Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Opera Hall.

Light and shadow diffuse, virtual and real interlaced.

Everyone in the audience forgets that they are watching the opera now, as if they are already in the opera and become a soldier on the battlefield.

The cold wind slashed on his face like a knife, causing bursts of stinging pain, and he could clearly smell the stench of blood mixed with mud from his nose.

My body is very tired, I just want to lie down and sleep quietly.

The bonfire made a crackling sound, sparks burst out, and the crimson light brought a little warmth.

Someone trembled and took out the dry food from his arms, which was already soaked in blood and stained with a strange purple-black color, but silently stuffed it into his mouth and chewed slowly.

A few stars loomed in the dark blue sky, and the distant skyline was dyed with a crimson glow.

Dawn is approaching, but it never comes.

Fu Qing silently wrapped the wound on her arm with a bandage, and stood up with her long sword. Sen Leng's armor was covered with a thin layer of dewdrops.

The soldiers gradually gathered, and everyone was silent except for the rustling footsteps, which were quite striking before this silent dawn.

The towering imperial capital stood quietly in front, and the towering spire pointed to the sky.

Two bright moons hung in the night sky, with a strange pale white color.

The large ones are a bit abnormal, and the wood grains all over them can be clearly seen.

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble faintly.

The sudden change made everyone's expressions change slightly, and they didn't know what was going on.

Fu Qing took a deep breath, looked at the imperial capital in front of her with solemn eyes, clenched the weapon in her hand, and an invisible flame slowly rose.

The closed door was directly impacted from the inside, as if the roar from **** suddenly appeared, resounding in everyone's ears.

I don't know what the enemy is like, all I can see is the crazy surging darkness.

As if the tides of the deep sea swarmed, irresistible.

Everywhere along the way, everything was completely eroded by darkness.

The soldiers who had died before stood up staggeringly again, with a black ominous aura lingering on their bodies, and raised their weapons towards the former Pao Ze.

The sudden change caused a commotion.

No one expected such a change. The instincts of the creatures are urging them to flee and leave here.

The brief commotion quickly subsided, and no one backed away.

Soldiers raised spears, shields intertwined, mages cast barriers, forming an impregnable wall, standing in front of the dark tide.

Darkness swallows everything.

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"...Actually, I think you might be more honest." In the corridor, Mu walked side by side with Grace, and the sound of light footsteps echoed.

"Frank?" Grace blinked.

"I don't know if you've heard of such a sentence." Mu turned his head and looked at it, "It's hard to see the real face of the mountains when you are in the mountains. Only people who are not in the mountains can recognize the peaks. majestic and steep.”

Grace thought about it.

"I haven't experienced this, and the advice I gave you is just from my point of view. I hope it can be helpful to you."

"I...seem to understand what you mean."

A smile appeared on Grace's face, and she thanked her seriously.

Mu just smiled and didn't care.

Seemingly aware of something, the pointed ears trembled a few times, and turned to look in a certain direction.

"Speaking of which, what is the name of the opera tonight?"

"The Night of Faras." Grace replied, and she seemed very good at talking about this topic. "This is one of the operas that our Rose Opera Troupe is best at. It has been appointed by the royal family of Rose Duchy, and many nobles of the empire are very good at it. The Lord came to St. Nea to watch this opera."

"It sounds amazing, you guys value this visit very much." Mu said.

"Of course." Grace smiled softly, "Donald had been busy preparing for a long time when he came, for fear that something unexpected might happen. He can't take it when something goes wrong."

"It's okay, don't be so nervous." Mu laughed.

"By the way, the "Night of Fallas" in this performance is actually not the same as the original." Grace suddenly thought of something.

"What's the difference?"

"I don't know if you have seen the original version. At the end of the opera, the war is won, the dawn of dawn comes, and then there is no more." Grace said.

"I know that." Mu nodded lightly, "I have read the relevant history books, and the descriptions of the battle in the books are vague, and none of them clearly explain what happened. But not long after the war ended, The Faras Empire, which existed for countless years, was quickly destroyed."

"That's right." Grace apparently knew this, "but Donald said he found this part of the history and wanted to add it to it."

"What history?" Mu Lai became interested.

"I don't know, he's acting mysterious." Grace spread her palm helplessly, "I asked him several times, but he always knew when he told me. Since he didn't want to tell me, I would I didn't ask any further questions."

Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

She remembered what Oxia had said before, about the promotion ceremony held by the Annihilation Cultists.

Judging from Grace's words, there is a high probability that it is part of the revision of the opera.

"Fortunately Elizabeth didn't come..."

Mu mumbled softly.

"Night of Faras", probably the content is the night of the fall of the Faras Empire, in which the protagonist is Elizabeth.

The Virgin of War of the past, the Lord of Lichs today.

Mu felt that if Elizabeth saw these things that she didn't want to recall at all, it would be impossible to runaway, but no one could have imagined the consequences.

This is also the main reason why there are not many operas in the City of Steel on weekdays.

"What?" Grace didn't hear Mu's words clearly.

"It's alright." Mu smiled and shook his head, not explaining the meaning in detail.

Fortunately, Grace didn't care much. The two of them had already arrived at the backstage of the performance stage without knowing it. There were not many logistics staff, but they also showed a busy scene, as if they were debugging various equipment. .

"Where's Mr. Donald? Where is he now?"

Mu looked around, but didn't see Donald.

As the head of the Rose Opera Troupe, it stands to reason that he should stay here and be responsible for directing and responding to various emergencies.

However, as the top opera troupe, the Rose Opera Company should not make such low-level mistakes. It seems that there is not much difference between Donald's presence and absence.

"He is in charge of the magic control on the stage." Grace pointed to the top.

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