Becoming a god by raising witches

"Queerling's plays can still stand in the Rose Theatre only because she dresses provocatively enough. She whets the appetites of you men, unlike Miss Levy Bilal, who is the real talented artist."

"Approximately what time is it?"

Locke asked again.

The wealthy woman glanced at her pocket watch. "She should be backstage preparing now. If you're a fan of hers, you can try your luck backstage and see if you can get her autograph."

"Okay, thank you. I am indeed a fan of her dance. May I ask which direction the backstage is in?"

“Over there, you can tip the waiter and have him take you to Miss Levy Bilal.”

The wealthy woman admired the handsome young man Locke and was willing to give him guidance.

Locke nodded slightly, then got up and left his seat.

Although Quigley is charismatic on stage, it doesn't affect his mood when doing the mission.

Locke walked up to the waiter in the red vest, gave him a tip, explained his purpose, and the waiter led him backstage.

To Locke's surprise, the backstage area was larger than the frontstage area.

This also includes various name-labeled dressing rooms and lounges, as well as themed suites and a public dance floor.

It is said that there are balls at the Rose Theatre every night, all sponsored by the wealthy ladies.

These dressing rooms and lounges, besides serving as places for actors to prepare for makeup and rest, also become venues for enjoyment.

As Locke passed through these lounges, he heard a variety of sounds.

"Oh, Baron Lagro, it's been a long time since you've been here. Have you been captivated by the ladies of the Rose Theatre?"

"How could that be? I will always only love you. Let me take a bite."

"No, Your Excellency, I'm about to perform, please don't ruin my makeup."

"It's alright, it'll only take a little while. Oh, how many layers of skirts you're wearing, they're really in the way."

[Acuity of hearing +1]

"Mrs. Yevgenia, you are so beautiful. I want to draw your picture and imprint it deeply in my mind."

"Okay, since it's for art, then it's okay to take your clothes off, right?"

"Of course, if you'd like."

[Acuity of hearing +1]

"Denilson, don't be shy. You're a newcomer. There's always a first time. Otherwise, it will be very awkward when you go on stage."

"But is this really okay? Don't I need to take responsibility for you, Mar?"

"Of course not, we're partners, we have to be closer than lovers."

[Acuity of hearing +1]

Locke had already heard six or seven secrets within a mere five minutes.

He discovered that the Rose Theater was the best place to hone the [Acuity of Hearing] skill.

Unfortunately, he has more important things to do now.

"Distinguished guest, this is Miss Levy Bilal's lounge."

"That's what the waiter said politely."

Locke smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

"Call me as soon as possible if you need anything else."

The waiter respectfully withdrew.

Locke knocked on the door.

A girl with long brown hair opened the door. She had fair skin and many freckles on her face, and looked to be only about fourteen years old.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is this Miss Levy Bilal's lounge?"

Locke asked.

"Yes, you're looking for Miss Levy Billar. Please wait a moment. I'm Cona, Miss Levy Billar's assistant."

Kona introduced herself with a slight blush on her cheeks.

Although there were many handsome men at the Rose Theatre, this was the first time she had seen someone as good-looking as Locke. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt like she had fallen in love at first sight.

Cona turned around and told Miss Levy Bilal about the handsome young man's visit.

Miss Levy Bilal sat up from the sofa and went to the door.

She wore a black ballet dress reminiscent of the Black Swan, her golden hair was styled in an updo, and she wore a crown. Her long, slender legs, encased in white stockings, were remarkably straight. She was slim, comparable to Hannah, with a long neck and a pretty face. She appeared to be around twenty years old, the most beautiful age for a woman.

She was wearing a pair of red ballet shoes, which clashed somewhat with her black ballet dress.

As Locke sized her up, she also sized him up.

Chapter 120, The Real Dream

"who are you?"

Levy Bilal looked at Locke with a puzzled expression.

She didn't remember knowing such a handsome, unfamiliar gentleman, and judging from his age, he shouldn't be very old.

“Hello, Miss Levy Bilal, I’m Boyd, your fan.”

"fan?"

Levy Bilal had never heard of the word before, and she repeated it in confusion.

"I'm your dance fan. Would you mind if I took up a little of your time?"

Locke's eyes lit up, behaving like a true fanatical follower.

Kona stood next to Levy Bilal, a look of envy on her face.

In her view, only dancers like Miss Levy Bilal could have such high-quality dance fans as Locke.

"If you want an autograph, I can give it to you, but forget about dates. I don't have time for that. I'm not interested in anything except dancing."

Levy Bilal stated directly that she believed the boy named Boyd, like the previous visitors, was captivated by her dance and wanted to date her for a romantic relationship or a brief moment of pleasure.

She had long since disregarded all of that. Since donning the red ballet shoes, her dance had become increasingly graceful. She could easily tackle many difficult moves that she couldn't do before, presenting a stunning performance on stage. She had transformed from an unknown supporting actress into a sought-after ballet star at the Rose Theatre. Those who once looked down on her were now left behind. She had become even more engrossed in dancing, and even her partner now felt pressured to dance with her because she was simply too outstanding.

"It's okay, I just want an autograph."

Locke took out a white handkerchief.

Levy Bilal signed his name on the handkerchief.

"Thank you, Miss Levy Bilal. Have a great performance, goodbye."

Locke left satisfied.

He heard Levy Bilal whispering to Cona.

“Miss Levy Bilal, that gentleman is really handsome.”

“Kona, if you put all your energy into dancing, you wouldn’t just be an assistant now.”

“Yes, Miss Levy Bilal, I will listen to you. Do you think I have a chance to go on stage?”

"Kona, with your terrible dancing skills, you'd be a disaster if you actually performed on stage. You should just stick to being an assistant; that would be better for everyone."

……

Locke retraced his steps and arrived at the doorway.

Boyd sat on a bench by the door, engrossed in the book in his hands.

"How about it?"

Boyd asked.

"Yes, I've already contacted Miss Levy Billar and even got her autograph. Unfortunately, Miss Jacqueline is performing right now."

Locke shrugged.

"That's okay, that's enough."

Boyd ignored Locke's joke; it wasn't the first time people had teased him about Jacqueline.

The two rode in a carriage back to the Sixth Bureau of Investigation.

Upon entering the investigators' lounge, Boyd took out the silver pocket watch, Dream Heart.

“Locke, the Heart of Dreams can take you into anyone’s dream. You can see Levy’s truest thoughts in her dream, and even interfere with her dream, affecting reality. We have two things to do now. First, find out who gave Levy the red shoes as a gift. Second, find a way to get Levy to take off the red shoes willingly.”

Locke nodded slightly.

"What needs to be done?"

"Hold the Heart of Dreams in your hands and silently repeat three times in the Dragon Language, 'Let me enter Levy Bilal's true dream.'"

Locke took the Heart of Dreams from Boyd's hand and murmured, "Let me enter Levy Bilal's true dream."