Chapter 436: Fimbull Theatre
Chapter 436: Fimbull Theatre
"Memory Channel?"
"What's this new contraption?"
Several locals from the Seven Seas Alliance naturally understood what it was.
But Lindsey was clueless, and he could only look to Wah Wah Wah for help.
The girl quickly explained, "A Memory Channel is a technique where an artist describes the scenery of a location using their skills."
"It can be described through words or paintings."
"Anyway, with some spatial magic tricks, people can directly reach the corresponding place through this description."
After speaking, Wah Wah Wah's tone turned serious as she warned, "But Lindsey, Memory Channels are very unstable and prone to issues..."
As the girl explained, she pointed to the room, "It's like if I describe this room to you."
"At this moment, I can clearly describe its layout, and you can naturally reach it through the Memory Channel. But once this room, let's say the books on this table are moved, then the scenery will differ from the impression depicted."
"At that moment, someone might crash in."
"The result for them would be getting torn apart by chaotic space or thrown into some chaotic, unknown space."
Lindsey scoffed, "Compared to teleportation channels, this thing sounds more like a weapon designed to take lives."
Wah Wah Wah nodded in agreement, "That's why, aside from some special cases, normal people would never use such a thing."
Understanding the situation, Lindsey turned back to the window, his gaze falling on the desk.
The oak desk's surface was neat and tidy, except for the open sketchbook lying flat. The sea breeze caused the pages to flutter slightly.
"Then it's quite obvious."
"The Kuwait Family's young lady was looking through this sketchbook at the desk and then suddenly disappeared. If it's indeed this Memory Channel, then it corresponds to the content in the sketchbook."
Savat directly stated the name of the location in the sketchbook, "Fimbull Theatre."
But this Azure Robe-clad man immediately fell into deep thought.
The Fimbull Theatre was a prominent establishment in Thousand Sails City, especially within the entertainment industry.
Tracing it further might even implicate influential figures from the Eighth Stage.
Compared to the Kuwait Family, whose ancestors included an Eighth Stage White Star Clan member, this theatre, owned by an Eighth Stage powerhouse, was naturally more significant and worth investigating.
"Deep-rooted perceptions are not easily overturned by a momentary change of view. In his heart, I'm probably still that country bumpkin from a remote area."
"That's not true, Wah Wah." She pointed to her eyes, "I can see people's emotions."
"At least he's quite respectful of your ability."
Lindsey shrugged:
"Compared to my investigations, your emotional fluctuations should make it easier for you artists to track things down."
Wah Wah shook her fingers:
"Emotional insight is my essence trait. Most people can't do such a thing."
"..."
At noon, the sun was high.
Even with the occasional sea breeze weaving through the streets, the heat and humidity in the streets remained unchanged.
Meanwhile, Lindsey and her group arrived at the heart of the South District.
This area was entirely dominated by performers.
On the streets, next to the stacked stages of the theaters, performers could be seen showcasing their talents.
Singing, dancing, acrobatics, and other performances captivated the passersby.
People frequently tossed money to show their encouragement to the performers.
"..."
As Lindsey arrived here, she couldn't help but marvel at the sight.
The artists of Thousand Sails City, whether they possessed the essence or not, those who dared to perform here undoubtedly had their unique skills.
Taking a stroll here during leisure time would undoubtedly be an excellent experience.
Then, Lindsey noticed a detail.
On the way to the gallery, Wah Wah had maintained a solemn expression, her demeanor dignified.
But after arriving in the Blue Quarter.
The girl would occasionally steal a giggle, as if rejoicing over something delightful.
Lindsey asked quietly:
"Wah Wah, what are you so happy about?"
The girl responded almost reflexively:
"Hey! Lindsey, don't talk nonsense!"
"How could I possibly enjoy causing trouble for others?"
"..."
Lindsey could only guess:
"You really dislike that actress, Star?"
Wah Wah widened her eyes, shaking her head vigorously like a rattle:
"No way!"
"I don't dislike her at all; I just see her as a strong competitor, a 'good friend' worthy of respect!"
"..."
Lindsey fell silent.
Based on the scene he witnessed.
Wah Wah's expression seemed so fake that it felt absurd.
Another half-hour passed.
The group arrived at the Blue Quarter, where the Fimbull Theatre stood.
This was a monumental building.
The twenty-meter-high structure loomed like a tall wall along the street, dominating the sightlines of pedestrians for over a hundred meters on both sides.
On the street-facing wall of the building.
At regular intervals, gigantic posters hung down from the rooftop.
Utilizing its height advantage, it even incorporated nearby blocks into its promotional range.
The figures on the posters were either captivatingly beautiful with expressive faces or experienced in their poses, exuding a weathered aura.
The character shots of the actors lined the street.
The images themselves seemed to radiate power.
A passerby's glance was enough to be drawn into the performance, feeling the powerful allure of the actors firsthand.
The Fimbull Theatre stood like a colossal object, overshadowing the entire street.
The surrounding theaters and music halls could only tremble in its shadow, as if they were stars gathered around the moon, embracing it.
Savat led Lindsey and the others to the theater's main entrance.
The person in charge was a middle-aged noblewoman.
But she didn't pay attention to the law-enforcing Azure Robe Savat or any other guests.
Her gaze was fixed on Wah Wah:
"Selina!"
"Didn't you already announce your retirement from the entertainment industry? Why are you here?"
(End of Chapter)
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