old dream

Chapter 339 Ten Doors
The theater manager in an orange-red gown looked pale and struggled to move his feet in the aisle.Another man with a prom mask put his shoulders on his shoulders, and walked towards the theater under the manager's whispered instructions.

The manager's behavior is somewhat strange in the eyes of passers-by, but it is not incomprehensible.There are more than [-] managers in all aspects of the Metropolitan Theater, but the play that is currently being staged in the Gallo Hall is "Twilight of Galez" in charge of him. It is natural to suddenly want to see it in person.

Some familiar employee approached to ask if he needed help, and observed the man in the ball mask beside him.Kane called everyone by their first name naturally, and politely declined with a smile.

The abnormality has come quietly, but no one here noticed it.

The snake wrapped around the tree connected his past and past lives, and all memories merged accordingly.The person Colin supported was Kane, the priest from the woodland, and indeed the manager who worked in the theater.And so they entered Gallo Hall, the stage dedicated to the woodland repertoire, or rather, the altar of the Holy Spirit in the canopy.The ignorant waiter was extremely considerate, and even handed over a special towel and exquisite binoculars for the distinguished guests.

Colin leaned back on the soft velvet seat, even closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the chaos to come.

The security departments of the Principality in the past have set up the perfect ten restrictions for the holy spirit of the crown. Five years ago, Winter presided over this matter, and now Mammoth is in charge.

This matter is the principality's top secret, even higher than the "General Vanus Resurrection Ceremony" that assassinated members of the Edmund family.But Priest Kane learned of the first six of them from nowhere.

The first gate blocks all living beings.

The second door blocks all the dead.

The third gate blocks all males.

The fourth gate blocks all females.

The fifth door can only be seen through by an old man who has a clear understanding of the world.

The sixth door, only children who have not lost their nature will be aware of it.

This is the most perfect limitation in the world, for no single soul can pass through those paired doors.Unless it is both the living and the dead; the male and the female; the dying old man and the rising child.

But Kane, who has seven layers of masks, has passed through the first six gates without a trace.

Only now did Colin truly understand the function of the unwounded corpse—he died at the first gate of the dead.Kane passed through as a dead person after triggering the curse kill, and was immediately resurrected, thus passing through the second door of the living.

Then he becomes a woman.Then became an old man, then a child, until now.

The prohibition of the holy spirit guarding the crown of the tree was broken by Kane's snake entangled in the tree, and the sixth floor was cracked without delay.It turned out that his intrusion had already begun, and the trajectory was like a winding snake.Under everyone's eyes, silently and deadly climbed to the white pigeon imprisoned on the treetop.

The sound of bagpipes and small harps swirls smoothly and simply across the stage.It is a mournful and ethereal ditty, without any skilled embellishments, but illusory and blurred, as if you can see the forest, the land, the sky is low and the clouds are dark, the mountains are still and the water is clear when you close your eyes.

When Colin and the others came in, "The Twilight of Gellerts" was already halfway through, and unexpectedly, it turned out to be a story about the woodland people defending their hometown.The author is Kane's reincarnated theater manager.He is an Anhe in this world, and he has never been to the woodland, but he is extremely sympathetic to the resistance of the Geleze people in the first century, so he resorts to writing, and in the story he portrays the men, women, and even children in the woodland Becoming a tragic hero is like seeing it for yourself.

The lines he wrote seem ordinary, but they are lingering with misty sorrow, and under the sorrow, deep resentment towards the Anhe people.

The second act has just begun, and many audience members have already been infected by the poetic emotion, even though they are all the targets of condemnation.Colin even saw that not far away, someone secretly began to weep tears, as if these emotions had transcended nationalities and aroused the most genuine kindness in people's hearts.

Then, Colin looked at Kane who was wearing an orange dress beside him.He originally thought that Kane, who sacrificed his compatriots and the life of the seventh generation to come here, would have more empathy and emotion for the heroic stories on the stage, but he did not expect that Kane behaved better than most of the people present. more indifferent.

He just stared at the stage with a blank expression, as if it was a farce that wasn't funny.

Kane crossed his arms and leaned back on the back of his chair:

"To be honest, I didn't expect to hear the music of my hometown here." He said:
"I have been in the league for many years, so I can't remember things about my hometown. But when I heard this song... I remembered the years when I was enjoying the shade in the sacred forest with my father. There are some poets playing the music, really, exactly the same,” he said.

To be able to achieve this effect in the theater, I am afraid that the theater manager spared no expense to invite a real woodland poet from the west side of Zhonglu.

He really wanted to impress the Anhe people present, so as to save the distant Galu woodland, the hometown of his previous life.

"At that time, I was not a priest..." Kane recalled unconsciously, "I never imagined that I would go to the mainland of the alliance and even delve into the magic of the Anhe people."

"But you don't seem to like the piece very much," said Colin.Although the priest was recalled, there was no sign of relief on his face.

"It's not just that I don't like it." Kane said.His gaze swept across the mournful audience in front of him and beside him:

"I hate this piece, and I hate even more the people who are sitting here enjoying this play."

"You know." The priest lowered his voice and said:

"When you're weak, even anger is ridiculous."

"And when you are strong enough, even when you see an enemy angry, you will only find it cute."

Why did the wrath of the woodlanders become an aesthetic object on stage?

Because it can't bring the slightest threat to the Anhe people.

"I hate this 'appreciation,'" Kane said:

"They will indeed be moved and shed tears in the theater. But look, when they pack up their emotions and go home, nothing will change at all. They will continue to drink our blood and eat our flesh with peace of mind. Because once In fact, their own interests are touched, and they can always find an excuse to justify their crimes."

The theater manager's efforts, in Kane's eyes, were just pleasing and flattering the Anhe people, but this was precisely the deepest humiliation to the woodland countries.

"What I want to see on the face of the enemy is not sympathy, let alone guilt," he said.

What I want to see is fear, even the fear that I dare not mention at all.

At this time, two audience members sitting in the front row quietly stood up in the dark and began to walk towards the stage.

(End of this chapter)