Chapter 98

The singing sounded and the actors took the stage.

The audience in the entire theater fell silent, enjoying the performance on the stage.

The scenes are gorgeously arranged, the actors' expressions are devoted, and the singing sounds one after another. A wonderful drama is staged in front of people's eyes.

Ren watched it carefully for a few minutes, and felt that this art form was similar to his previous life.

It's a pity that no matter whether it's in his previous life or in Alan Ersi, maybe it's because he really doesn't have artistic talent, or because of aesthetic differences, he has worked hard for a while, but he still can't appreciate it.

No matter how superb the acting or how beautiful the singing, Wren was always on the show and couldn't really get lost in it like everyone else.

Viola was very involved, and even discussed a few words between the scenes, telling Ren that the creator of this opera was President Hascillin.

The plot outline is very simple. The hero is a handsome nobleman who falls in love with a socialite from a commoner background, who is equivalent to a famous prostitute. After breaking up, the hero suddenly woke up and left everything to go to his lover, but it was a step too late, and the lover had already passed away.

All in all, it's a tragedy of love.

Tragedy is to destroy beautiful things for people to see. This is a common principle. People are fascinated by watching. Many female audiences are sobbing softly, and the handkerchiefs used to wipe tears are soaked.

Ren didn't know how to appreciate, nor was he a sentimental person, so he didn't feel deeply. If it wasn't for Viola, he would have deserted a long time ago.

Finally, after nearly two hours, the opera came to an end.

There was thunderous applause in the theater, and the actors took the stage to take a bow.

Ren followed everyone up and applauded. He noticed that Viola's eyes were reddish, obviously infected by the opera.

She looked back, her eyes full of affection.

There was a smile on Ren's face, and the two held their hands lightly together, smiling similarly, as if they had a heart-to-heart connection.

"It's time." Viola calmed down instead, no longer as nervous as on the way to the Grand Theater, and whispered: "Let's go to the temple behind, the priests should be ready."

"Okay." Ren nodded.

Viola put down the veil on her hat to cover her face, and took his arm naturally, and walked out of the theater box.

Along the way, the two deliberately avoided the audience who were leaving, and entered the depths of the theater.

The architectural distribution of the Chanting Grand Theater is roughly divided into three parts.

At the front is the performance center that is open to the outside world, which is the main body of the theater. The whole is a huge circular building.

Coming out from the back of the theater is a vast garden.

The design of this garden has a shocking dreamy beauty. Stone-paved paths shuttle through the garden, leading to flower sheds and gazebos everywhere. Exquisite sculptures can be seen everywhere, as well as magical fountains and flowing water. Ding Dong, the well-trimmed bushes and flower vines set off the soft magic light source. Walking in it is like walking in a dream, which makes people linger and forget to return.

Looking through the end of the garden, under the night, one can vaguely see a solemn and quiet temple.

Whether it's the garden or the temple, only members of the art association and followers of the lady with long hair can enter.

Viola introduced: "There are usually gardens outside the shrine of Lady Long Hair, which allow believers to display their artistic talents, and it is also an important place for believers to communicate."

"So that's how it is."

Ren suddenly realized that in some corners of the garden, there were several couples of men and women walking hand in hand, or sitting on a bench and whispering, laughing happily from time to time.

Isn't this a holy place for dating, similar to the grove in the school.

"I'll take you for a stroll in the garden, which is also a step before the ceremony." Viola said with a smile, "From this moment on, the long-haired lady may be able to catch her attention."

Ren was slightly startled, and naturally agreed.

The two walked into the garden arm in arm, strolled leisurely, admiring the masterpieces of the artists. Occasionally, when I bump into other couples, they all nod slightly and pass by.

Ren didn't look back, but he knew very well that every couple he met looked back at himself and Viola after they passed by.

When they are far away, they will whisper in low voices.

"Gossip is really human nature, no matter which world you are in..."

Ren sighed secretly in his heart, looked at Viola beside him, and found that her mind was very focused, almost all on her body, completely ignoring others.

"Be careful." He quickly restrained his thoughts.

The garden is very big, the two walked around for half an hour, and only walked through a small part, feeling that it was almost the same, and came directly to the temple.

The temple of the long-haired lady is not towering. A row of columns supports the dome. The structure is elegant and classical. There is a semicircular arch facing the garden, with many reliefs carved on it.

Architecture is also one of art, and this temple itself is a huge work of art.

When Ren came out of the garden with Viola on his arm, he immediately saw a group of people waiting in front of the gate of the temple.

His first impression when he saw these people was that he had entered a star company.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, all of these dozen people are handsome men and beautiful women.

Some of them are dressed in formal clothes with dignified demeanor; some are casually dressed and unkempt, but each of them has a unique temperament, as if unconventional, elegant and chic, and any one of them is the most eye-catching focus person in the crowd.

What art association is clearly the Appearance Association!

Ren secretly complained that the long-haired lady, a god, deserves to have the "beautiful" priesthood, and she is very partial to good-looking believers. Even the priests are not ugly.

He quietly opened the eyes of the soul, took a cursory glance, and confirmed that these people were all priests of the Mishan Church.

Headed by the chairman of the Arts Association, Earl Haselin.

From President Hasilin down, the souls of other people are shrouded in the fire of faith, which is very blazing. Everyone is at least a devout and loyal believer, and most of them only believe in the long-haired lady.

However, after Ren finished observing the souls of these people, his heart sank.

He saw that the soul colors of several people were reddish, most of them were light red, and there were also one or two deep red, which represented hostility towards him.

The visitor is not good!

Ren's eyes swept over these people, most of them were men, and he immediately guessed what was going on.

There are more female believers than male believers, and there are more female priests than male priests. There are only five or six men present. However, except for President Hasilin, almost all the men's soul colors are dyed. red.

"I've become the Man Enemy of the Art Association."

Ren didn't care about this, and held Viola's hand even tighter, rather showing off.

Under everyone's attention, Viola and Ren walked towards the gate of the temple side by side.

At this moment, the gate of the temple was not opened.

Hasilin didn't delay, and said directly: "The ceremony altar has been set up, you go in, we will guard outside, pray to the lady with you, and ask the lady to give you a magic spell."

"Thank you, President." Viola responded indifferently.

Hasilin nodded and turned to face the temple gate, ready to open it.

"Please wait a moment, Your Excellency President."

A handsome voice suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

Only Hasilin remained unmoved and focused on casting spells, releasing a white light that activated the runes on the gate of the temple, and the heavy stone gate opened inward, revealing the scene inside.

After all this was done, Haselin slowly turned around and asked, "Yates, what do you want to say?"

The one who made the sound was a young man in his thirties, with a handsome appearance and somewhat delicate appearance, with a tall and straight figure, wearing a close-fitting azure blue formal suit, with a sword on his waist, and a delicate lyre on his back. They all had to praise what a handsome man was, enough to capture the hearts of countless young girls.

Ren met this person not long ago, just now on the stage of the opera, he played the leading role.

In the opera, this Yates is a handsome nobleman; outside the opera, he is not a commoner either, wearing a noble medal on his chest.

From Yates' soul, it can be seen that he is a fifth-level magic swordsman.

Ren looked carefully and found that this guy was not simple. He was not a conventional elemental magic swordsman. Several elements were somewhat rare, like a rare extraordinary profession, but not perfect.

In short, this person is quite powerful.

Ren was not at all surprised when the other party spoke suddenly. He could tell at the first glance that this person was the most hostile to him. It would be strange if he didn't act.

He looked at Viola beside him.

Her face was expressionless behind the hazy veil, and she didn't seem to have any emotions, but her tightly clenched hands revealed her thoughts, obviously extremely angry.

Yates took two steps forward and said loudly: "Your Excellency, please forgive my rudeness. I just want to ask if there is a rule in the scriptures that to enter a lady's shrine, one must be a believer of a lady or a true believer. artist?"

Without hesitation, Hasilin nodded and said, "There is such a rule."

"Thank you, President." Yates saluted very politely, then turned to look at Ryan, stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Ryan, are you a follower of Ms. Long Hair?"

"No." Ren replied flatly.

"So, do you know art?" Yates asked again.

Ren had roughly guessed his intention, and suddenly found it quite interesting.

Every move of this person is like a theatrical performance. His speech is inflected, polite, his clothes are carefully matched, and his words and deeds are as if they have been rehearsed. Everything is impeccable. very natural.

Is this too deep into the drama, and you regard yourself as the hero in your life?

Still playing some role-playing game?

Ren guessed in his heart, and replied playfully: "I understand a little bit."

Because he didn't answer Yates immediately, his expression was a bit weird, and others thought it was a sign of guilt.

"Who dares to say that Ren doesn't understand art?"

Viola couldn't help but defended: "Everyone, you have all heard of 'Viola by the Lake', and Ren is the author of the score. Isn't the person who can write this beautiful music considered an artist?"

"If Mr. Wren is the author of the score, he is of course eligible to enter the temple, but unfortunately he is not." Yates immediately retorted loudly.

He came prepared, took out a few pages of paper from his body pocket, opened them and showed them to people.

"Mr. Lane took an art class at Clayton College. Here is his attendance record and transcript."

"In the past three years, Mr. Lane has only taken less than five classes in total, and has never passed the exam, let alone any work that can be sold."

"How could such a person create such a beautiful song as 'Viola by the Lake'?"

Yates showed a few pages in front of the priests, and finally handed them to Hasilin, saying, "Your Excellency, please have a look."

Hasilin flipped through the report card, his face darkened.

The eyes of the priests were full of doubts. Most of them were women, and they also listened to that beautiful music. It was Viola who moved them with this piece of music, and then promised other benefits, so they agreed. More than half of the votes , allowing Viola to hold the prayer ceremony in advance.

But now it seems that the creator of the score is someone else.

Everyone immediately had a guess, and it was obvious that Viola was the real creator.

Ren's face was calm, but he cried in his heart: "Fuck, this guy is very powerful. Not only did he get my college report card, but he also guessed the truth."

This time I really can't argue with myself, I am indeed not the original creator.

Seeing people's reactions like this, Viola finally lost her composure and became anxious.

She was well aware of Ryan's situation at Clayton College, and knew that he was unknown before, but she saw Ryan's musical talent with her own eyes, and heard the birth of the score with her own ears, so she never doubted it.

However, this incident really cannot be explained, and no one will believe it if it is told.

"This is Wren's work."

Viola made some weak excuses. She glared at Yates and asked coldly, "Yates, what good will this do for you?"

"Viola, I'm not targeting you. I'm just safeguarding the majesty of a lady. Not any vulgar commoner is eligible to enter the temple and desecrate the altar of the god." Yates shrugged freely, with a very sincere look, as if Really think about the church.

Looking at Viola's beautiful face, his face softened, and a bit of admiration and fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, Viola, the most beautiful and noble violet in Longshande, I don't know what kind of man is worthy of you, but I know..."

Yates speaks in an operatic aria, full of emotion, undulating rhythm, and powerful appeal.

Ren's scalp was numb, and he was about to interrupt, but saw Yates pointing at himself, and raised his voice: "But I know, this liar is definitely not worthy of you, and he must be kicked out!"

The priests seemed to be affected by the appeal of the words, and they looked at Ren with disgust.

Viola laughed angrily, "Kick Ren out, who will hold the ceremony with me? You?"

"my pleasure!"

Yates immediately looked flattered, "Of course, I hope you can pray alone, Viola, without having to perform love in front of the lady. I believe you will definitely get a response from the lady."

Ren really can't stand this guy anymore, he is simply the reincarnation of a showman.

He has already seen Yates' morbid mentality, he is madly in love with Viola, and must have been rejected many times, and he has long regarded Viola as his own confinement in his heart. Get", so do this kind of thing that harms others and does not benefit oneself.

To deal with this kind of person, there is no need to talk nonsense, the fist is the simplest and most direct.

As for not being able to enter the temple, Rennes actually doesn't care. Anyway, with the contribution of the phonograph, there will be no problem if he does not participate in the prayer ceremony.

Sooner or later, Viola is her own person.

Wait until the ceremony is over, and then settle the score with this actor.

Ryan thought calmly, and was about to let Viola enter the temple by himself, Yates cast a provocative look, and said contemptuously: "Mr. Ryan, I heard that you are a member of the Demon Slayer, you must be very strong , very good at fighting?"

"My strength is not bad." Ren turned his eyes and asked, "Mr. Yates wants to fight with me?"

Yates laughed again, "Actually, I don't like fighting with people, but I want to challenge what you do best to prove that you are not worthy of being Viola's lover. None of us are worthy of Viola's love." Euler."

Ren was worried that he would not have a chance to beat someone, but he didn't expect him to stretch his face over.

But he didn't want to just hurt the other party, but also to completely defeat the egomaniac psychologically, so he asked, "What is Mr. Yates good at?"

With complacency in Yates' eyes, he said loudly: "Poetry and swordsmanship."

Ren's eyes lit up, and he immediately had an idea: "Then let's compare poetry and swordsmanship."