Played by the orchestra, the overture ends while waiting for the audience to take their seats.
"Gentlemen and ladies! Our performance today is about to begin!"
Before the curtain opened, a man with a white dove mask on his face, a tall and thin figure, and a voice as loud and clear as a radio host stood in the middle of the stage, opening his arms diagonally upward.
It's like praising the sun wholeheartedly, and embracing the night sky reflected from above the open-air theater.
Under the grand lights of Leipzig, the night sky is no longer pure black, but a chaotic color between deep blue and deep purple.
The audience in the audience was very polite - they did not cheer loudly, but applauded enthusiastically.
The applause continued for a long time. Even in the VIP room above, some faint sounds could still be heard.
The decoration mode of the White Dove Opera House is like a watch with a strange shape but lacking hands.
The main stage below is a bright crescent moon, and the audience is in the dark space facing the crescent moon.
On the second floor, there are twelve large rooms protruding inward, of which the rooms at twelve o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, and nine o'clock are particularly huge. In addition, there are forty-eight smaller balls.
type room.
If someone can look down from above, they will find that the spectators are dotted on the dial like diamonds one after another; and sixty VIP rooms make up the rest of the dial.
At this time, the honey badger is staying in the VIP room above.
The room she was staying in was a luxurious VIP room at six o'clock. Because the "meniscus" on the main stage was located from ten o'clock to four o'clock, this was basically the best place to watch the movie.
One of them.
The soft crimson carpet is eye-catching as if soaked in blood.
But the room was not as resplendent as the honey badger thought - it was rather mysterious and low-key decorated in dark tones.
In the purple-black room that looks like the night sky, there are large amethysts dotted one after another. The strange pink light leaches from those amethysts... The feeling that falls on the body is as gentle and ambiguous as a murmuring sigh.
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The honey badger stood at the front of the room, wearing a well-fitting butler's attire, holding a half-full wine glass.
This place was like a diving platform, the furthest away from the "shore". However, she did not feel any instability or shaking at all.
Almost all of the wall in the front half of the room is made of transparent glass. But according to the manager, this glass is one-way... you can see the outside from the inside, but you can't see the inside from the outside.
The voices of the host and the first opera singer on stage could be clearly heard directly in the room; however, the voices of the audience were suppressed to the lowest level - if she was not an extraordinary person who has adapted to the path, she would not be able to detect anything other than the applause.
Noisy noise.
There are two knobs near the wall, which can respectively adjust the one-way visibility of the glass and the sound emission in the auditorium.
Just as the honey badger was overlooking the entire opera house with an indifferent gaze that was almost indifferent, the crimson curtain opened.
Facing the stage, also at the nine o'clock position behind the auditorium, the foggy gray wall suddenly became clear.
I saw only a few human figures vaguely seeping out from the glass wall - they were several bodies clinging to the wall, ambiguously entangled together. Among them, the male figure stretched out his hand towards the wall, seeming to be turning
The knob...and then the glass became further transparent.
At this time, the singer was singing the opening song of the prologue, and the action in the room also became intense. The man pressed one person's hands against the glass window from behind with both hands, and there were others on his left and right sides.
The two girls cling to it like a tangle. The action in this scene seems to have a certain lens language, like another dazzling drama.
From the singer's point of view, she could obviously see all this - but she didn't look strange at all. Instead, she showed a sweet smile in that direction, and along with the elegant transposition, she jumped towards the direction like a deer.
The other side is hidden behind the scenes.
Then, it was like an invitation, kicking off the extravagant and chaotic prelude——
Under the watchful eye of the honey badger, the VIP rooms in the other three directions also lifted their line of sight. Different plays were staged one after another like a show off, and the sixty VIP rooms covered with a layer of fog took over and the lights came on.
It went out again.
From the honey badger's perspective, all this is as absurd as a fast-paced puppet show. Each room is like a window, and each window plays out a different drama of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
Some are the ecstasy of pleasure for both parties, some are the torture of the blood slave, some are showing the wonders of being bound, and some are the guests showing off their proud bodies alone... among these guests
There are men and women, and their blood slaves are also male and female, and their number and dress are all different. Almost every room only lights up briefly for a few seconds and then dims again, forming one fleeting impression after another.
Deep afterimage.
Rather than watching the opera being sung on the stage, the distinguished guests seemed to prefer watching the "mime" performed by each other.
Under this strange scene, the opera singers cannot panic or hesitate at all. They must perform everything perfectly, and they cannot react to what they see - although they are so wild that they are almost crazy, but in theory, all this
It's all secret.
Watching those rooms light up and go out constantly, like the signals of a lighthouse flickering on and off.
——Some viewers noticed all this, while others didn’t.
The honey badger, however, still stood at the front with a blank expression, holding up the red wine.
"……gentlemen."
Of the two bunny girls brought in by "Mr. Ezio" before, the smaller one had the courage to come over.
The other one realized that the honey badger was in a bad mood, so he hid behind the smaller one.
One call didn't make the honey badger turn its head, so she called again with a slightly louder voice: "Mr. Ezio..."
The honey badger turned around and looked at the two girls with indifferent eyes.
At some point, they had washed their bodies and put on another set of clothes - although they were also bunny girl clothes, this set did not cover any key parts.
Their bodies exude the fragrance of fruits and light wine, and their skin shows a beautiful pink color.
"Mr. Ezio, is this dress okay? Do you still need to change it?"
The girl murmured softly.
She looked outside with some worry and asked: "We don't need to turn on the visibility here?"
"Is it usually necessary?"
The honey badger glanced at her and asked.
The sharp, knife-like gaze made the girl shiver involuntarily - she had never seen such a sharp gaze. It didn't look like she was trying to cut off her clothes from her body, but rather like she was trying to peel off her skin...
…
"This is probably... to confirm each other's identity. The atmosphere in Leipzig is sharing and openness. People who are too selfish will be rejected by others."
The older girl saw that her companion was silent, so she had to answer in a low voice: "So, it's best..."
"so."
The honey badger replied simply.
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Suddenly, she threw out the wine glass she was holding tightly in her hand and smashed it against the wall.
The glass wall was unexpectedly not broken. In other words, the honey badger's delicate force caused the glass to shatter all over the place, but not a single piece of broken glass hurt the girl, nor did the wall suffer any damage.
The blood-red wine was spilled directly on the glass, briefly hanging on the wall and forming a gorgeous painting.
The sound of the glass breaking suddenly frightened the two girls - the younger one's legs gave way and fell to the ground, while the older one was pulled by her and half-knelt on the ground.
The honey badger just pulled his tie a little crookedly, and then directly unscrewed the visualization.
She reached out and brushed the bright red wine on the wall, smeared it on the glass wall, drawing a bloody handprint, and slowly clenched her hand tightly.
She maintained her deathly cold eyes and expression, standing at the front with her chest raised and her head raised. Behind her were two girls who were half-kneeling and sitting on the ground, their eyes blank.
The murderous intention without any distracting thoughts made her silent and serious middle-aged man look somewhat dangerous but rational.
The evidence is that after this - several of the female guests in the VIP room opened the visualization of the walls of the private room, boldly blew kisses in this direction or showed off their figures.
The honey badger did not avert his gaze, but carefully looked at everyone who invited him - and saw the bright red light shining in the eyes of every such female guest.
After she remembered all the faces of these children of the moon, she finally nodded.
She had no expression on her face, tilted her head slightly with a stern expression, and licked the remaining red wine on her hand, indicating that one day she would drink all their blood. Then, the honey badger reached out and turned the visualization knob back to off.
"Is this... the White Dove Opera House?"
The honey badger murmured in a low voice: "It's really not suitable... to let that 'eldest lady' come here. I must be responsible for her purity with my life."
The middle-aged man's solemn and deep voice, as magnetic as a killer, made the honey badger look like a stern housekeeper at this moment.
"...Not really."
The slightly older bunny girl reacted.
She said in a low voice: "It doesn't have to be that kind of service... After all, we are here mainly for customers. If the eldest lady comes to play, it doesn't have to be a boy... We can also provide the service.
Or there are options to simply satisfy the 'satisfaction craving', or even entertainment such as playing cards or chess...
"...And among us, in addition to those who understand these, there are also those who understand music, painting, and acting. Those opera singers will occasionally come here part-time. Recently, the Earl has also recruited a group of people who understand politics, economics, literature, and
A supernatural being who understands alchemy, demonology and necromancy... can talk to guests about too serious topics."
...The Earl of Leipzig is quite considerate, and I don’t know what he went through.
The honey badger shook his head silently.
She knew that these people regarded themselves as the kind of "paternalistic housekeepers".
But in fact, honey badger refers to the true identity of "Miss Aleister".
The fiancé of Isabel, the "Iron Queen" of Avalon, and the rumored girlfriend of the current pope of the Theocracy. No matter what, she cannot appear in such a chaotic and depraved place. The dangers and variables this brings are too great.
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The honey badger turned around and sat on the soft sofa.
She took the wine from the girls, took another bite of the fruit fed by the girls, and then asked, "How long have you been here?"
The older one consciously stood behind her and gave her a gentle massage, while the smaller one skillfully got into her arms.
"This question is generally not allowed to be asked."
The slightly younger girl said: "But you are a distinguished guest, so it doesn't matter - I have been here for about half a year."
"...It's only been half a year, have you already adapted to this environment?"
"Because of the kisses from the Moon Children."
The girl whispered, opened her collar, pulled the honey badger's hand in, and showed off the hot "hickey" on her chest. It couldn't be seen from the outside because it was covered by the heavy clothing.
"Once kissed...the body can no longer live without blood. This is a poison more poisonous than any other poison."
The honey badger narrowed his eyes slightly, and his murderous intention towards the Moon Child became even stronger.
"Then have you ever thought about it," Honey Badger asked casually, "What are you going to do next...?"
"After that..."
The girl paused for a moment, with a beautiful light of hope on her face: "If possible, I hope to be adopted home by a Moon Child."
"...Is it just that?"
"This is already a luxury for us."
The older girl replied softly: "We are all dead... We are lucky to be alive."
"Dead person? What do you mean?"
The honey badger was stunned for a moment, then asked.
The older girl looked to be in her twenties or thirties, and it was still possible for her to commit any capital crime at this age.
And that girl... looks like she is less than twenty years old. Why did she become a "dead person" at her age?
"money."
The little girl replied simply: "Because the family has no money - the family's debts have reached a level that cannot be paid off anyway. So we can only come here... The Earl of Leipzig is a very nice person and will give the family a large amount of money."
The money is used as 'employee placement fee'."
"...Human trafficking?"
The honey badger murmured: "Isn't this the slave trade during the empire?"
"That's not the case. We all do it voluntarily."
The older bunny girl said seriously: "At least here, we can maintain a safe and decent life... This is a job for us. It is better than death, let alone saving our family.
"No one is forcing us to go this way... and no matter how much debt we have, the Count of Leipzig will at least help us write it off. We are not sold by family members, and the Count will not accept such people. We are all
It's voluntary...it's just a job that is very dangerous and difficult to get home from."
...Is this the desire to give?
Honey Badger's heart moved, and she vaguely realized something.
Through this method, the blood slaves who will apply for the job will at least be "good people" with a desire to contribute...
And just then.
The honey badger suddenly heard a scream.
She frowned slightly, picked up the girl in her arms and walked directly to the front.
She saw chaos in the auditorium - she followed the audience's gaze and quickly found the source of the chaos.
That's one of the VIP seats on the second floor, the VIP seat at three o'clock.
The visibility knob there is turned to maximum.
And the broken corpses were scattered all over the ground.
