shadow industry. This is very easy. People at the bottom have limited channels to obtain information, so as long as you exaggerate it through these channels, they will believe it.

Just like now, when the audience saw Raul appear on the screen, they no longer cheered, but cursed instead.

It is such a good deal to achieve such an effect just by brainwashing a little girl.

Next is every actor in "The Trip to the Holy Mountain", the shapeshifters, the orcs, and even the child. Oh, what a smart child. It's a pity, just destroy it. The magic shadow technology is more important.

He had plans for every key person.

When the production studio behind it is in a state of panic, it is the time for him to obtain the Magic Shadow technology at a low cost.

Like a snake that has already injected venom into its prey, he is patient and waits for the poison to slowly take effect until the prey is incapacitated.

"Sir, it's almost time." The guard came to him.

"Really? It's so late now. You all should go back. Remember to pick me up at the usual time."

"clear."

Sir Barron stood up and smiled kindly at the children who were clinging to the low wall behind him because they couldn't afford the tickets. "Sorry to block you." He took out two copper coins from his pocket and said, "Use them to buy some food. Bye."

Amid the children's thanks, he put on a purple robe and walked into the night.

After passing through the winding narrow alleys, we arrived in front of a dilapidated theater.

The charred exterior walls reveal its history of burning; this is the former site of the Viola Theatre.

He walked to the heavy door and knocked on it, three fast knocks and two slow knocks.

"signal."

"Love the gods and serve Mammon."

After a short wait, the door slowly opened, and the man in the purple robe bowed slightly and said respectfully, "It is an honor to have you here, Sir Baron."

"As fellow Mammonists, why should we be bound by the false reputation of the world? Just call me fellow Baron."

The gatekeeper bowed again and closed the door with great effort. Although the theater looked dilapidated from the outside, it was actually a great place inside.

Defensive spells and various traps cover the entire area of ​​the theater without any blind spots. The door is actually made of refined gold and is nearly thirty centimeters thick, but the outside is covered with a layer of rotten wooden boards to hide it from people.

At the moment when the door was about to close, perhaps out of instinct, Sir Barron reached out to stop the person closing the door and looked out vigilantly through the crack in the door.

"What's wrong?" "I feel like something is watching me."

"Please rest assured, we have sentries everywhere nearby. They are all elite soldiers who have been trained since childhood. No matter who sneaks in, they will be discovered immediately."

"Really?" Sir Barron believed his own eyes more. There were traces of magic flashing in the dark blue color. Being able to see abnormal temperature points was a good way to deal with invisible or sneaky enemies.

However, apart from the secret sentries hidden in the corners of each shanty, no other heat sources were seen.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it." Sir Barron released his hand that was blocking the door.

"I told you that you were worrying too much. Your brothers and sisters are waiting for you. Please go in quickly." The gatekeeper continued to close the door.

"boom!"

The door was shut heavily, and it looked so solid, like a line of defense that could never be breached.

In the distance, a hand-held camera in invisible mode, held under the eaves, recorded all the scenes just now and transmitted them back to the Dragon Nest monitoring room.

The undead have no body temperature.

Sir Barron walked into the theater. The corridors were lined with precious but dim fluorescent stones, so it was very dark. After walking a few dozen steps, the view suddenly became clear.

As soon as I stepped into the hall, I was hit by the noisy and chaotic sound waves from inside the soundproof barrier.

Cheers, laughter, shouting, and the chaotic and indescribable sounds made by people who have lost their minds after taking drugs.

All he felt was the noise.

On the stage, two children with runes carved all over their bodies were fighting for their lives, with blood splattering everywhere.

This is a fight without rounds. With every passing minute, a weapon is thrown forward, becoming sharper and more dangerous, until one side falls forever.

The crazy audience in the audience excitedly placed bets. Their betting methods were very detailed. In addition to winning or losing, time, there were also factors such as how much weight the winner and loser would have left at the end, and which organ would drop first...

Sir Barron scoffed at this. It was not cost-effective to spend the long-trained soldiers on entertainment. However, since these people were willing to spend money on it, he could provide such a service.

Outside the hall, there are many closed or semi-open boxes, which provide any imaginable food and toys as long as you can afford it.

Many people in purple robes sat in the box, holding toys of different ages, genders, and even species.

Sir Barron remembered that in the beginning, the best-selling products were orcs crossed with furry animals, but later they evolved into stranger and stranger things, and now they are just animals.

When we arrived at the familiar box, another believer was already waiting there.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Baines!" The cultist opened his arms and hugged Baines affectionately. "How was it? Did you have a lot of fun with that little girl last time? What was her name? Yes, Mira. Brainwashed a memory with an actor. It's amazing that you can come up with such a weird way of playing."

“That’s not for playing.”

"What is that, eating? Then washing a memory is even weirder."

Then he pulled Baine and sat down.

Meanwhile, the janitor was boredly flipping through the newspaper, trying to find some interesting comics.

There were knocks on the door, three fast and two slow.

"Who is it, coming so late?" The gatekeeper stood up, cursing. "Secret code!"

"Water meter checker!"

"what?"

(End of this chapter)