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Chapter 124
Chapter 124
After enjoying a play more than nothing, Mistry returned to the hotel where he stayed.
He walked into the room with the cool air of the night, and found that Lucia was sleeping obediently huddled, her brows stretched, and a shallow smile on her face.
It seemed like a good dream indeed.
Mistry sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroked Lucia's hair, felt the warm touch of her palm, smiled and bent down and kissed Lucia's forehead.
Lucia grunted something, Mistry listened intently, barely distinguishing his name.
Do you have yourself in this sweet dream?
What kind of dream would that be?
Although he was able to enter Lucia's dream, Mistry did not do so. The clothes on his body once again turned into strands of black mist and disappeared. Mistry got into the quilt and made Lucia a little smaller. Group hug.
The lively and powerful heartbeat came from Lucia, and Mistry was very satisfied with the vigorous heartbeat.
Mistry closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The whole Lloyd was in a frenzy because of the way the emperor picked the queen.
Young women who were a little hopeful were trying their best to build momentum, and even Lucia, who was a tourist, heard a lot of propaganda about herself.
But Flora didn't plan to make such a fuss, but chose to take the high-end route and open up the channels for the great nobles of Lloyd.
At the end of the banquet, Flora took the time to meet her, explaining that she might not be able to meet in recent days, because Flora was going to meet many nobles.
Can't go to see Flora, Lucia played in Lloyd as a tourist.
Today, she specially chose the theater, wanting to see what plays Lloyd has.
"Why do you suddenly want to watch an opera? Didn't you like it before?" Mistry flipped through the repertoire skillfully. "There will be an opera later, it seems to be about love, do you want to watch it?"
"I just wanted to see it all of a sudden." Lucia replied absent-mindedly, looking at the introduction sheet in her hand, "Today's "Miss Rose", the plot is about Miss Rose falling in love with the nightingale, and she confided her love with the nightingale... What kind of drama is this?"
"I think you might like this better." Mistry introduced another copy to Lucia. "About the adventures of the three brothers at sea, this opera will be played tomorrow. How about we watch it again tomorrow?"
Lucia shook his head for a while, then shook his head: "No, let's see it today, I don't want to wait any longer! You can't delay what you like, what if you don't have interest tomorrow!"
Mistry was amused by the childish Lucia, and he replied with a smile: "Okay, you wait for me here, I'll go buy a ticket."
Lucia took the candy box that Mistry handed over, sat on a chair in the corner of the theater, and watched Mistry line up at the back of the ticket-buying line.
He was tall, tall and straight, with a handsome face, standing out in the crowd.
Many girls who also came to buy tickets couldn't stop staring at Mistry, and they were very interested in this handsome and decent gentleman.
It doesn't look like God anywhere.
Lucia held her chin in thought.
Thinking like this, Mistry has never been angry, nor will he scold himself. He has grown up with him since he was a child. It can't be said to be obedient, but it is always for his own good.
Even if he refused his own request, it was for her own good. When he was a child, he would reason with her and let her study hard.
From childhood to adulthood, Mistry has been with me for too long, even more than Ram and Anna.
They have endless things to say together.
When they were in Arlanthal, every time Anna went to Lady Yemendro's shrine, it was a pleasant time for them to talk.
At that time, Lucia had confided to Mistry about his 'unbelievable dream', using the excuse of a dream to tell him about another world.
They were separated from the confessional door, like best friends who could talk about everything, exchanging views on everything.
It is precisely because of Mistry that Lucia has a place where she can put the anxiety of coming to another world.
When arrived at Selancha, after learning that Mistry was a god, every night before fell asleep, chatted with each other from all over the world.
There are hardly any secrets between them.
Before meeting Mistry, Lucia never knew that liking someone turned out to be such a feeling.
It's like the indispensable half of her life, and it will never be complete without it.
Lucia kept her eyes open and stared at Mistry until he came back with the package: "I've bought the box ticket for "Miss Rose"."
"Yeah." Lucia stood up and stuck it to Mistry's side like a sticker.
"Go in now?" Mistry asked. "There's still about an hour before the opening."
"It's okay." Lucia replied obediently, "Let's go first."
Mistry felt that Lucia was too obedient today, and he squeezed Lucia's face lightly: "Why are you so obedient today, did you do something bad?"
"I don't." Lucia stuck to Mistry's side again with a slap, and couldn't let go of his hand when it reached him.
The gentlemen and ladies were supposed to go in arm in arm, but Lucia insisted on holding hands childishly, and the two walked into the theater like children.
The high-value combination held hands like this, attracting many people to look over, and after discovering that it was a young couple, they showed a kind and sarcastic smile.
Lucia blushed, and was led by Mistry to the box. After the two sat down, Lucia held her chin in a daze.
Such a silent atmosphere is very rare, making Mistry a little uncomfortable.
He looked down at Lucia, and found that the little girl's expression was very calm. When she was quiet, she looked very quiet, like the girl in the painting.
Mistry did not disturb Lucia, and when the play started, Lucia finally recovered: "Hey? The opera has begun?"
"Yeah, what are you thinking so seriously." Mistry handed Lucia a glass of honey, "Drink water."
"I'm thinking about love." Lucia said solemnly.
"Huh? What conclusion did you come up with?" Mistry asked with a smile.
"This is my secret, I won't tell you." Lucia winked mischievously at Mistry and moved her eyes to the stage, "Ah, the opera has started, come and see~"
Mistry also set his eyes on the stage, and a girl in a fiery red dress walked onto the stage along with the light music.
With lively music, the story gradually unfolds.
This story tells the story of Rose falling in love with the nightingale who sings every night, and it is the rose that the girl performs.
In the story, in order to attract the attention of the nightingale, the rose blooms with all her strength, but neither her beautiful and delicate petals nor the seductive fragrance can attract the attention of the nightingale.
Because that's not what Nightingale likes.
Until the end of the opera, Rose finally discovered that she could not make the nightingale fall in love with her no matter what, she dedicated a painstaking song and dance, and finally withered in the splendor.
Mistry was attentive at first, but in the middle, no matter how much Miss Rose showed her love, Lucia burst into tears when Nightingale was unmoved.
As soon as Lucia cried, Mistry couldn't stand it anymore. He rushed to comfort Lucia, and the result of coaxing and persuading him was useless.
By the end of the opera, Lucia's eyes and nose were red from crying, and her small body twitched.
That's how she turned her head away from Mistry when she was blowing her nose.
Seeing Lucia so pitiful, Mistry took a handkerchief and wanted to help her: "Change a handkerchief, yours has already been used."
"Don't come here." Lucia's voice was still crying, "Don't watch me wipe my nose."
Mistry didn't understand at all, he looked at Lucia in confusion, the little girl chirped for a while, and then asked: "I want to draw paper!"
At such a time, Mistry would of course not ask Lucia to do something unpleasant. He readily conjured up a box of tissue papers and watched the little girl wipe her face and nose with all her might.
When he turned his head, in addition to the red eyes and the tip of his nose, Lucia was a lovely little lady again.
"The handkerchief is dirty," said Lucia. "You have to take it back and wash it before you can use it again."
"I'll wash it for you when you get back," Mistry replied.
"No, I'll wash it myself." Lucia refused wisely, "Let's go back."
Mistry's long hand crossed Lucia's eyes, propped on the back of the chair to block Lucia: "Since yesterday, you have been wrong, Lucia."
"No." Lucia stubbornly denied, "There's nothing wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you," Mistry said. "Tell me, Lucia, what happened? Did someone upset you?"
Lucia shook her head: "No one makes me unhappy."
"That's what the emperor did, don't you like it?" Mistry asked again.
Looking back now, the change in Lucia's mood obviously started from understanding the emperor's actions yesterday. Maybe what made Lucia unhappy?
Or just let Flora become the queen directly?
"No." Lucia shook her head again, tears welling up in her eyes again, she looked at Mistry, choked and hugged his neck and cried, "I like Mistry so much! "
Mistry was caught off guard by Lucia's hand. He hugged Lucia and tried to coax her, but found that she was crying even more.