The Terra Travel Diary of Neither Sacred, Rhea, nor Terra

If there is anything special about this scene, it is that it is too ordinary...it is just an opera house.

There were just no audience, no actors, and not even anyone to clean the place.

As Miku looked at the opera house with a playful look, the earth spirit beside him suddenly spoke:

"I seem to have seen this place before..."

After attracting Miku and Kristen's attention, the Earth Spirit continued:

"It seems that this is what the Witch King's private opera house looks like."

"Of the Witch King?" Kristen repeated the words of the Earth Spirit.

"Yes, it's the Witch King's private one..." The Earth Spirit said, "Although there are so many seats, all the performances are only for the Witch King."

"None of the other audience members who were invited here have ever appeared again."

The earth spirit's trembling tone made the opera house hall, which was originally very quiet because no one was around, become gloomy.

"Then...how did you know that?" Christen asked the Earth Spirit after a moment of silence.

Among the legendary figures in the world of Terra, the Witch King of Letania may not be the most legendary, but he is definitely the most terrifying one in the past hundred years.

The Witch King's Originium skills can not only resist natural disasters, but also transform into natural disasters and directly detonate the Originium in the enemy's body on the battlefield.

The vanguard of the Gallic Empire's invasion of Lethania was once detonated in this way by the Witch King sitting on a high tower.

At the same time, the Witch King's rule over Leithania is cruel and terrifying.

This is also why almost no one mentions the Wizard King anymore after he was overthrown by the current ruler of Letania, the Twin Queens, and other wizards in the Tower.

If it was a private opera house for terrible people, why would the earth spirits have seen it?

Christen knew very well that in Leitania, the level of Originium skills directly determined social status.

And the Earth Spirit's Originium skills... are only average compared to normal Leitanians.

Could it be that the earth spirit is very accomplished in art?

"Now the opera house has been converted into a museum. I visited it once when I was a child." As if knowing what Christen was wondering about, Di Ling immediately explained.

"Oh." Miku and Kristen both put aside their doubts at the same time, and the theater hall, which had been gloomy because of the words of the earth spirit, became less gloomy.

"Compared to other opera houses, what's so special about the Witch King's private opera house?" Miku asked the earth spirit.

"Is it special? Let me think about it." Because he had only been there once when he was a child, Di Ling took a while to find the story about this opera house from the depths of his memory and said:

"The Witch King cast a constant spell on his private opera house, allowing it to play music without any instruments."

To put it simply, the Witch King transformed his entire private opera house into an oversized musical instrument.

As if to cooperate with Di Ling's explanation, as soon as Di Ling finished speaking, a passionate organ sound suddenly rang out in the quiet opera house hall where no one was around.

Following the piano music was a symphony whose tempo suddenly slowed down.

Judging from the number of musical instruments, the symphony that requires at least dozens of people to play together echoed in the theater hall.

On the stage, a crimson curtain slowly fell to the sound of music.

As the curtain fell, the lights in the theater hall began to go out layer by layer starting from the outside.

When the curtain fell completely, the only light left in the entire theater was the circle around the performer and the chandelier on the ceiling that was still emitting a faint light.

The moment the organ sound rang out, the earth spirit let go of Miku's arm and raised the staff in his hand.

Although Kristen still held onto Miku's arm, she raised her other hand, ready for battle.

The only thing was that he had no preparation for battle... At least it looked like he had no preparation for battle. After the curtain fell, Miku asked the earth spirits who were waiting for battle:

"Where does the wizard king usually sit?"

"Ah?" After a pause, he realized that Miku was asking his earth spirit. He kept a vigilant posture and dug deep into his memory and said:

"It seems...if I remember correctly, the Witch King is in his

I always sit in the third row in the middle of the opera house.

"You're not going to sit in the private room?" Miku looked towards the place mentioned by Di Ling after a moment of curiosity.

It is indeed a very good location, right in the middle of the theater.

Once someone sits in this position, people in other positions, even those sitting high up in the box, will be overshadowed by this position.

After making his evaluation, Miku raised his head and looked at the chandelier facing this position.

It’s not big, but it’s enough.

Miku smiled and said:

"Let's sit over there, then."

Having said that, regardless of whether the two ladies agreed or not, Miku walked directly to the position belonging to the Witch King.

After everyone was seated, Miku asked the two ladies sitting on his left and right, "Would you like something to drink?"

"?" Drinking during the show? Are you a Victorian who drinks even in diplomatic occasions?

"It doesn't necessarily have to be wine." Miku picked up the golden wine glass, sucked the deep red liquid that was poured in at some point and said.

"..." Looking at Miku's actions and the color of the liquid in the gin glass, Christen and Di Ling shook their heads in refusal almost at the same time.

"What a pity, but it doesn't matter." If I drink this little bit, I can save a lot of trouble later. Of course, it doesn't matter if I don't drink it.

After taking a few sips and not drinking too much, Miku placed the gin glass with most of the liquid still in it on the BT beside him... To be more precise, he fully deployed the radar and placed it on the BT who was pretending to be a tray above his head.

As the gin glass was placed on the tray with a slight sound, the symphony that had been so low that it was almost silent sounded again, and the curtain that had just fallen slowly rose up.

Along with it, the announcer's voice also sounded:

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to tonight's show!"

"Tonight, we will witness scenes of true tragedy and hypocritical comedy."

"Tonight, we will see cries of joy and laughter of sorrow."

"A foolish wise man will go crazy over a trifle, while a shrewd fool will turn a blind eye to a mountain of gold."

"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing."

“Now, the show begins!”

The passionate announcement ended with applause, and Miku, who was sitting on the Wizard King's seat, also raised his hand and applauded.

Regardless of the content of the play, at least this announcer is quite professional.

The two ladies, who didn't understand why Miku was applauding, turned their eyes to Miku at the same time.

"You're all clapping, aren't you?" In response to the puzzled looks, Miku just said, "You can also applaud."

"All?" Christen suddenly realized that the applause that had just calmed down seemed to come from more than one person, or even more than dozens of people.

It was completely like a full house of audiences.

Di Ling and Kristen also reacted and looked around quickly, but still could not see any other spectators.

"If you can't see it, just pretend it doesn't exist. Now's the audience's time." Miku said indifferently.

However, the more indifferent Miku was, the more Kristen and Di Ling felt that there seemed to be something on the empty seats around them.

Could it be a ghost? Thinking of the words of the "adventurer", both Kristen and Di Ling felt a little scared.

According to the tradition of the Terrans, a source stone skill should be thrown over at this time.

But Miku didn't move, and the two of them were in a dilemma about whether they should test it out first.

While Kristen and Di Ling were struggling, the curtain opened completely and dozens of toy puppets of various shapes appeared on the stage behind them.

Each of these toy puppets is about one person tall, and their limbs are controlled by thin strings hanging from the beams on the stage. The puppets' bodies also seem to be covered with various patches due to severe damage.

I don’t know if the material used for the patch was old or if the red paint bottle was broken while sewing it.

These patches all have some scarlet color to a greater or lesser extent, like traces of old stains.

"Puppet show? Oh no, it should be called puppet show." Miku nodded and said.

After watching for a while, I found that there was no dubbing except for the music. It was just the performance of these puppets controlled by thin strings. Miku added:

"It's still pantomime."

38: Boring and Interesting

Mime is one of the most difficult types of drama to perform because it requires exaggerated body movements to show the characters' personalities, emotions, states, and communication with each other.

Puppet pantomime is even more difficult, even with an orchestra that constantly changes the rhythm to set off the beat, it is still difficult.

After all, if a puppet is controlled by a thin string and made to do exaggerated movements, it will easily become deformed and fail to achieve the desired performance effect.

However, the puppet pantomime that Miku and the other two watched avoided this point very well. It even made reverse use of the puppets to perform bizarre movements that far exceeded the capabilities of human joints, making the already cruel plot even more cruel.

If the performers were not these puppets holding knives, saws and scissors, but real people, the stage would be covered with blood and limbs scattered everywhere.

Yes, every play performed by these puppets is a tragedy within a tragedy, or a tragedy within a tragedy.

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For example, there was a poet who wrote countless masterpieces, but was ridiculed for his fat body and ugly appearance. In the end, he became depressed due to too much ridicule and accidentally killed the only person who understood him.

There was another sculptor who was admired not for his achievements but for his handsome looks. Feeling that his life was denied, he became crazy and took up a butcher knife and attacked those who admired him.

There are all kinds of things, no matter what the plot is, there will always be a pile of puppet parts left on the stage.

Perhaps tragedy varies from person to person, but tragedy is certain.

And because the performance was so "real", the earth spirit next to her was already concentrating on the performance on the stage, picking up the staff at hand and putting it down again from time to time, and there was no sign of the cautious look she had before the performance began.

Miku turned his head and saw some shadows gradually approaching the neck of the earth spirit, so he blew a breath behind the earth spirit.

The blown air dispersed the shadow behind the earth spirit and also lifted a strand of hair.

If it had happened before, Miku's behavior would definitely have caused the Earth Spirit to make a fuss, but now the Earth Spirit has been completely attracted by the show in front of it and has lost its vigilance towards everything around it.

To put it another way, the soul has been hooked away... Although Miku feels that if he looks at it for a while longer, his soul may really be hooked away.

"What happened?" Kristen, who was not like an earth spirit, saw Miku's actions and immediately asked.

"Helped our little lamb." Miku retracted his gaze from the earth spirit and said to Christen.

“??? Is it dangerous?” Christen quickly realized what Miku was saying and sat up straight.

"It's not too dangerous, but a normal person could easily lose his life watching this kind of performance." Miku said with an indifferent expression, and patted Christen's thigh gently.

Well, it’s made of metal, and feels the same as when you pat Xiao Hui’s thigh.

Christen, who had not yet developed the sense of touch in her new body, did not react much to Miku's actions... If she had, it would probably not have been a big reaction, because her attention was now entirely on Miku's words "normal people can easily lose their lives."

Seeing Christen's nervous look, Miku said with a smile:

"Your soul is now protected by me. These influences cannot affect you. And even without my protection, I don't think these things will affect a Star Pioneer."

His words were full of trust in Christen.

Although Miku felt that if Christen really encountered this situation, she would not sit down obediently and walk into the trap like she did now.

After all, Kristen used to be a boss.

As if they realized that their performance did not impress Miku and Kristen, the dolls on the stage performed even harder and the plot became even more cruel.

Gradually the tragedy disappeared, leaving only the blood.

The stories described have also turned into various killer legends.

At the same time, every curtain call with a bloody ending was accompanied by thunderous applause in the theater.

Finally, when the earth spirits also raised their hands stiffly and wanted to applaud, Miku paused with the scepter in his hand and said loudly:

“So boring!”

The music stopped, the toy dolls with swords and sabers on the stage stopped their movements, and the applause was interrupted.

The Earth Spirit suddenly woke up, turned his head with bloodshot eyes and looked at Miku in surprise:

"What just happened?"

"Nothing happened."

"??? I..." I couldn't come up with anything after talking for a long time. I only remembered that I seemed to have had a dream just now, a warm, sweet and exciting dream.

"Blood is sweet, and it's warm when it splashes out. The excessive secretion of adrenaline can also make people excited." Miku explained what happened to the earth spirit in a very rational tone.