Rebirth Handbook

The carriage stopped in front of the largest theater in Salo. At this moment, it was already full of people coming and going. All kinds of exquisite and beautiful carriages were parked on the wide square in front of the door. There were noble ladies and friends from all walks of life. The ladies are all wearing fashionable dresses, big hats full of flowers, and fluffy skirts layered with lace.

Lansa and Silvia are not riding in a wagon of the dead, but they are also the same dark horses and black carriages, which are particularly eye-catching in this place where bright and gorgeous colors are used mostly in gold and white.

The ladies who noticed the carriage cast their curious eyes. They did not find the family crest of a certain nobleman after patrolling the car, so they asked their partners in a soft voice whether they knew which family was sitting in the carriage. .

In front of the theater, the manservant in a vest trot forward and opened the door for the carriage. The bright black leather boots protruding from the carriage stepped on the ground and went up one by one, revealing long slender legs and thin waist, a chic top. The long soft black hair of the man who got out of the car first matched his black body, and his dark and shallow green eyes were more dazzling than the emeralds on his body.

"Ah, why have I never seen this gentleman?"

"Although half of his face is covered, I am sure he must be a handsome man."

The ladies who got out of the carriage hadn't started walking into the theater. After being attracted by the black man, they stopped involuntarily, whispering to the female partner beside him, and kept aiming. Over there, try to see clearly.

In the blink of an eye, the people who noticed this consciously or unconsciously saw the man turning to the carriage door, reaching out and supporting a hand wearing a dark green lace glove, and then everyone felt a flower in front of them, as if seeing a A gorgeous black rose was in front of you.

The woman who came out of the black carriage was much more dazzling than her male partner, and instantly caught everyone's attention, whether it was a man or a woman.

She did not wear a hat full of flowers, and the dress she was wearing was not the kind of overlapping lace. Compared with the other ladies present, her dress could be said to be simple, but only those simple patterns and just right skirts. A circle of folds highlights her own beauty.

It seemed to be a quiet night, a quiet and endless night. However, her red hair was like a burning flame, an aurora that broke through the night.

Suddenly there was silence in the huge square. It was originally just this place. Others who hadn't noticed found that it was quiet here and looked over here. Then everyone stopped unfinished words in unison. In the silence, the two people who got off the carriage walked through the crowd and walked up the high steps of the theater.

When the people walked away, the valet who opened the carriage door came back to his senses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, mumbled a few words, and greeted the carriage driver to drive the carriage to the other side.

The rest of the people in the square also slowly recovered, looking at each other, their eyes were a little surprised. They didn't know why just now, when they saw the woman glance over lightly, they were speechless, and subconsciously quieted down.

Of course they don't know that this is the unattainable momentum that Silvia has cultivated by praying in front of thousands of saints every month when she has been a saint for so many years. As long as she wants to, she can be the most harmless and gentle woman, or she can be the saint who is so high that she dare not touch.

"Hey, where did those two come from? I don’t seem to have seen them in Salo. The lady is definitely a beauty even though she can hide her face. Beauty, but I didn’t dare to go up and talk to each other at all. The woman I dared not talk to except the former saint Sylvia, this lady is the second one.” The son of the famous dandy Bowen in Salo Exclaimed with such a smile.

His female partner smiled and knocked his chest with a feather fan: "I know you still miss Lord Silvia."

"However, now my favorite baby is only you, dear." The sweet-spoken man embraced his female partner and walked into the theater while laughing.

The other noble gentleman who came to the drama had doubts on his face, and said unsurely with his cane: "Which lady looks a little like Lord Saint?" After speaking, he wanted to catch up and see clearly.

His companion grabbed him and patted him comfortingly on the shoulder, "Poor Cornell, we all know that you admire the former saint very much, but she has already gone to accompany the God of Light. You should be happy for her. , Instead of being immersed in pain again. Today I invite you to watch the drama to relax, stop thinking about those things."

Silvia and Lansa cannot hear the doubts and discussions of these people outside. Silvia is very familiar with this place, and Lansa has never been here, so it appears that Lansa is leading Silvia. In fact, Silvia was walking with Lansa.

The valet at the corner smiled at the two of them, Silvia took out a gold paper with patterns and showed it to the valet.

The valet immediately bent over and bowed, and then led the way in front. After leading the person to a separate room on the second floor, he turned his face slightly and whispered, "Master Isido is not here today."

Silvia smiled and handed the paper to the valet between her fingers, "Then, please take this to Isido's hand."

The valet took the paper with both hands, turned and left.

As soon as the door closed, Silvia greeted Lanza to sit on the sofa by the railing. This room is only blocked on three sides. There is no wall in front of it, only railings, and it faces the big stage below. At this moment, there is a scarlet curtain hanging in front of the stage, and the play has not yet begun.

Lansa was pulled by Silvia and sat on the sofa. Silvia shook his hand and asked, "Nervous?"

Lansa stared at the big stage below and nodded. There were too many people just now, and they were all staring here. He was uncomfortable. He couldn't help but want to avoid the crowd if Silvia was beside him.

Silvia sat next to him, her skirt next to his leg, and slowly said, "You just aren’t used to it. Just wait until you get used to it. In fact, I was chosen as a saint and faced so many people in the beginning. , I was also very nervous and afraid." Of course, this is false. She has been a person who didn't know nervousness since she was a child.

But Ranza, the silly man, was really comforted. He looked at Silvia with a little surprise, "But, you can't see the tension at all. When standing on a high platform, everyone is watching you, and you will Watch everyone."

Silvia looked serious and sincere, “Of course, it’s a terrible thing to become someone else’s faith, and it’s normal to be nervous.” But this is generally speaking, for someone who has no faith. In other words, there is no pressure at all.

Lanza didn't know what he had made up again. Silvia felt that her hand was being held back by him, and his eyes were full of pity—oh, he probably imagined a lonely and weak little boy. The girl has grown up alone in the Holy See.

Silvia thought to herself, this is the stupidest person I have ever lied to. If she wants to deceive, everyone will be deceived, but when facing this man, she doesn’t even have to think about anything. She just believes whatever she doesn’t care about. Simply she can’t have the heart to deceive. Saying to lie to him is more like teasing him.

"So, Lansa, you came to Salo every month before, really came to see me?" Silvia deliberately mentioned this.

As for Lanza, facing the goddess' gentle and tolerant, conscious gaze, he only felt ashamed and shameless, and realized that his behavior was simply a wretched man.

"It's started." Lan Za saw the curtain being pulled down below, and quickly changed the subject.

Silvia: Oh, I'm ashamed to explode.

She was no longer deliberately cute, and sat down to look down on the stage. With the sound of music, people on the stage appeared one after another.

The opening song was lively and relaxed, then it became sweet and gentle, and finally disappeared in the sorrow and sadness. Just like singing, the plot described in this story is also a tragic story.

It is about a young lady from a noble family who fell in love with a lowly slave in the family and was forced to separate. Then the lady died, leaving the slave waiting for her return.

On the stage, the noble lady fell into the arms of the black-haired slave, her silver hair bleak.

"Death cannot stop us, when I come back, I will definitely come back to you again!"

"I will wait for you to come back, no matter how many years I will wait for you to come back!" The black-haired slave said painfully while holding his dying lover.

At the end of the play, Silvia glanced at Lanza, who was watching seriously, and asked him, "What do you think of this story?"

Lansa is trying to feel the beauty of the goddess’s favorite drama, but unfortunately he doesn’t think there is anything good about the drama. Hearing Silvia’s question, he hesitated for a while and said: "I think this slave should end up being Died with the lover."

Silvia stunned for a moment and laughed out loud and explained: "In fact, this story has a prototype, referring to a certain saint of the Holy See. However, the Holy See does not allow the desecration of saints, so the people in the theater put The saint was changed to a noble lady. In the true story, the saint fell in love with a slave in the Holy See, and was not tolerated by everyone. That story is different from this drama, as you said, the slave and the saint were finally together Died instead of waiting for her to come back."

She had never noticed this period of time before. It was after seeing Lirina's memory that she had seen some strange pictures in vague dreams a few times before she noticed it.

The two were talking on it, and the following play was over. The owner of the troupe walked to the stage to salute the audience, and then announced: "This is the last time our Xiwei troupe will perform in Salo. This play is dedicated To my deceased goddess. Friends, I will leave this place that has brought me so many joys and pains, and find my paradise again."

His expression was sad and his tone was painful. "The brightest sun in Salo set a few months ago. I have been unable to believe this bad news. Now I have decided to come out, so I will leave here. Thank you for coming to see you off, Mu You wish all gentlemen and ladies happy and healthy."

There was loud farewell applause in the theater, and some people even cried out in the theater. A young lady took off the flowers from her hats and threw them on the stage.

Silvia sat upright and patted her palms twice, not at all infected by the lively and sad atmosphere.

Suddenly, Lansa understood something, and pointed to the owner of the theater who hadn't got off the stage and asked, "Does this person like Silvia?"

Silvia smiled and adjusted her skirt, "Maybe it is."

After speaking, she stood up, walked to the door and opened it, and said to the person standing outside: "Isido, it's really nice to see you again."