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It was dusk in Fryer's town, the moon was rising, and the sun had not yet set. Light and shadows were scattered across the sky, lavishly giving a golden edge to every passing cloud.

With this moment as the dividing line, Flair entered the night, but for many people, this was just the beginning of the day.

To the accompaniment of saxophone, a flamenco dancer in a red dress dances in the square.

Limousines with golden family crests on their fronts drove out of luxurious mansions all over the city, passing through the crowded streets on their way to their respective destinations.

The dignitaries in the capital of the Principality of Lipton always live in a social scene of music, art and elegant women. Fleur seems to be much more passionate, free and decadent than Yalai.

Countless theaters were brightly lit, and the ribbons decorating their signs fluttered wildly, as if a bride's wide skirt and veil were dancing in the night breeze.

A new play was being performed at the Metropolitan Theatre in the center of the city. Everyone said that this was the capital of art, and only plays that were a huge success here would be publicly performed on the mainland, just like the "La Bohème" that Wei Xi had heard before.

The theater was decorated with large bouquets of red roses, with a gradient from light red at the edges to deep red in the center of the bouquet. The petals had a fat luster and satin texture, the color of venous blood before it coagulated, quietly submerged in the smoky white gauze.

Wei Xi carried her violin case and randomly found a clean hotel. She paid for three days' stay. The owner looked at her but didn't pay much attention to her. Every day, countless young people came to the Flair, eager for a chance to become famous overnight. A plain-looking cellist was so ordinary that he didn't need to be remembered specifically.

There was a gramophone playing records in the hall. The singer's voice was extremely moving, with the youthful hoarseness unique to the voice change period, as if singing about the love and sorrow of youth. It was not until Wei Xi walked to the third floor and closed the door that he was able to block out the singing from his ears.

The room was furnished like a normal hotel. She checked around and found nothing unusual. She drew the curtains and locked the door. She looked down at the time.

It is now 8:20 in the evening. Her mission lasts for one week, but Wei Xi only left herself three days.

A tool must have the best performance to stand out. Wei Xi still has a life-threatening system task to complete. She cannot leave any chance for being replaced, and she doesn't want there to be other candidates for the Saint behind her.

She had to be the best, irreplaceable in every aspect.

After putting away her suitcase and carrying her violin case, Wei Xi locked the doors and windows and went downstairs. The boss behind the counter smiled politely, and Wei Xi responded with a standard smile. Amid the melodious music, the boss in a dark green ruffled dress greeted her: "Hello, miss, are you going out for a trip? Remember to come back before 12 o'clock."

"No, ma'am, I just want to find a place to have dinner and practice my cello." Wei Xi shrugged and touched the big thing behind him.

"Well, I recommend you go to the Denton Restaurant on Golden Daisy Street. The signature dishes are pan-fried veal and pea soup. The taste is wonderful. The Metropolitan Theater is nearby, and the square in front of it is very lively."

"Denton Restaurant? I'll give it a try. Thank you for your reminder." Wei Xi opened the door of the hotel and walked to the completely unfamiliar street with the sound of a silver bell. She behaved like any other young girl wandering outside, hesitant, timid, but determined to move forward.

The gazes from behind disappeared, and a mounted policeman passed by her. Wei Xi tidied her hair, walked to the bus stop, and waited quietly for the bus.

Public transportation in Flair is similar to but different from that in Randim.

Lendim is just a small town supported by the mining industry. It is dark and cold like the raw stones underground. However, Forair has a kind of bustling and gorgeous atmosphere beyond the machinery.

The golden ivy decorations, the huge enamel car emblem, the fiery red vehicle number, these tall metal objects are polished as if they were coated with a layer of silver. The steam engine inside spews out thick white smoke, and the precision machinery makes a velvety and delicate friction sound.

"Go to Golden Daisy Street." Wei Xi said to the ticket seller.

After paying the fare, she got on the bus and found that there were many passengers and there were only a few empty seats. Wei Xi didn't care and simply stood and waited.

There is a truly beautiful scene outside the car window: fireworks fall like flowing water, bright as light and sweet as snow; the worldly affairs weave silk threads back and forth, the brocade is so beautiful that it destroys one's eyes.

Wei Xi is an outsider who doesn't fit in. She doesn't see beauty, but an extremely cold road map. Today, she has to find out the surrounding environment of the Metropolitan Theater and the police rotation situation, and plan a suitable escape route.

Her gift of futuristic vision is currently in the second tier, and after determining the future through the displayed elements and seeing the results, the holder must also witness "that moment" with their own eyes.

She had to be there to see the death of the Grand Prince, only then would the future be truly fixed.

Of course, Wei Xi could also set different preconditions to create different results. It is not impossible for the Grand Prince to die accidentally, but such an attempt would take time, and the mission information required "try to succeed the assassination in public." This was a warning to the Principality of Lipton and also an opportunity to throw dirty water on the Korba Federation.

The war tears off all the hypocritical veneer that disguises peace, leaving only the filthy inside. All conspiracies are exposed to the sun and have nowhere to hide.

Stop after stop, she finally heard the words "Golden Daisy Street".

Wei Xi got off the car and walked about a hundred meters along the crowded area, then he saw the sign of Denton Restaurant shining in the night.

The whole street is filled with the aroma of food and the hustle and bustle of the city. The buildings are decorated in similar yet different ways: the carvings on the doors, the images of angels on blue and yellow tiles in the corridors, the arched windows, the patios with dark red tiles covered with green moss, and the aroma of the coffee machine.

Wei Xi walked to the second floor and before ordering, he looked up and saw the black bronze carved iron gate at the entrance of the stairs on the third floor.

The third floors of all the restaurants on this street are not open to the public and only serve certain important people. Wei Xi remembered this and ordered pan-fried veal, pea soup and mushroom risotto as recommended by the boss.

Someone is playing the violin downstairs, and the melodious music echoes in the classical restaurant illuminated by gas lamps. The beef with fine fat fibers emits a rich and fragrant aroma after being roasted at high temperature, and the dark brown surface is covered with gravy.

Wei Xi slowly finished eating the beef, and while it was still at the right temperature, he scooped a spoonful of risotto into his mouth. The unique taste of the mushrooms, the spices, and the rice, all mixed together with the equally distinctive sauce poured on top, was simply incomparable.

After finishing his meal comfortably, Wei Xi went to Muse Square outside the Metropolitan Theatre.

Tomorrow is the Art Festival of the Principality of Lipton. A large number of foreigners have come here early for vacation and party. The Grand Duke, as the spokesperson of the court, has also made an appearance to share the joy with the people.

He would take a limousine from the palace estate to Muse Square, give a speech, then go to Golden Daisy Street to choose a restaurant for dinner. After dinner, he would go to the Metropolitan Theater to listen to the opera and meet with nobles.

The schedule is packed, and the route is clear, which also means a strong security force.

Even if the Kafa Empire looked down on this fence-sitting principality, it was still a serious state machine. If it wanted to escape unscathed after assassinating the Grand Duke at the art festival, it would at least need a support team and a careful plan...

Wei Xi wouldn't have this.

——Intelligence brings hope, and companions share pain. While these bring strength, alleviate pain, and warm the heart, they also make people lose the opportunity to transcend despair and surpass themselves.

Wei Xi set up the cello, sat on the stone bench in the square, and played a tune. The music was like a lingering past, reminding people of the sweet and stubborn love like a sugar bud that exists in this world.

Some people sang along with her, some danced ballet to the music for more than ten minutes, their blood-red skirts fluttering open like wounds, but no one knew that the skilled cellist came here to kill people, that there were mechanical weapons hidden in her cello and that she was planning murderous music in her mind.

The highest point in the city center is the tower next to the City Hall, which is an excellent lookout point from where you can overlook everything.

Unfortunately, the Grand Prince's guards are not useless. The lookouts among them will immediately observe various potential danger locations and select towers as sniper points.

She wandered the busy streets for the entire evening, finding several optimal routes and many shadowy blind spots to prevent snipers from locking onto her.

After finishing the preparations, Wei Xi returned to the hotel before twelve o'clock. The boss finally locked the glass door, satin shoes lifted the wool carpet, dust flew in the light, she opened the curtains, looked at the city in the night from afar, her eyes were empty and thoughtful, hoping that tomorrow would be a good sunny day.

At 7:30 in the morning, the sky was high and blue, without a trace of cumulonimbus clouds. Wei Xi, still with that disguised face, pushed open the window.

She was well aware of the surrounding environment. The design of these buildings revealed the beauty of an artist who did not understand life. The layout was quite complicated. The houses behind the hotel had been uninhabited for a long time and happened to be in front of Wei Xi's room, with lush vegetation on the eaves.

She reached over the wooden window frame, broke off a withered branch, and placed it diagonally in the vase on the table. Then she rubbed her red nose and eyes, and went downstairs with a pale face to ask the boss for a cup of hot water.

"Are you feeling unwell?" The boss handed her another piece of brown sugar.

Wei Xi put the candy in her mouth and drank a mouthful of hot water. She spoke with a nasal tone and a hoarse voice: "Maybe I was too excited last night and was exposed to too much wind. I need to rest today."

"Want to call a doctor?"

"No, I brought some medicine. I'll be fine after taking it and taking a good sleep." Wei Xi took out some money to buy some bread and sausages made by the boss himself, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I can't participate in the art festival. God bless me, I will feel better tomorrow."

The art festival is a good opportunity for these foreign performers to become famous. The boss patted Wei Xi's shoulder sympathetically and said, "Have a good sleep. The servants in the guest room will not disturb you. You will definitely get better soon."

Wei Xi smiled at her gratefully, carried the food and water bottle in the wicker basket, returned to his room, closed the door, and his weak look disappeared in an instant.

She changed into combat clothes, made the bed so that it looked like someone was sleeping there, took the guns out of the cello, assembled them, and picked up a suitcase containing various finishing touches.

There was a brass pipe outside the window.

Wei Xi stepped onto the windowsill, closed the curtains, grasped the pipe embedded in the wall, and jumped down lightly. With the help of the pipe, he quickly descended to the first floor.

When she was about two meters from the ground, she let go of the pipe and landed steadily on the ground with an inaudible sound.

She began to move in the dark alleys of the residential area, very strangely, without any pause, as if she had rehearsed it countless times, accurately interweaving between the residents' actions, and rushing to the Metropolitan Theater without anyone noticing.

Wei Xi placed her fingers on the edge of the roof, and her strong arm strength pulled her body upwards. Her coordinated limbs enabled her to make the most precise movements, and from time to time she leaped over two rooftops that were not too far from each other.

The gift of future vision was activated non-stop, and Wei Xi's brain processed a vast amount of information every second, but she acted without the slightest hesitation, as if she could accurately predict everyone's next behavior - even if that person did not appear in her field of vision.

Finally she came to a hotel at least a thousand yards from the Metropolitan Theatre, where red-clad waiters were listlessly cleaning up the mess of last night's banquet.

Their boss had already arrived in front of the Metropolitan Theater a block away early in the morning to prepare for the arrival of the Grand Duke. High-ranking nobles rode in limousines, and lower-ranking nobles at least rode in ordinary cars, but today everyone had to travel on foot, and Muse Square was packed with people.

The rest of the people who are left to look after the house are the unlucky ones who are not valued.

The top floor of the hotel is also not open to the public. Only nobles of the rank of Marquis and above can stay there. There is also an open-air sky garden in the center of the top floor - after all, this is still the property of the Grand Duke.