NOVPUBThe night had deepened, and the hubbub on Brielda Broadway Central Square gradually dissipated.
The main lighting of the opera house had extinguished, leaving only a few gentle night lights, casting a layer of pale golden afterglow upon the contours of this magnificent building.
In front of the theater, the last few spectators were reluctantly saying their goodbyes.
"Tonight’s performance was absolutely fantastic."
"I think when the original work is re-released, they should consider changing the plot."
"By the way, have you heard of those two actors before? They were so talented. If there wasn’t a war, they would be touring the whole country."
They discussed the wonderful performances they had just seen in low voices, with the afterglow of excitement still lingering on their faces.
Inside the lobby, the Brielda Opera House began its routine closing work.
Footsteps echoed in the empty auditorium, and occasionally the clacking sound of seats being folded could be heard from afar as the staff tidied up the audience seating area, carefully dismantling the sets.
In the backstage area, the actors had already removed their makeup and left.
The lights in the dressing rooms turned off one by one.
On the first floor, a long corridor had only a few rooms still lit with a faint glow.
The theater’s second floor was still as bright as it had been during the day.
"Miss Abigail, we’re very grateful that you’re willing to meet with us alone."
Lanci and Talia had finally received the invitation to meet with Abigail in this opera house.
Through the half-open curtains of the window, a rather spacious mansion terrace could be seen.
Its interior ground area was roughly equivalent to the entire performance hall of the opera house, blending the styles of the Divine Era hall and a modern library, a space exclusively owned by Abigail, which was also her current residence.
"Who exactly recommended you two to me?"
Abigail covered her forehead, her pure silvery-gray hair tumbling down like a waterfall, shimmering with a metallic luster under the light.
Her black off-shoulder evening gown was precisely tailored, fitting the contours of her exquisite figure. A black gemstone necklace encircled her neck against her fair skin. At that moment, she was leaning on a sofa, apparently suffering a severe headache.
It wouldn’t be right to blame these two. After all, they had saved the day; otherwise, it would have been her going on stage tonight.
But those two.
Asked to act, they actually dared to agree!
Abigail still had palpitations to this moment and was terrified.
They really were amateurs, relying solely on luck, psychological quality, and the coincidence between their own personas and the character settings to deceive all the audiences without mishaps!
"It was Mr. Barton, the Mafia’s Barton Hall, who recommended we come to see you."
Lanci replied politely.
Talia silently nodded, sitting beside, not uttering a word, focusing her spirit on sensing the space around.
Its complexity had far surpassed that of the Bulida Mafia’s underground Silver Palace.
The domed ceiling was about fifty meters high, painted in a style similar to that of the opera house’s auditorium, but the walls were surrounded by dark brown solid wood bookshelves, extending to the ceiling, each filled with precious musical and theatrical literature, not a single book on Magical Engineering, which made it difficult for Talia to imagine how disdainful Abigail was of her talent in Magical Engineering.
Apart from the countless antique collections, the center where they were seated consisted of an ancient-style sofa and coffee table in the Vensi Free Federation style, with an exquisite set of silver tea service on the coffee table.
A faint scent of sandalwood permeated the air, and a liquor cabinet on one side of the wall displayed various high-end spirits and crystal glasses. The whole space was bathed in the warm glow of brass-colored lighting, affording a view over the entire Broadway Central Square from the terrace outside. n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖
Yet, things were not as simple as they appeared on the surface.
Every patch of the wall was covered with space series barrier curses that she could not comprehend.
Abigail, the Seventh-Order Spatial Enchanter, had average combat capabilities herself.
But within her meticulously constructed base, the situation would be entirely different.
Talia had initially been very reluctant to enter such a dangerous and unknown territory.
However, discerning that Abigail’s invitation contained no hostility, she still agreed to come with Lanci.
"Barton? You’re his acquaintances?"
Abigail sat up a bit, scrutinizing Lanci and Talia. She hadn’t expected Barton to have just saved her life.
"Yes, this is a token from Mr. Barton."
Lanci took out a silver cross pin from the pocket of his gray overcoat and placed it on the glass of the coffee table in front of them, sliding it towards Abigail.
"It is indeed his."
Abigail picked up the pin, observing the light it refracted, murmuring in thought.
According to her understanding of Barton, he would not lightly hand over his personal token to others.
Although she had a unique communication channel with Barton, it was not suitable for demonstration in front of others or for letting anyone know of its existence. Thus Barton must have considered their mutual rules before deciding not to contact her directly.
"Do you need something from me?"
Abigail handed back the silver pin, her tone lightening as she asked.
"The two of you must not be ordinary people, right? I can tell you’re both very strong, especially her."
She pointed at Lanci, then turned towards Talia.
These two were certainly not ordinary.
She shouldn’t be unaware of their names.
But no matter who they were.
Since they had helped her immensely, should they need her assistance, she would be obliged to help in return.
"It’s like this, Miss Abigail,"
Lanci spoke, shedding his disguise.
"I am actually Professor Landry from Saint Kray Temple Monastery. I encountered some trouble today, so I had to change my appearance to come to the opera house to find you."
