"We're here." As the carriage stopped, Priul opened the side door of the carriage and walked out.
Brutus followed closely behind, and he looked at the surrounding environment. The most eye-catching thing in this neighborhood was a huge circular marble building. There were carriages parked on one side of the road, and the coachmen gathered together in twos and threes to chat.
Wearing something, several maids would pass by on the street from time to time.
As soon as the two got off the bus, the public carriage they were riding in quickly left the street without stopping at all.
Brutus looked at Priul, waiting for him to introduce this place to him.
"The Andro Opera House, here is the Sissoko people's favorite drama." Puliure looked at the opera house not far away and said to Brutus, "If you don't go in and watch the most famous drama here,
, then a trip to Sissoko must be incomplete.”
He took out two tickets and smiled proudly at Brutus: "You are lucky, someone just gave me two tickets to a private room. The performance in the evening was the most famous opera created by Andro.
"Sailing to Dalonia"."
"Evening? But isn't it already afternoon?" Brutus glanced at the sky to make sure that the sun was still hanging in the sky and had no plans to set for the time being.
"Are you still worried about passing the time when you come here?" Puliul showed a mysterious smile on his face, but in Brutus's eyes, it seemed like he "understood everything".
Priul grabbed Brutus' shoulders and led him towards the opera house: "Okay, let's go in first. You don't want to stand outside all the time."
As soon as he entered the lobby of the Opera House, Brutus saw a bunch of nobles wearing gorgeous dresses. Most of their dresses were made of purple satin. But there were also some wearing red and white satin.
The "alien" of dress.
Compared with their gorgeous clothes, Brutus and Priul seemed quite poor.
Brutus noticed that the positions of these nobles seemed to be distinguished by the color of their clothing.
"These are just vain little knights and down-and-out nobles who are trying to make things happen." Priul said in a voice that Brutus could barely hear clearly, "They like to rely on the color of their clothes to express themselves.
political stance.”
"And how can those big nobles and big businessmen who can really stand at the top of the political stage stay in the hall and talk about things."
Among a group of knights and nobles, it was quite easy to find a waiter who was dressed shabbily. Prioul didn't waste much time before he found a waiter and handed him the two tickets he held.
The waiter checked the emblem on the ticket, and after verifying that it was correct, he led the two of them to a private room on the second floor.
"The best seat is over there." Puliure pointed to the front row of seats on the first floor. "It has the best view. At certain times, you can interact with the actors on the stage and even perform an impromptu performance on stage.
.”
Brutus secretly sighed that such a person must be such a terrorist: "I'm afraid such a position is expensive."
"Of course!" Priul nodded, "The ticket price here is twenty silver lats, but it's five times the price there."
Brutus was a little stunned by the high price. You must know that the long sword that Priul bought before was only thirty silver lats, and the ticket price of this private room easily matched the price.
.
"But the advantages here are not as good as those in the front row." Puliure took out a bottle of wine and two transparent crystal wine glasses from the wine cabinet on the wall with ease. "Here you can relax and enjoy the opera while doing it."
What you want to do.”
He filled two wine glasses with wine and continued: "What's the point of watching an opera without the company of fine wine and beautiful women?"
...
Speaking of the plot of "Sailing to Dalonia", in Brutus' words, it is an old-fashioned story about a group of crew members exploring islands in the ocean by boat and hearing the singing of mermaids on the way.
Of course, it is actually more local. There is no mermaid in the opera. Instead, there is a Dallonian woman with a beautiful singing voice. She successfully used her singing to attract the Sissoko crew passing through the nearby waters.
, saved himself from being forced to live on a deserted island due to a shipwreck in a storm.
All in all, the whole story made Brutus a little drowsy. If he had a choice, he would definitely choose to play with his mobile phone or put on headphones to listen to his favorite pure music instead of watching such a scene, which seemed very boring to him.
of opera.
The only thing worthy of Brutus' praise is probably the appearance of the actors. After all, the beautiful women and handsome men are indeed pleasing to the eye - if it weren't for Priul's wanton laughter and the shy maid sitting on him
The sound makes people feel more happy.
As the opera ended, nobles and businessmen walked out of the Andro Opera House.
Brutus stood on the street and found a quiet place to breathe the fresh air that he had not seen for a long time. Priuld touched the maid's elastic buttocks for a long time, and then kissed the maid with a few silver coins and a kiss.
Sent back to the opera house, and then approached Brutus with a smile on his face.
"You're not really that serious, are you? You're not moved by those beautiful girls at all."
"No, I just-" Brutus shrugged his shoulders, "from the bottom of my heart I hate such overly intimate actions."
Priul looked a little surprised. He had never seen anyone think like this before: "Is this a reason?"
Brutus nodded without hesitation: "Of course."
"Prior, this is a disease." Brutus felt the chilly breeze and let out a sigh of relief. "But in my opinion, such a disease is not a disease."
"In my opinion, not liking women is the biggest disease. Your disease is very serious." Puliure laughed a few times, "But I think it is understandable. After all, everyone has a past that is difficult to tell others.
.”
"I hope one day you can cure the disease in your heart." He pressed Brutus' shoulder, "At least don't like men, otherwise it will be too terrible."
"Don't worry, no matter what, I won't care about you like this." Brutus smiled and took away Priul's hand, and replied with a firm tone.
"By the way, what do you think of the opera just now?" Prioul seemed to have no intention of riding in the carriage for the time being. He took Brutus walking on the streets of this neighborhood, feeling like he was drinking and eating.
walk.
"To be honest, I don't really like it. It's a bit boring."
"Ha, I thought everyone in Gris liked opera." Priul's tone sounded a little disappointed, "It turns out they are the same as me."
Brutus replied: "Everyone has their own likes and dislikes, that's normal, isn't it? But there does seem to be music worth listening to here."
"Huh?" Priul raised his eyebrows and listened carefully, but he didn't hear where the music Brutus mentioned was.