Chapter 251: Just Unlucky
Chapter 251: Just Unlucky
It seems that Leon really falls for this act. As long as one pretends to be a little weaker, they can get his extra "special treatment"~
Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, the Princess, who had invested so much effort and finally seen a bit of return, decided to temporarily put aside her worries about the anomaly. She put on a somewhat nervous look and asked in a slightly helpless voice:
"Leon, are you sure everything will be fine?"
"Don't worry."
Tapping on the mirror in the box office twice, Leon summoned the Black Sheep who had been temporarily stuffed inside. As he instructed it to find the location of the anomaly holder, he kept his eyes fixed on the group of puppets on the stage, and comforted her in a gentle tone without turning his head:
"I just had a... friend check. The souls of the audience are all normal; there's no sign of any control. It should be safe to just watch the play.
And since the news broke, the Morning Star Theatre has already performed over a dozen shows. If there was going to be a problem, it would have happened already, not now..."
"Clack, clack, clack-clack-clack..."
Before Leon could finish speaking, strange sounds came from the stage. A large number of wooden beads, about the size of tears, began to fall uncontrollably from the face of the female lead puppet, clattering onto the stage floor.
From the perspective of all the audience members, the female lead, who was supposed to be smiling and agreeing to Elijah's invitation to start a wonderful twelve days, suddenly began to cry strangely.
Agatha's beautiful face, though adorned with a playful and charming smile, was streaming with large, desperate and painful tears, flowing uncontrollably from her bright eyes...
"..."
Not... It's not that nothing happens when I'm not here, but as soon as I arrive, things go wrong, right?
Seeing the puppets on stage suddenly stop performing and begin to tremble, Leon really couldn't hold it together anymore. The audience, noticing the anomaly, began to murmur in confusion due to the female lead's sudden tears.
"Why is she crying? Did something happen to the actor's family?"
"Oh, really. It's rare to come and watch a play, and now it's ruined."
"This is the level of the Morning Star Theatre's lead actor? Tsk tsk, after Andre was banned, the plays at Morning Star are no longer can be not should...
be see longer star the sky is ruined indeed,...
) Morning Star's plays are really not worth watching anymore."
"Damn it, I came all this way... Do you think that's fair? ! Refund the money!"
"Everyone! Everyone, please listen to me!"
Amid the audience's curiosity, regret, and anger, the manager of the Central Cross Theatre rushed out from backstage, pushing aside the actors in his way to the microphone. He bowed repeatedly to the audience, his face drenched in sweat as he apologized:
"The actor playing Agatha has had a family emergency, so her emotions might be a bit unstable, affecting your viewing experience. We sincerely apologize.
Please rest assured, we will take full responsibility. After the show, the ticket money for this performance will be refunded, and we will offer small gifts to those who traveled far. Come on, everyone, let's give an apology!"
Hearing the manager's words, the audience's anger subsided slightly.
However, for some reason, even after the manager's repeated hints, the female actor playing Agatha showed no response. She remained in her original pose, tears streaming down her face as she smiled at the audience.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Even after ruining the performance, she still has the nerve to smile? Is this the quality of Morning Star's actors?"
"It's not just Morning Star. Master Wilde hasn't produced any sincere new works in recent years."
"That's true... Master Wilde's new works in the past two years have been meaningless. Even if there were some good ones, these actors probably couldn't do them justice."
"..."
"This... I'm sorry, she might be too self-reproaching to the point of being... being dazed..."
After trying to explain for the female actor, the manager, a bit chubby, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief as he pleaded with a smile:
"Everyone, the stage needs to be re-set up, and the actors need to prepare again. During this preparation, how about we invite Master Wilde to come out and chat with everyone?"
"The anomaly holder this time should be him, without a doubt."
Lyon watched as the middle-aged man, invited to the front, interacted with the audience. He glanced at the glass of the love box, and as expected, received confirmation from Black Sheep.
So, this time's anomaly holder is locked down as the drama master, Oscar Wilde. His abilities are related to puppets, drama, and manipulation, and currently, there's no record of him harming anyone...
After obtaining the complete intelligence, Lyon didn't linger. He opened the door of the love box and hurriedly escorted Princess Veronica towards the exit.
Although the situation seemed safe for now, facing a completely unknown anomaly, it was best to play it safe and escort the Princess out. Then, she could bring people to evacuate the audience.
Lyon decided to distance himself slightly, maintaining surveillance of the scene while setting up his sniper rifle, just in case the Master suddenly went berserk...
"Nonsense! The problem isn't with my script!"
Just as Lyon and the Princess were about to enter the exit, Master Wilde on stage seemed to be infuriated by some words from the audience. He shouted at them:
"It's not the actors' fault! My script is the best! But with their level of skill, they can't grasp the essence of my play! They can't portray the characters' complex and profound emotions! If Andre were still here..."
"Not necessarily."
As Master Wilde's angry shout ended, a middle-aged man, likely a drama critic, sitting in the front row facing the main stage, retorted with a cold smile:
"As a performance that unfolds over a span of hours, days, years, or even decades, drama is inherently an art of selection.
Therefore, learning to balance structure and emotional distribution, adjusting the script's difficulty based on the actors' skill, is something a playwright should master.
Forgive my frankness, but if your play is worthless without exceptional actors, is there a possibility that... your outdated content, is inherently worthless?"
"..."
Damn!
Hearing the "friendly exchange" from the stage, Lyon knew the big moment was coming, even without Black Sheep by his side to see Master Wilde's soul state. The middle-aged man's sarcastic and harsh criticism was enough for Lyon to understand—
It's about to happen!
As expected, after hearing the middle-aged man's words, Master Wilde, who had seemed relatively stable, was "ignited" right there on stage. His eyes, filled with bloodshot, widened in fury as he clenched his teeth and raised his hand towards the audience.
"Worthless? I'll show you just how foolish your evaluation was!"
Accompanying Master Wilde's shout, the entire Central Cross Theatre, with its three thousand spectators, including Lyon and Princess Veronica who had just entered the exit, trembled in unison.
Immediately after, amidst the terrified crowd, they lost control of their bodies. Their skin and flesh transformed, losing their human appearance, and they began to rapidly puppetize uncontrollably.
Transparent threads, one by one, descended from the harbor city's azure sky, precisely tying onto the joints of the three thousand puppets.
"This should be enough."
Taking a deep breath of the fresh yet briny sea breeze, Lyon gazed at the serene and beautiful harbor city, and the three thousand "residents" living peacefully within it. Master Wilde's fatigued face finally revealed a satisfied smile, and his right hand, just raised, finally fell heavily.
"The Twelve-Day Tour, Act I, Scene 1, begin!"
(End of Chapter)
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