Why it never ends

Chapter 110 The Disappearing Person
There are many people in the theater lobby. After all, today is the premiere of "The Dagger and the Sheath" in the province of Niah. In addition to the audience waiting for the opening, there are also many reporters here.

Nearly 200 people stood waiting in the brightly lit theater lobby. Hesta looked around. Everyone here was wearing suits and dresses, and the children were also dressed in costumes. It seemed that they were all families attending.

There are lounges on both sides of the lobby, but people prefer to stand and chat near the bar with a glass of wine.

Hester glanced at his watch. There were 35 minutes until the show officially started.

After showing their tickets to the ticket inspector, a waiter stepped forward to lead them along the grand staircase of the theater to the boxes on the second floor—after all, what they got in their hands was Ava Morgan’s gift ticket, the theater It is impossible to arrange for Ava to sit in the ordinary auditorium.

"Do you two want to go directly to the box and have a seat, or go to the wine hall for a drink first?"

"Go to the liquor hall." Valenti replied.

Hesta glanced at Valenti and said in a low voice, "Did Miss Valenti not have enough just now?"

"I'm full," Valenti smiled, "but I haven't been here before... If I can walk around, why not?"

They stepped on the red carpet and walked along the bright aisle towards the east side of the theater. When the waiter pushed open the heavy wooden door for her, more than a dozen eyes shot out from the wine hall at the same time.

When they looked at Hesta, Hesta looked at them.

This wine room is much more empty than the lobby downstairs, and the people here are not as well-dressed as those downstairs. Compared to the elegant cufflinks and bow ties of everyone downstairs, Hesta saw several people here. Not only that, but some of them were wearing jeans and pointy shoes—like they had just come out of a bar.

Valenti greeted the others with friendly eyes, and Hesta followed her silently.

The two found a seat and sat down. Valenti ordered a glass of sherry, but Hesta didn't order anything. She listened to the people around her chatting. These people were talking about many and complicated topics, such as the next The Antique Biennale in the core city every month, the charity reception held at the Museum of the Third District at the end of the year... and so on.

The men exchanged messages, sometimes dropping their voices suddenly, before bursting into high-pitched laughter.

From the moment she entered this room, Hesta had a strange feeling. She didn't understand where this feeling came from until she sat down by the window and looked at the whole house.

There are no women in this room.

This is an all-too-clear fact, but not a detail that can be immediately noticed, because although there are no women here, there are women everywhere-the stone fountain in the corner is like a woman holding a crock pot, and the statue carved on the colonnade is full of women. It was a fairy in light gauze, and on the wall diagonally opposite Hesta, there were several portraits of dignified ladies.

There are also some small characters under their portraits, which probably record which lady donated what precious gifts to the theater in what year and month.

Then, the door was opened from the outside again, and two young girls wearing white gloves and light blue gauze hats stood at the door. The two looked a little timid. They didn't enter the room immediately, but looked around the room first. The people in the room——until their eyes swept over Valenti and Hesta, the expressions of the two girls relaxed a little, and they walked to the bar with quiet steps, and each ordered a glass of wine in a low voice.

At 6:50, the waiter re-entered the room and informed everyone that the musical was about to start. Only then did people leave the wine room intermittently, and each went to their boxes.

Previously, Hesta wondered whether these men chatting in the drinking hall came alone without their families, but when she and Valenti sat in her box, she immediately understood——

No, women and children were also sitting in the booths opposite, and even across the entire theater, Hesta could see the light reflected from the jewelry on their necks or wrists.When they got up to meet their husbands who had just walked into the box, their slender waists wrapped in silk dresses swayed gracefully like willow branches.

These ladies were probably the most exquisitely dressed guests tonight, but for some reason, when Hesta was in this gorgeous theater, she felt as if she hadn't walked out of the drinking hall.

——Women are everywhere here, but it seems that there are not many women at all.

The conversations and laughter in the distance and nearby merged into a buzzing noise, and Hesta looked up at the most brilliant golden chandelier in the center of the zenith of the theater with a blank expression.

Suddenly, all the lights in the theater were extinguished with a sigh, dark blue light and fog floated on the stage, a harp was plucked in the distance, and the cold female harmony rose like the fog on the stage, slowly, poignantly,
A beam of cold white light suddenly hit the center of the stage, and a man in ragged clothes stood in the middle, and the sound of the harp sounded again at this moment.

The man slowly raised his hand, and began to sing from a low and soft bass:

Today's story is a hymn about love
Also about how justice triumphs over ugliness
On How Power and Oppression Inspire Change
We furry sensual wanderers who only know rhyme and imagery

Luckily - with a little guesswork

Carefully crafted this magnificent history

Dear viewers, please don't ask too much why
I only know

The story happened in Zhou Shengming in the Bronze Age

At that time, distant Pingjing
A young new king has just ascended the throne
A precarious dynasty in ruins
The loyal guards bowed their heads and obeyed
But formidable, the ferocious iron cavalry of the northern barbarians——

Looking from both ends to the banks of the Loire

The name of Khan Arslan resounds throughout the North
Dear viewers, please don't ask too much why
I only know

On a cold morning, the earth was awakened by the snow

A failed usurper has escaped into the barbarian camp

He brings a barrage of intrigues
I vow to wash away all the shame he has suffered in the past
Dear viewers, please don't ask too much why
I only know

They are all determined to leave their mark on the world
A cruel era unfolds like a scroll
How many ordinary people's love-hate elegy are wrapped in it like this?
Dear viewers, please don't ask too much why
I only know

A new desire has awakened
History is running towards her eternal light
The day is before me, the night is behind me

Above my head is the sky, below my feet are waves...

Hesta listened quietly, leaning towards Valenti, "Who is this from the play?"

"Oh, this is a bard from the Bronze Age in the fourteenth district," Valenti replied in a low voice, "it is said that he was the first to write down the story of "Dagger and Sheath", so he not only has himself in this play role, and will also serve as the narration's aria and part of the male protagonist's heartfelt voice."

(End of this chapter)