As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Red spots of light once again gathered around Malfoy, like countless flying fire crows.

However, at this moment, the severely injured old man smiled nonchalantly.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant. Your strength is meaningless before the might of our Lord!"

Strange crunching sounds came from all directions.

In the darkness, countless pairs of green eyes lit up.

Chapter 13 The Curtain

When everyone saw the figures in the darkness clearly, they couldn't help but gasp.

Those were skeletons covered with clothes one after another!

"Undead?!"

"He, he transformed the people in the museum into undead creatures!"

This scene of desecration of life shocked and angered everyone.

Malfoy couldn't help but frown, but still shouted, trying to stabilize the morale of the troops.

"Everyone calm down! They're just undead creatures, there's nothing to be afraid of...!"

The great magician raised his head and was surprised to find two pairs of round, dark green eyes staring at him in the darkness.

That looks like a... dragon? !

The next moment, the huge monster roared suddenly, raising a huge wave and attacking Malfoy.

The sky at the southernmost end of the commercial street suddenly became majestic.

On the street, a young man who was shopping with his girlfriend suddenly felt something and looked up at the southern horizon.

"Did you hear anything?"

"Huh? There's nothing."

"Really? But, I seem to hear some strange roaring noises."

Of course he heard it right.

The fluctuations from the fight between Malfoy and the cult priest almost tore the concealing barrier apart, causing a trace of breath to leak out.

But Malfoy had long since forgotten to notice the barrier.

Now most of the museum's top ceiling has disappeared, and the entire museum is shaking as if it had been swept by a storm.

Almost all the red magicians were injured, and several were even corroded by the power of the cultists and fell into coma.

Even Malfoy himself was covered in dust, his clothes were torn, and he looked a little disheveled.

But what he couldn't accept the most was that Kalman from the [School of Undead] actually ran away right under his nose!

Looking at the mess in front of him and recalling the brief fight just now, Malfoy's face turned ashen.

He was still careless.

His most fatal mistake was that he was distracted by the skeleton soldiers around him and failed to notice the big guy controlled by Kalman.

That's a specimen of a two-headed flying dragon!

Otherwise, how could a mere Source Level 4, equivalent to a Sequence 7 Fallen, dare to appear so brazenly in the city?

The damn cultist used undead magic to turn them into his puppets, not only catching them off guard, but also escaping in the chaos.

Unlike Warcraft and demons, the former are powerful but lack wisdom, while the latter are calculating but profit-driven. Cultists are often crazy and do not care about the cost, making it difficult to judge with common sense.

Letting a cultist go in the city is like dropping a bomb on a crowd of people.

Just now, the Blue Trial incident happened. If I cause trouble again, the reputation of the society will be in tatters, and I will be held accountable.

Thinking of this, Malfoy could no longer bear it.

"You guys take a moment to tidy up, I'll catch up first."

A wizard asked weakly, "Sir, do you know where he went?"

Malfoy's face darkened and he took back the foot he had just taken.

He never thought that a cult priest could escape from his hands, so naturally he didn't think of leaving a mark in advance.

Malfoy said stubbornly: "It doesn't matter, I'll just follow the scent."

"I have no intention of doubting your tracking methods, but..."

The brown-haired girl walked forward slowly, smiling faintly.

"In the melee just now, I was lucky enough to leave this on the enemy. Perhaps it can help you, sir."

Lyanna raised her little hand, and a dark shadow snake appeared in her white palm.

The little snake stuck out its tongue in a certain direction, apparently indicating a specific direction.

Malfoy glanced at the girl in surprise: "Well done."

Although it was a bit ridiculous for a great wizard to ask students for help, Malfoy did not care about that. After accepting the little snake, he set off in a hurry.

In the sky above the academy, the skeleton of the two-headed dragon did not fly far before it slid down and landed steadily on a building with an elegant horizontal and horizontal structure and a white dome.

There is an anti-air barrier in the academy. If you fly down, you will be beaten into a sieve by the anti-air magic inside the barrier.

In fact, he was exposed even in this flight of less than a minute.

But Kalman didn't care.

He descended from the flying dragon and looked at the rotten strange bird flying towards him. He said in a muffled voice, "So-called orthodox magicians are nothing more than this."

"You're making too much noise." The strange bird let out a hoarse cry. "The False King's Blood is in the academy. If you make any noise now, it will only alert him."

"Isn't this exactly what you want? To notify us to come to the Citadel, so as to divert the attention of various forces from you and give you a chance to breathe?"

The strange bird, its purpose revealed, fell silent, flapping its wings blankly, looking a little embarrassed.

But Kalman shook his head and smiled.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care."

"On the contrary, I want to thank you for helping me sneak into the school."

"There's no need to rush for the false king's blood. Before that..."

Kalman lowered his head, his empty eyes cast at the crowd pouring into the theater below, and a sinister smile appeared at the corners of his dry mouth.

"I will first spread the grace of my Lord to the ignorant mortals!"

The old man raised his hands high in the air, excited about this long-awaited missionary experience, but he had no idea that a small snake was emerging from his shadow, observing his performance with great interest.

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The Blue Moon Theater, as the name suggests, is a theater under the Blue Moon Chamber of Commerce.

The entertainment industry of the South China Sea country is the best in the world, and its opera performances are also unparalleled, with a place for everyone from the nobility to the common people.

Especially in this age of entertainment scarcity, opera is one of the few joys that people talk about with great interest.

The Blue Moon Theatre is quite large and is divided into several theaters. There will be different opera performances at the same time, and the audience can choose their favorite performance to watch.

"Alice, is there anything you'd like to see? You have to choose it yourself this time." Roy paused. "It would be boring if you don't pick an opera you like."

"As long as..."

Roy, who had anticipated this, immediately shook his finger and interrupted the spell: "I want to see the opera that Alice likes."

“So you have to choose for yourself this time.”

Roy knew in his previous life how painful it was to watch a movie he didn't like.

If you choose a movie you like, even if you don't like it, Alice will probably not have a reason, she just feels that she is keeping you company.

But where's the fun in that?

It was Roy's first time to see the opera, and he hoped that Alice would not always focus on herself and concentrate on enjoying the opera performance itself.

Alice uttered a "wu" and turned her gaze to the play list hanging high in the courtyard, thinking.

Although Vizzea does not have the movie trailers of its previous life, there is still a simple text introduction on the repertoire, and the troupe members will also promote it verbally in the audience.

To Roy's surprise, Alice, who had never been good at making decisions on her own, made up her mind quickly this time.

"Alice wants to see that, what do you think, Master?"

Roy glanced over and caught a glimpse of the name of the play.

Gray Maid.

Judging from the introduction, it seems to be a romance drama.

Alice is a girl after all.

While sighing, Roy smiled knowingly: "Not bad, let's take a look at this."

Chapter 14 Gray Maid

The theater has a vast stage and spacious seats with comfortable velvet cushions. The theater alone can accommodate hundreds of people.

Roy chose a suitable position, which allowed him to see the details on the stage clearly, but was not too close to make it inconvenient to see the whole picture.

In fact, with Roy's financial resources, he could spend some money to upgrade to a higher-end VIP box, but since it was her first time, Roy still wanted Alice to have an ordinary viewing experience.

There’s no rush to upgrade to a private room next time you come.

Roy and Alice arrived and took their seats. Not long after, the lights dimmed and the entire theater fell into silence.

Then, the curtain rose and soothing and elegant music echoed.

Roy had never been exposed to drama in his previous life, but now he found it quite new.

The actors' extraordinary props can release various special effects, the costume design is also quite exquisite, and as for their acting skills, there is no fault to be found.

The only thing that Roy wanted to complain about was the plot that felt like déjà vu.

An ordinary little maid accidentally meets a noble young master.

Although a maid, her sincerity and kindness touched the heart of the noble young master. As master and servant, they gradually developed feelings for each other as they interacted day by day. However, the gap between their classes was destined to be an unbridgeable chasm between them...

Just a few minutes into the show, Roy inexplicably felt that the play was extremely familiar.

Sure enough, the routines of romance stories are similar no matter which world they are from?

But it's nice to watch occasionally.

But the key is not yourself, but whether Alice likes it.

Roy stole a glance to his side.

The little maid stared at the stage intently, as if she had been possessed.

Seeing Alice watching so seriously, Roy couldn't help but laugh.

As long as she likes it.

Alice didn't think too much about it at first, but she chose this show simply because the word "maid" gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

However, the moment the curtain rose and the play began, a whole new world opened up to her.

Gray, the gray maid in the story, is simply herself.

Like herself, Gray had an unfortunate background and lived a dull and bleak life. Until one day, she met a kind young man, and her life finally became colorful.

How similar is this to the encounter between me and my master?

But it was not just the opening encounter, the emotions revealed in the Gray Maid's every move, every frown and every smile made Alice immersed in it and unable to extricate herself.

Gray, the gray maid, initially showed only respect for her master, but her kind master was so gentle, always giving her unexpected pleasures. Having received such kindness, Gray wanted to repay her master, so she diligently learned cooking, accompanied her master on walks, and gave her whatever insignificant gifts she could. Whenever these small rewards made her master smile, it was the ultimate happiness for Gray.

However, gradually, she was no longer satisfied with this and developed an inexplicable and strange feeling.

She longed for more attention from her master, more touches, and more time alone with him. Although she had already found happiness, she still couldn't help but long for more.

However, because his master had other women around him, he was secretly depressed and fell into deep self-blame and doubt.

Gray is sunny and cheerful, and her personality is completely different from her own, but Alice feels as if she has seen another self, and she can empathize with the sweetness and depression, happiness and confusion of the gray maid.