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The singing sounded and the actors took the stage.

The audiences in the entire theater were quiet and enjoying the performances on the stage.

The scenes are gorgeously arranged, the actors are dedicated, and the singing is one after another, and a wonderful drama is staged in front of people.

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

Unfortunately, whether it was in his previous life or in Alan Ershi, perhaps because he really had no artistic cells or aesthetic differences, he worked hard for a while but still couldn't appreciate it.

No matter how exquisite the performance or how beautiful the singing was, Rennes was always out of the way and could not really intoxicate it like others.

Viola was very involved and discussed a few words during the scenes, telling Renn that the creator of this opera was President Hasilin.

The plot of the drama is very simple. The male protagonist is a handsome nobleman. He is a socialite born by a commoner, equivalent to a famous person. Both sides are in love, but they are obstructed by the noble family. Various misunderstandings occur between them, leading to a breakup. Later, the male protagonist wakes up and leaves everything behind, but is one step late, and the person has already died.

Anyway, it was a tragedy.

Tragedy is to destroy beautiful things to people. This is a common truth. People are fascinated by the view. Many female audiences are sobbing in a low voice, soaking their tears-wiping handkerchiefs.

Rennes doesn't know how to appreciate, nor is he a sentimental person, so he doesn't feel deeply. If he hadn't been with Viola, he would have been a disagreement long ago.

Finally, nearly two hours later, the opera ended.

There was thunderous applause in the theater, and the actors came on stage to end.

Renn applauded everyone. He noticed that Viola's eyes were slightly red, and she was obviously infected by the opera.

She looked back with deep eyes.

Renn smiled on his face, and the two of them held their hands gently together, and they smiled like they were in harmony.

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

"Okay." Ren nodded.

Viola put down the yarn on her hat, blocked her appearance, and naturally took his arm and walked out of the theater box.

Along the way, the two of them deliberately avoided the audience and entered the depths of the Grand Theater.

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

At the front is the performance center that is open to the public, that is, the main body of the theater, and the whole is a huge circular building.

From the back of the theater is a vast garden.

The design of this garden has a shocking dreamy beauty. Stone-paved paths pass through the garden, leading to flower sheds, pavilions, exquisite sculptures everywhere, and fountains exuding magical atmosphere, ding water, carefully trimmed bushes and flower vines, setting off the soft magic light source. Walking in it is like walking in a dream, making people linger.

The sight passed through the end of the garden, and under the night, you could vaguely see a solemn and quiet god.

Whether it is the garden or the God, only members of the Art Society and the believers of the long-haired lady can come in.

Viola introduced: "The gods of long-haired ladies usually have gardens outside, allowing believers to display their artistic talents and are also an important place for believers to communicate."

"So that's how it is."

Renn suddenly realized that he saw several couples walking in some corners of the garden holding hands, or whispering on benches, and laughing happily from time to time.

Isn’t this a date holy place, it’s similar to the small woods in the school.

"I'll take you around the garden, which is also the step before the ceremony." Viola said with a smile: "From this moment, it may attract the attention of the long-haired lady."

Renn was slightly shocked and naturally agreed.

The two walked into the garden hand in hand, walked leisurely, admiring the masterpieces of the artists. Occasionally, they ran into other couples, nodded slightly and passed by.

Renn did not look back, but he knew very well that every couple he met looked back at himself and Viola after passing by.

After they walk away, they will whisper in a low voice.

"Gogging is really a human being, no matter which world it is..."

Renn sighed in his heart, looked at Viola next to him, and found that she was very focused, almost all of her own, and completely ignored others.

"You have to concentrate." He quickly calmed down.

The garden was very big. The two of them walked around for half an hour and only walked through a small part. They felt that they were almost done and came directly to God.

The long-haired lady's god is not majestic. A row of cylindrical columns support the dome. The structure is elegant and classic. There is a semicircular arch facing the garden, with many reliefs on it.

Architecture is also one of the arts, and this god is a huge work of art.

When Renn came out of the garden with Viola in his arms, he suddenly saw that there were already a group of people waiting in front of the gate of God.

The first impression he had when he saw these people was like he had joined a celebrity company.

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

Some of them wear formal clothes and dignified manners; some of them wear casually and unkempt styles, but each of them has a unique temperament, as if they are not ordinary and elegant and unique. Anyone who is placed in the crowd is the most eye-catching focus.

What kind of art association is clearly the appearance association!

Ren secretly complained that the god, Ms. Long Hair, deserves to have a "beautiful" priesthood and is very biased towards good-looking believers, and not even a priest is ugly.

He quietly opened the Eye of the Soul and swept it over and confirmed that these people were all priests of the Church of Goodness.

The head of the Art Association was the president of the Earl of Hasilin.

Since President Hasilin, the souls of others are shrouded in the fire of faith, which is very fierce. Everyone is at least a devout believer, and most of them only believe in long-haired ladies.

However, after Rennes observed the souls of these people, he did not feel any more sank.

He saw that several people's souls were red in color, most of which were light red, and one or two deep reds, which represented hostility towards themselves.

The visitor is not kind!

Renn's eyes glanced across these people, and they were basically men, and he could guess what was going on.

The beautiful and kind church has some prosperity and decline. There are more female believers than male believers, and there are more priestess than male priests. There are only five or six men present. However, except for President Hasilin, almost all men's souls are dyed red.

"I became the public enemy of the Art Association's men."

Renne didn't care about this, and held Viola's hand tighter, which was quite showing off.

Under everyone's attention, Viola and Renn walked side by side towards the God's Gate.

At this moment, God's door was not opened.

Hasilin said without delay, "The ritual altar has been laid out. Go in. We will guard the ladies outside and pray to the ladies with you and ask the ladies to give them divine art."

"Thank you, Your Excellency President." Viola responded calmly.

Hasilin nodded, turned to face the God's Gate, ready to open it.

"Please wait a moment, Your Excellency President."

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

Only Haxilin was unmoved and focused on casting spells, releasing a white light to activate the runes on the God's Gate. The heavy stone gate opened inward, revealing the scene inside.

After doing all this, Hasilin slowly turned around and asked, "Yetz, what do you have to say?"

The one who made a sound was a young man in his thirties. He had a handsome appearance and a bit delicate. He was wearing a blue formal dress with a sticky blue dress, a sword around his waist, and a delicate lyre with a timeless temperament. No matter who saw him, he had to praise him for a handsome man, which was enough to capture the hearts of countless girls.

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

In the opera, this Yetz is a handsome nobleman; outside the opera, he is not a civilian, and he wears a noble medal in front of him.

From Yetz's soul, it can be seen that he is a level 5 magic swordsman.

Renn looked carefully and found that this guy was a bit unsimple and unconventional elemental magic swordsman. Several elements were rare, like a rare and extraordinary profession, but not perfect.

Anyway, this person is very strong.

The other party suddenly spoke, and Ren was not surprised at all. He realized at first glance that this person had the greatest hostility towards him, and it would be strange if he did not take action.

He looked at Viola on the side.

She was covered by the hazy veil and seemed to have no mood, but her tight hand exposed her thoughts, and she was obviously extremely angry.

Yetz took two steps forward and said loudly: "President, please forgive me for my rudeness. I just want to ask whether there is a provision in the Scripture that the God who enters the lady must be a believer of the lady or a real artist?"

Hasilin did not hesitate and nodded, "There is this regulation."

"Thank you, Your Excellency President." Yettz saluted very politely, then turned to Renn, stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Renn, are you a believer of the long-haired lady?"

"No." Renn replied calmly.

"So, do you understand art?" Yetz asked again.

Renn had roughly guessed his intentions and suddenly found it interesting.

Every move of this person seemed to be performing a drama, with his tone of speech, politeness, and his clothes were carefully matched, and his words and deeds were as if they had been rehearsed. They were all impeccable, and they looked a little exaggerated, but they also gave people a very natural feeling.

Is this too deeply involved in the role and treating myself as the protagonist in life?

Or are you playing a role game?

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

Because he did not answer Yetz immediately, his face was a little strange, and he thought it was a sign of guilt in the eyes of others.
To be continued...