Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

To be honest, it was the first time for Graya to perform in front of so many people.

After all, the opera house in the royal capital has ticket and seat restrictions, but this makeshift open-air stage does not have such restrictions.

However, despite the large number of people, the scene was still orderly, because Graya saw uniformed soldiers maintaining order.

Unlike the soldiers in other territories who were hunched over and relied on armor and weapons to intimidate others, the soldiers here stood straight with their heads held high. They were very eye-catching just by standing in the crowd, not to mention that these soldiers were tall and strong, with an imposing manner.

Moreover, maintaining order does not rely on deterrence. The residents here obviously respect the soldiers very much, and no one would be so blind as to provoke them.

To be honest, when Graya saw these soldiers for the first time, she even suspected that the governor here was like those fashion-conscious nobles in the royal capital and had started keeping male lovers.

But when I saw the disgusting couple Graya in the first row, I knew that this was unlikely.

Before the opera began, Lena was already sleepy. With a dazed look in her eyes, she hugged Linde's arm and leaned on his shoulder, ready to sleep.

Linde waved to the servant to bring a cloak to cover himself and Reina, and leaned his head on Reina's head, ready to watch the show.

It was in stark contrast to Tia who was sitting elegantly beside her.

The two paid no attention to etiquette at all, and were more like newlyweds on their honeymoon, but thinking back on the rumors about the governor, perhaps true nobility does not follow etiquette, but defines it.

Most people in this territory were the same and didn't know anything about the etiquette for watching an opera. When Greya appeared with the magic loudspeaker, the whole audience cheered and applauded. It was very noisy, but Greya did feel the enthusiasm of the people, which was a completely different feeling from when performing in a theater.

The first opera performance ended quickly. There was no conspiracy or hint. Everyone was enjoying the story. Of course, people standing in the back row might not know what was going on, but at this time, the atmosphere was there.

After all, this is one of the few entertainment activities in the territory. In the past, it was unimaginable to go out and exercise in winter, let alone listen to opera.

Graya was putting on makeup in the makeshift backstage. Because of the protection of the soldiers, no one had the courage to rush backstage.

Normally at this time, there would definitely be nobles coming to the backstage through various channels to ask for a meeting or send flowers, but after Graya finished putting on her makeup, she knew that probably no one would come backstage this time. Graya, who could not wait any longer, said hello to the person in charge and slipped out of the backstage rest area.

After asking the soldiers around, I found Lind and Lena gesturing at a corner of the park nearby.

"If I use the current primary color sand magic container, I guess I can't carry this thing."

Reina and Linde squatted on the sand with a branch in hand and drew without any manners.

"Besides, it's still too heavy, and the engine itself doesn't have enough power, so it probably can't be transported long distances."

Lind nodded. "The efficiency of converting magic power into kinetic energy is still too low. We must continue to optimize the algorithm. However, we can use the magic obelisks in various places to supply them in the future. In this way, we may be able to connect the entire territory."

Looking at the simplified train from another world on the ground, Lind felt that he was too greedy. He was ready for a 100-meter sprint just after learning to walk. After all, the application of magic engines in the territory was still in the early stages. However, Lena was extremely surprised by Lind's idea and worked out several plans overnight.

The final result is that it is feasible, but it needs to be recharged at the local obelisk every time it arrives at a place. To reach the stage where it can be truly passable and used for civilian purposes, we may have to wait until the magic engine using the next generation of algorithms comes out.

It was not until Graya was stopped by the guards that Lind noticed that the big star actually came out for a walk during his break.

"Is there a problem?"

Linde's attitude was still as cold as before, and Graya's attraction to Linde was not as great as the simplified train that he and Lena drew on the ground.

Come on, that's the first train in the other world.

"Governor, I want to talk to you about sores."

The guard looked at Lind, who nodded slightly, and Graya was let in.

"I heard that there are more and more patients with sores in the capital, right?"

The three of them found a secluded corner and started chatting.

"Yes, and most of them are children and young people, so Governor, if you have any methods or special medicines to treat sores, I hope you can sell some to me."

In fact, there is no specific medicine at all. It is just holy water with some herbs added to make it impossible to recognize its original appearance. The treatment process is the same as the current aesthetic style of gray and white-collar workers, with strong force and heavy dosage.

It's fine as long as it's within Lind's control, but if Graya takes it back to the capital, it will probably be exposed immediately that this is holy water.

After thinking for a while, Linde refused and said, "I only protect my people."

Before Graya could say anything else, Lind said directly: "There is still some time before the next performance, come with me."

Soon, Linde brought Graya to a church, which was modeled after the Cathedral of Our Lady of Succor, but it was only a mini version.

"Your Majesty the Governor."

Flora came out to greet him and bowed humbly.

"I told you not to be polite."

“This is necessary etiquette.”

"Ok."

Linde sighed and said, "Call everyone over."

Graya didn't quite understand what Lind wanted to do, and she saw masked nuns slowly gathering in the hall, along with many ordinary people with bandages on their faces or wearing masks.

When Lind asked these people to take off their masks, Graya finally understood. These people had familiar scars on their faces or other parts of their bodies. Although they had all healed, it was not difficult to imagine what kind of torture these people had experienced based on the range of the scars.

"This is?"

Graya looked at the young nuns and the civilians with their heads lowered in front of her with some shock and distress. Only then did Graya remember where she had heard this name before.

The Scarlet Saint of the North.

Although Flora had been criticized to pieces in the capital, and no one cared about the whereabouts of this former quasi-saint, she was a well-known figure after all. Graya could vaguely overlap Flora's scarred face with the portrait that had been reported in the newspaper.

Linde casually recounted what happened at the Cathedral of Our Lady of Salvation, and then said lightly, "Thinking back, did the sores only start to appear after the demons entered the capital?"

In an instant, some details in Graya's mind seemed to come together.

"vomit!"

After listening to Flora's supplementary description of the symptoms at the time, and remembering that she had once funded the demons, Graya could not help but dry heaving.

In the following few games, Graya's condition was not good, although the audience below was still very enthusiastic.

Sometimes people are like this. Once they have made up their mind, many details will unconsciously match up. Graya can now be completely sure that it was the demons who released the disease in the royal capital. They even used the demon children as carriers to infect themselves.

Fortunately, the spread of this sore is not stable, and Graya still feels scared when she thinks about it.

The next day, Lind returned to the mansion to have lunch and discuss with Lena the current application of trains in mines, but he saw Graya appear at his dining table, having a heated discussion with Tia.

"Hasn't the Nightingale Opera already left?"

Linde frowned, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Didn't you ask that two opera teachers be retained?"

"I don't remember your name being one of these two teachers."

"That's right, but the evil governor coveted the sweet voice of the nightingale and used this as an excuse to detain Miss Nightingale."

Graya raised her knife and fork elegantly and looked at Lind.

At least in the short term, Graya doesn't want to return to the capital.