Don't confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 757 Lan Qi was misunderstood as a comedian

 The night has deepened, and the hustle and bustle in the central square of Brilliant Broadway has gradually dissipated.

The main lighting of the Opera House has been extinguished, leaving only a few soft night lights, which cast a light golden glow on the outline of this majestic building.

 In front of the theater, the last few audience members were leaving reluctantly.

 “The screening tonight was fantastic.”

“I think the plot should be changed when the original work is republished.”

“By the way, have you heard of these two actors before? They are so capable. If there was no war, they would not be touring the country.”

 They talked in low voices about the wonderful performance just now, with the aftertaste of excitement still on their faces.

 In the hall, the Brilda Opera House began its routine closing process.

The footsteps in the performance hall echoed on the empty ground, and occasionally the click of seats being retracted could be heard in the distance. It was the staff who were tidying up the auditorium and carefully dismantling the scenery.

 In the backstage area, the actors have taken off their makeup and left.

 The lights in the dressing room were turned off one by one.

 On the long corridor on the first floor, only a few rooms were still dimly lit.

 The second floor of the theater was still as bright as day.

 “Miss Abigail, thank you very much for your willingness to see us alone.”

 Lanchi and Thalia finally received an invitation to meet Abigail at the opera house.

 Through the half-open window with curtains, you can see a quite spacious mansion terrace.

Its internal area is roughly equivalent to the performance hall of the entire opera house. It is a space that combines the style of a divine palace and a modern library. It is exclusively owned by Abigail and is her current residence.

“Which friend introduced you here?”

 Abigail covered her forehead, her pure silver-gray hair pouring down like a waterfall shining with a metallic luster under the lamp.

She wore a black off-shoulder evening gown with well-cut fabric that fit her exquisite figure. The black gemstone necklace around her neck reflected her fair skin. At the moment, she was leaning on the sofa and seemed to have a very migraine.

It is definitely not possible to blame these two people. They saved the scene no matter what, otherwise she would have to perform by herself tonight.

 But they are both.

Ask them to act, and they actually dare to agree!

 Abigail still has lingering fears and is extremely scared.

These are really two amateurs, relying solely on luck, psychological quality, and their compatibility with the characters, they managed to fool the audience without any danger!

“It was Mr. Barton, Mr. Barton Hall of the Mafia, who recommended us to come to you.”

Lanci replied politely.

Thalia nodded silently, sat aside without saying a word, and concentrated on sensing the space.

The complexity has far surpassed the silver palace beneath the Brilda Mafia.

The dome-shaped ceiling is about fifty meters high and is painted in a style similar to that of the opera house performance hall, but the walls are surrounded by dark brown solid wood bookshelves that extend to the ceiling. Each bookshelf is filled with precious music and drama documents. , there is not a single book on magic engineering, which makes it difficult for Talia to imagine how disdainful Abigail is for the talent of magic engineering.

In addition to countless antique collections, in the center where they sat was a set of sofas and coffee tables in the style of the ancient West Wing Free Federation. On the coffee table was an exquisite silver tea set.

The air is filled with a touch of sandalwood. The wine cabinet on one side of the wall displays a variety of high-end wines and crystal wine glasses. The entire space is lit with warm brass tones. The terrace overlooks the entire Broadway Central Square.

 However, it is not as simple as it seems.

Every wall is covered with space-based enchantment incantations that are difficult for her to understand.

Abigail, a seventh-level space magic craftsman, has poor combat capabilities.

  But if it is in her carefully constructed base, the situation is completely different.

　　Thalia was originally very resistant to entering such dangerous and unknown territory.

However, after judging that Abigail's invitation was not hostile, she still agreed to Lan Qi's coming.

 “Barton? Are you acquaintances of him?”

Abigail sat up and looked at Lanqi and Talia. She never thought that Barton happened to save her life.

 “Yes, this is the token Mr. Barton gave me.”

Lanci took out a silver cross brooch from the pocket of his gray coat, placed it on the glass of the coffee table in front of him, and pushed it to Abigail.

 “It’s really his thing.”

Abigail picked up the brooch, observed the light refracted by it, and murmured thoughtfully.

From what she knew about Barton, he would not give his personal tokens to others easily.

Although she and Barton have a unique communication channel, it is not suitable for displaying it in front of others and making its existence known, so Barton must have considered the rules between them and did not contact her directly.

 “What do you want from me?”

Abigail handed back the silver brooch and asked in a more relaxed tone.

"You two are definitely not ordinary people. I can see that you are both very strong, especially her."

She pointed at Ranchi and then towards Thalia.

 These two people are definitely not in the pool.

 She must have heard their names.

But no matter who they are.

Since these two people have helped her a lot, if the other person needs her help, she should also help them.

 “That’s right, Miss Abigail.”

 Lanqi said, taking off his disguise,

“I am actually Landry, a professor at St. Creation’s Monastery. I encountered some trouble today, so I had to change my appearance and come to the opera house to find trouble.”

 He gradually changed back to Landry with black hair and blue eyes.

When she heard the three words "Landry", Abigail's eyes trembled vaguely, and her breathing rhythm also began to change vaguely.

 “Landry, Professor…?”

Abigail smiled hesitantly and asked him.

“I’m very sorry for concealing my identity, but we were definitely introduced by Mr. Barton.”

Lanqi believed that even if he didn’t explain clearly, Abigail could probably guess his purpose—

 He needs her support from the Imperial military.

 “It’s okay, it’s okay, why are you apologizing?”

Abigail kept a hundred percent smile and waved her hand.

　　…“Of course I have to apologize.”

 Lanqi felt that Abigail didn’t seem to be angry, so he continued to speak,

“Maybe there was some communication error when we met you, and we wanted to help you as much as we could, so that’s why it happened like that.”

 He couldn't see what Abigail's attitude was.

Abigail seemed to understand, but did not completely believe him, with a hint of sarcasm and coldness that was almost perfectly hidden. In other words, at this moment, she was completely alienated from him on some level.

Thalia stared at Abigail, unable to read what Abigail was thinking now.

“Professor Landry, so you hope that I can help you promote your influence in the imperial magic engineering community and make you personally more valued by the imperial military, is that right?”

Abigail asked straight to the point.

 “That’s right, that’s right.”

Ranchi also admitted.

 “Can I ask a question first?”

Abigail did not answer yes or no, but put her hand on her chest, bowed slightly and asked him with interest.

"Excuse me."

Lanqi nodded.

“How did you manage to become enlightened in recent times and put forward a series of principles such as magic energy fission? I want to ask you first...”

Abigail spoke unhurriedly.

　　　…”

at this time.

Thalia seemed to be keenly aware of the subtle changes in the air, and her golden eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance.

Abigail's smile still hung on her lips, but the depths of her eyes became cold and sharp.

Her fingers gently caressed the black gemstone necklace, and there was a dangerous atmosphere in the air.

The hands of the antique clock just passed eleven o'clock, and time stood still at this moment. Both Lanqi and Talia felt an invisible sense of oppression, which made their heartbeats accelerate suddenly.

In an instant, the lights in the banquet hall flickered, and all the candles started to sway. "what are you doing!"

Thalia quickly stood in front of Lanqi, protected him, and turned around to catch Abigail. She knew that at this moment, Abigail was no longer the friendly conversation partner just now, but a An enemy through and through!

Suddenly, a low and long resonance, like the morning bell in ancient sacrificial rituals, trembled in this small area.

Sound waves spread in the form of visible ripples, stirring up layers of ripples in the air, tearing the still space and time into countless fine cracks.

The opera manuscripts collected on the bookshelf moved without any wind, and the portraits of famous actors in the gilded photo frames seemed to come to life, watching this sudden change with a scrutinizing gaze.

Thalia almost reacted instinctively, trying to help Lanqi block the space magic that had reached the eighth level.

This magic power is not strong. She will only be slightly injured by the spell triggered by the high-level magic device, but Lan Qi will never be able to withstand it.

However, the gears in this space turn relentlessly.

When Thalia was about to use her spiritual magic to control Abigail and receive the spell triggered by the black gem necklace, the space suddenly distorted and a mirror about two meters high appeared silently out of thin air.

Thalia felt a sense of weightlessness. Her feet, which had once been able to dance on the stage, could not find the point of exerting force.

"orchid…!"

Before her voice could be conveyed, she passed through Lanqi's increasingly transparent outline, as if catching a wisp of morning fog that was about to dissipate. When her sight returned, there was only nothingness left.

The room is still this room.

 But neither Lanci nor Abigail was missing in front of the sofa.

 “Lan Qi, can you hear me?”

Thalia looked left and right.

 She suspected that she had been isolated to another channel in this space, and would not be able to return to where Lanchi and Abigail were before it was lifted.

 “Don’t worry about it! She can’t hold me for long!”

She shouted anxiously that no matter how much damage was done, the world felt like she was the only one. She could only shake it gently and could not find the core coordinates of the space node.

The facts confirmed her guess. She was obviously close to Lan Qi, but she couldn't get a reply from him.

 …

 In the original room.

 The fluctuations of space magic gradually subsided, and the vortex disappeared without a trace.

The second floor of the Brilda Opera House fell into dead silence again, and everything just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Lan Qi sat alone in the middle of this magnificent mansion.

The scent of flowers that always accompanies Talia still seems to remain in the air, lingering with a vague aftertaste of magic, reminding Lan Qi that what just happened was not an illusion.

 “Miss Abigail? What are you doing?”

Lanchi asked Abigail, who was facing a sudden attack.

The other party seems to have no further intention to attack him for the time being.

 Or maybe he felt that after eliminating Thalia, he also lost most of the threats.

 “You are really in a good state of mind…”

Abigail sneered and crossed her legs.

"who are you?"

She squinted at Lan Qi and asked.

 “I’m Landry.”

Lan Qi said firmly.

Just like when Nicholas Kestrel, the section chief of the Imperial Special Operations Division, asked him, he could not give the second answer.

 “It’s boring if you’re still lying.”

Abigail seemed to feel ridiculous and raised her head.

"how you said that?"

Lan Qi asked her puzzledly.

 His eyes scanned the room.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and every sound was like a cruel mockery of him.

Even though he didn’t admit it, he had a vague hunch in his heart that Abigail might not be fishing. The fact that she took action against the stronger Thalia so decisively meant that she should have evidence.

“Landry is my junior brother, do you think I won’t recognize him?”

 Abigail's eyes gradually became stern, and she no longer had the patience to listen to lies from this impostor.

"I have long felt that it was impossible for Landry's level to achieve this level. In other words, given him ten years, no, even a hundred years, he would not be able to come up with such a thorough overview of fire and seals. , Now I am very sure that his identity was taken away after he was killed."

Her voice became more and more filled with hatred, and her fingertips dug into her palms.

“Wait, Landry’s murder had nothing to do with me.”

 Lanqi quickly explained.

 He now realizes that the problem is serious.

 Let’s not talk about why Abigail is Landry’s senior sister. If you put these things together, he seems to have become the real murderer of Landry from Abigail’s perspective!

 The token from Barton must have been deceived by him using Landry's identity, and Barton's reputation is no longer easy to use.

Maybe it was because he and Thalia had been so comical in the theater that they didn't look like bad people, so Abigail gave him the last bit of face and didn't take action directly.

“Then tell me, how is my junior brother Landry doing now?”

Abigail stood up, put her foot on the coffee table, looked down and asked him.

 “He...may not come back.”

Lan Qi choked.

"Okay, since you admitted that he was killed, you also knew that he was killed, and you said that you are not the murderer, then tell me who the murderer is?"

Abigail no longer has the temperament of an opera director, but has become an aggressive interrogator.

"is that one…"

Lan Qi was speechless and choked again.

 He can't sell the allies.

If Abigail uncovers the traces of Miss Unity, the Allied spy, and submits it to the Empire, then he Lanqi will truly become an honorary Imperial member.

"Ah."

Abigail sneered and moved her feet from the coffee table.

 She was too lazy to talk nonsense with this funny man anymore.

Hand him over to the right person, and you can naturally pry out his information.

Abigail took out a magic card with pink brilliance, touched it lightly and put it to her ear.

Lanqi looked at the communication card in Abigail's hand in surprise.

That's exactly like the one Landry has.

 “What’s your… number?”

Lanchi asked while sitting on the sofa and looking at Abigail.

Abigail glanced at him and didn't reply. She only focused on the communication in her ear, waiting for the connection.

 A few seconds later, noise came from the pink translucent communication magic.

“Teacher, come to the opera house. I caught a big fish. Your guess is correct. There is something wrong with Landry.”

Abigail preached quickly to the other end.

“But I am investigating something very important, and it takes a lot of effort to send it over.”

The communication magic card lit up intermittently, and a faint male voice came.

 “Come over if I ask you to! How can there be so much nonsense!”

Abigail shouted towards the communication magic.

　　　…”

The other party didn’t dare to speak anymore.

"good."

 Thus he said.

 Abigail then hung up the communication.

 (End of this chapter)