The magnificent theater was packed, and the stepped audience was packed. In the wide stage half surrounded, a huge leather sofa was placed in the middle of the stage. In front of it was a coffee table. The surrounding sets were cast in the shape of a magnificent palace with realistic projection crystals, and there were also flags carrying eye symbols and many steel structures.
On the sofa, there was a bare-headed man, Rozim, who was still wrapped in a huge wolf fur coat, as if afraid of the cold, with a huge claw and hammer next to him.
"Where is any rumor outside?"
He said this, a strong figure walked in. It had green skin, was wearing a slightly funny green-skinned armor, his face was pale, and there was a tall braid on the top of his huge head. I don’t know what material it was made of, it was Karen.
Cron sat next to Rozim, grabbed his hand, and said in a unique high Gothic language:
"Yes! Dad, I'll give you two gifts for your 200th birthday first!"
As he said that, Kron stood up and walked aside. Then, Loken, who was covered in a bunch of equipment, made it look like a casting general, walked out slowly. He held a box in his hand and handed it to Kron after a so-called murmur.
Kren then placed the box respectfully in front of Rozim. The guy stretched out his hand tremblingly, opened it and took a look, then frowned:
"What's so strange about a notebook that puts photos?"
"Dad, look at what's drawn on it."
Rozim bent down slightly, then raised the volume in surprise.
"Kessou Niya!"
Then he raised his head.
“Isn’t this where I, Horus, rises?”
Kron raised his hand and said passionately.
"This place will become a holy land! Uncle Luo Jia will build you a new perfect city here!"
Then Kron bent down again and opened the box.
"Dad, please read the inscription again!"
Rozim picked up the magnifying glass, looked at it pretentiously for a while, then shook his head and read it out.
"Let the Galaxy burn."
Then he laughed, and his laughter grew louder and pointed at Kron.
Kron waved his hand again, and Dogo, who was on the stilts, walked out with a sway. At this time, the Luncai painted a big flowery face, and didn't know what words were written on it. He also had a box in his hand, and said in a strange tone:
"All the speakers, I wish the great war commander will always win every battle!"
Kron picked up the box and handed it to Rozim. After Rozim took it, he looked around for a while, then smiled and pointed it twice. Kron then walked behind him and supported the sofa with both hands.
Then Rozim opened the box and saw a fruit knife-like thing lying inside, with a name engraved on it.
"Obsidian dagger? A handicraft, this thing has no political significance, right?"
"Dad, look at the inscription above."
Rozim picked up the magnifying glass, took a look, and read it out.
"Pseudo-Emperor..."
The next second, he slowly stood up and watched the audience read it out.
"...The pseudo-emperor is dead, and the new emperor is to be established! Hahaha, very good, very good!"
When he sat back on the sofa with a smile, he immediately looked at Dogo who was giving gifts.
"Which one of you came up with the idea?"
"Well, it's mainly the idea of ​​the company commander."
Kron also cooperated very well and raised his chest and looked up, but the proud expression he wanted to make was really laughable with his face. Ada in the entire theater was already laughing.
"Dear War Commander, I, Erbis, have never been complimented by anyone, but today I want to say that the first company commander is a genius, no, he is a super genius, a rare genius, an all-rounder~ a genius!"
In the main audience of the theater, Soshiyan, who had just arrived, saw this funny scene, couldn't help but cover her forehead, then turned around and whispered to Veronica beside her:
"Madam, really, what do you call this live baby to do..."
Veronica blinked with a smile.
"Didn't you ask me to call me? Do you still remember? You said you would call him over when you have the opportunity, so he could not handle it because he had trouble in the Nesson Galaxy. You see, this time he was making a big deal, and he beaten away a group of Chaos Space Marines alone."
"Uh...it seems...but what happened again?"
"It's not because you, your good brother, that's not because he's wandering around, but he dares to make trouble on the stage of the clowns' performance! As a result, he annoyed the troupe and wanted to kill him. If I hadn't ordered mediation in person, this matter would have been a big deal. The key is that Rozim didn't keep the door in his mouth and yelled that he was your brother, making things bigger and bigger... In the end, the solution was proposed, saying that he would compete with the clowns' troupe. If he lost, he would let him deal with it. If he won, he would not blame him."
"Ah? No, what happened..."
"Oh, don't say, where is Rozim's script for "Estwanda Incident"? It seems that he is going to win. The first time I saw the audience laughing like this. Is this the Horus who was causing the Great Rebellion like this?"
"It's a ghost! Who knows where this guy got the unofficial history script? Maybe it's possible that he wrote it now!"
"Wow, if it's really a live-action editor, then he's really a comedy master."
"Come on comedy, this..."
"Anyway, the Empire calls Horus a traitor, and I can't even mention it. What's there to worry about?"
Soshiyang rubbed his forehead. This feeling of anger, smile and helplessness could only be experienced by Rozim. It was not until nearly half an hour later that Rozim's performance ended. Ada in a robe walked onto the stage, and then all the lights were on.
"Audience! Please vote for this performance with your sincere hearts and laughter!"
Immediately afterwards, the curtain opened and two huge hourglass appeared in the air, each filled with red and blue sand, representing the choice of each audience member. You can choose or not.
As the gravel continues to fall, ten seconds later, the winner is decided.
"I announce! The winner is the historical repertoire of the human empire, "Estvan Event"!"
Rozim and others immediately walked out of the backstage and waved their arms arrogantly, while the clowns were dejected. You should know that losing to humans is not just a shame, and the entire troupe's face is also considered to be absent, and it is possible that they will break up directly.
However, the troupe itself is not very big and has no fame. Soshiyan didn't care about it, but immediately called Rozim in front of him.
This was the first time he had met Rozim with this identity.
Under the escort of the Phoenix Imperial Guard, Rozim carefully walked to the huge independent box in the theater. The ground was covered with thick carpets, and the motionless Phoenix Imperial Guard stood on both sides. At the end was a high platform blocked by curtains. On the platform, you could see two thrones side by side, one sitting with a slender and elegant figure, and the other sitting with a magnificent and huge figure.
"Oh, it's really surprising that you won, Rozim, it seems that you are not just good at cooking."
Veronica smiled and kept stroking the head of the royal cat Garfield with her hands, and the big cat suddenly said.
Chapter completed!