Two days later, Boom was practicing the healing circle in his room when he saw a fluorescent white flower suspended in mid-air, constantly emitting magic fluctuations.
After improving the shape of the magic circle, Boom not only didn't feel any discomfort, but felt it was extremely comfortable. Even the speed of ventriloquism casting was a bit faster.
However, the room seemed a little bloody at this time, because for practical considerations, Boom finally decided to use animals to assist in training.
I saw a few poor gray rabbits, repeating the process of being cut and healed. But Boom, as the instigator, had no mercy.
Breaking limbs can be treated; cutting off ears can be treated; piercing the abdomen can be treated. But if you cut off the head directly, there is no way to recover.
Finally, after several days of experiments, Boom finally mastered the healing circle. But Rikka often regarded it as a lullaby, just because she felt that it felt very peaceful.
Everything returned to normal, and Boom stood in the small courtyard, enjoying the long-lost leisure time. Although he didn't like the sun, he was more afraid of the cold.
Rikka cleared the plates and quietly stood next to Boom. Although she didn't know what Boom was doing, she was used to imitating him.
"Aren't you going out today?" Boom asked with a wry smile. He also knew this little habit of the other party, but he couldn't understand it.
"Brother, are you driving me away? They are just criminals." Liuhua replied angrily.
"Then don't always imitate me. I have to pee now, standing up." Boom made a rare joke, then turned and walked to the toilet.
"Brother! You...you are so angry!" Liuhua was stunned when he heard this, and then ran into the house with a red face.
A moment later, the two sat across from each other in the room. Boom kept laughing with them, while Rikka huddled herself in the bearskin blanket.
But both of them have smiles on their faces, because this is their life, no one disturbs them, it is a bit dull, but it is full of warmth everywhere.
"Brother, I heard that castrato singers are going to perform at the High Court Opera House today, and I want to go and see them." Dai Mao kept shaking in the air, clearly revealing Rikka's mood at this time.
"Opera House? I can accompany you, but let me tell you first, I don't understand those things." Boom is a complete poor man. Even as an intermediate magician now, he has never been to that kind of place.
place.
"Really, what a coincidence, people have already bought the tickets!" Rikka emerged from the bearskin blanket with a change of expression, and then waved the two theater tickets in her hand.
Two black robes embroidered with petal patterns were smooth and clean. Boom and Rikka slowly walked into the High Garden Opera House, as if they had entered another world.
The nobles passing by were polite and polite, no longer displaying their usual arrogance. The businessmen hugged each other, but did not make too much noise.
A huge painting of nearly 20 meters comes into view, and what it depicts is not the statues of gods, nor the King Augustus. The Grand Dukes of Cisse in the past either rode a war horse, or held a scepter in their hand, or had eyes wide open with anger. p>
If luxury is a modifier, then it must be dim at this moment. Boom and Rikka stood there like two fools, looking around.
All golden things are gold, all transparent objects are crystals, countless priceless antiques decorate the corridors, and countless girls with beautiful faces are smiling.
"Rikka, can you tell me how many gold coins the ticket costs? Forget it, you'd better stop talking, I have a bad heart." Boom said incoherently.
"Brother, we're all here. Can you please stop being so embarrassed? They have to go out to buy groceries tomorrow." Rikka pulled the corner of Boom's clothes and motioned for him to lift his legs and walk.
A few minutes later, the two finally entered the concert hall and reached the most corner position. But Boom was still looking around, as if he wanted to take everything away.
The exquisite carvings are delicate and lifelike. The devil seems to be exuding evil breath, and the angel seems to be splashing holy light.
The soft carpet attenuated the sound of footsteps to the greatest extent, and everyone consciously lowered their voices, making the rustling sound extremely weak.
The lights went out, the curtain rose, and the host introduced the program in the purest Cisse accent. There was no nonsense in his words, and he looked very capable and a little cold at the same time.
The castrati appeared one after another. Although they were men, their voices were like orioles. It was a shocking contrast, but Boom felt a little disgusted.
One ballad, one minor tune. The applause sounded at the right time, and then paused at a certain point in a tacit understanding. Rikka had tears in her eyes and her face flushed.
Her swordsmanship comes from art, from a cello. In addition, she reads a lot of romance novels, so she still can't mark the records.
Therefore, she has her own understanding of these things, just like a hungry person encounters food, and a hungry person plunges his head into the stream.
Every note is so charming, every tone is so beautiful. Rikka's body always keeps leaning forward, as if she doesn't want to miss any lyrics.
However, Boom next to him went from being very excited at the beginning to becoming confused in the middle, and finally fell asleep directly.
He has no interest in these things, so instead of wasting time listening to "noise", he might as well catch up on his sleep.
He is not the only one who does this kind of behavior, he may accompany his elders or accompany his wife to watch. In short, the person who likes it seems to be passionate, while the person who has no feelings seems to be bored.
After more than two hours, all the performances were completely over. Rikka gently shook Boom awake, and the two followed the crowd out of the High Court Opera House.
"Brother, those castrato singers are so amazing. They are men but they can produce voices like girls."
"The painted murals and sculptures are even more exquisite. I don't know who made them."
Rikka held Boom's arm and seemed very happy. Boom nodded when he saw this. Although he had no interest in it, as long as Rikka liked it, that would be fine.
"Rikka, do you know what a 'castrato' is? They are actually very miserable." Boom chuckled, and then put his lips to Rikka's ear.
Not long after, Boom explained the origin of "castrato". Rikka looked back and questioned with suspicion, but in the end she pinched Boom with a dumbfounded look.
"Brother, you are so mean. How can I go to the opera house again if you call me like that?" Rikka waved her little fists and said with a sad look on her face.
"You can go if you want. You don't know them, so what are you worrying about?" Boom laughed, and then pulled Rikka towards the sugar cake shop.
After that evening, Rikka was humming a tune of her own in the room. Although it was a bit stiff, the tone was extremely pleasant. So much so that Boom, who had originally planned to practice, quietly sat next to Rikka.
Rikka looked even happier when she saw this. After taking a deep breath, she quietly hummed a lullaby. This was what Boom had given her, and it was the only piece Boom had ever heard.
The candlelight flickered, and Rikka caressed Boom's cheek, looking very gentle. But Boom was already asleep, but there was still a smile on his face.