Noble Villa [Whistling]

Gorgeous Rococo style, exquisite luxury, with a crazy temptation, as if to let everyone indulge.Complicated dresses, mysterious masks, the confusion that conceals the truth.

Only now did Edgar understand that No. 118 San Angel did not refer to a house, but a large gathering similar to a park.Much like a masquerade, everyone who comes and goes wears a mask.But more chaotic than Masquerade, here the boundaries between people seem to disappear completely.Whether merchant or aristocrat, friend or foe, prostitute or lady, everyone can dance together.

Several teenagers with an average age of less than 15 years old were dumbfounded, especially Edgar who rarely went out.Although he always felt that he had good control, he was at a loss in this colorful banquet.

"Try it casually, anywhere, and you will definitely find surprises." Ala said with an ambiguous smile, as if hinting.

"I don't know, but I think it's better for everyone to go together." Roy looked overly flustered.He kept avoiding it, but he didn't know the reason.

"It doesn't matter, you will be separated sooner or later anyway." Ala said indifferently, completely ignoring Roy's nervousness.

Roy actually didn't really want to be with everyone, he just didn't want to get separated from Bolton.He knows how easily a normal 15-year-old can get lost.

Even if he is as noble as Roy, when he meets someone he really cares about, he will think about himself first.

"We didn't come to listen to the opera, so let's go." Locke said naturally when he saw the theater not far away where people were coming and going.

Bolton also saw it. Although he didn't know what the song was, the people who came and went seemed to be in a good mood, so he didn't express any objection.

"Your vision is much easier to use than your brain." Ala said with a meaningful look at Locke.

Locke scratched his head, not knowing what expression he should make now is normal.

But Ala didn't wait patiently for Locke to figure it out, he first picked out a black mask and walked in.Everyone followed, Edgar got a silver one, Bolton and Roy got a gold one.Locke didn't want to wear a mask at first, but was stopped by the guard, so he took a feather mask and put it on.

The theater was crowded, but there was still enough room to accommodate.Edgar instantly felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think of what was wrong.Everyone was seated, and the theater was almost silent, waiting in silence.

When the lights were turned on, the curtain was pulled back at the same time.

The actress has perfect beauty, but her acting skills are almost unbearable.Obviously lip-syncing, even the shape of the mouth is hard to get right.Edgar, who has always believed that he has a gentleman's legacy, really finds it unacceptable. He looks around. In the darkness, people's eyes seem to be shining.

"We might as well go to a puppet show," Edgar sarcastically said.Although not loud, it sounds incredibly loud in a quiet theater.

Ala glanced at him with strange eyes, and Edgar seemed to see a flash of unknown emotion in it.Before he could see clearly, Ala turned his head and stared at the stage without responding again.

Roy has been paying attention to Bolton's reaction. Bolton looks bored, and Locke waits excitedly, his eyes are no different from those of the people sitting below.Edgar vaguely felt that something unusual might happen.

Even Allah, who has always been picky, listened with such interest and earnestness. Edgar felt that he was either blind or deaf. He turned his attention to the stage again, and many people appeared on the stage, all young and beautiful women.But as with the lead actress, it's a soulless show with an abysmal plot.

Edgar wondered, what was so good that everyone chose to ignore all of this?

Just when Edgar was thinking seriously, the surrounding environment changed again.The men who were holding their breath let out exclamations, and Edgar looked towards the stage.At this moment, he also suddenly knew why he felt everything was so strange.