Crowded Crown Opera House, East of Celine, Tyre Downtown Plaza.
Eleazar, who had managed to get two tickets, pushed his way through the crowd.
On the bench in the plaza, Luna-senpai, who was hugging a cocoa cake, merrily ate it like a squirrel.
Someone suddenly sat down beside her and she immediately looked up warily, but upon realizing that it was Eleazar returning, she then broke into a smile and hastily swallowed the food in her mouth, scooting her butt closer.
"Oooh wow, where are we going to play later?"
Running away from home and having rendezvous with her lover out of town, things she'd never done before, seemed to fill her with exuberance.
Seeing her like this, Eleazar, who was about to say something, only silently changed his mind.
"Going to a music show later."
"Oooooh, is it a symphony?"
Luna looked ahead at the opera house grounds, envisioning them watching the show together later, before suddenly reacting.
"By the way, aren't you going to work?"
You remember this, don't you?
Eleazar glanced at the clock tower and said quietly, "This is what I do."
"A famous virtuoso, his music has an unusual magic, look at all these people in the square, all of them are his ardent fans..."
Luna was baffled, "So you guys suspect that he utilized transcendent powers to achieve this?"
"Uh..."
Eleazar toyed with his pocket watch, "Remember what I told you last time about cursed objects?"
"In essence, it is something that leads to depravity, that will give you a thrill of opening up to cheating in your ordinary life, and you will become more and more dependent on that thing, seeing it as a treasure, seeing it as the most important part of your life, and at the same time becoming suspicious of those around you who are close for no reason, becoming neurotic, hysterical, paranoid, and finally, like a madman, performing all kinds of common people's incomprehensible actions."
Luna froze, "Then won't there be some pretty stiff resistance if you guys go and force the stuff away?"
"BARK~" Eleazar casually closes the lid of the watch.
"Generally this kind of transcendent event, the Church divides it into three stages, and handles them in three separate ways." "Initially exploring the usage of the cursed object, the heart of such hosts is very apprehensive, their inherent worldview has just been shattered by this kind of magical thing, and at the same time being approached by the official personnel, their heart is actually very alarmed, and they will generally cooperate with the work well, and only need to be educated and then collect the object, and then carry out the memorization process."
"Then there are those who have thoroughly mastered the use of the cursed objects, by this stage, they have already treated the cursed objects as their treasures, and in the face of the sudden appearance of the official personnel, the emotions are mostly resistant, the attitude is stubborn, and there is sure to be resistance, which usually requires coercive law enforcement."
"The last is the kind of person who has become inseparable from the cursed object, that kind of person's spirit has been completely contaminated, in the face of the departure of what is regarded as a treasure, there is a high probability of mutation, those who are still salvageable, we will send them to a psychiatric hospital to give treatment to the psychic tutor, and those who are not salvageable, are usually killed on the spot!"
Eleazar glanced at the clock and finally added, "And I'm not capable of deep memory processing, so the targets I've come to hunt down now must be heavy dependents in stages two and three."
After saying that, he yanked the confused Luna up.
"It's time to go, let's go."
"Oh~"
Luna obediently stood up and was held by the other party's hand, walking in the square where people were coming and going, a little shyly lowering her head and secretly raising it again now and then, looking at the back in front of her.
No one she knew, a stranger, was so uneasy, but there was an unreasonable sense of security coming from the hand that was completely held, a warmth that was so completely enveloping that she had never known her heart could still beat so vigorously.
Eleazar looked back and very dominantly yanked the man a little closer again.
"Go faster!"
"Boing~"
The two dawdled a bit as they walked into the opera house.
The inside was already packed to the rafters, with a venue that could hold tens of thousands of people, and heads were gathering everywhere, looking spectacular.
Leading the dragons to a seat in the center row, Eleazar narrowed his eyes.
Luna looked around as well, then asked in a somewhat frightened whisper, "Wouldn't it be tricky if something unexpected happened here?"
"It does get a little bit, but it's not a big problem."
Eleazar silently loads Revolver with silver bullets.
Due to the overwhelming number of witnesses at the scene, it is not appropriate to show superhuman abilities, so we can only show force that everyone can understand.
Roughly 500 meters from the recital stand, no wind, no obstructions, good visual condition, and as long as your hands don't shake, it should be bulletproof.
Luna was stunned when she saw that he even had his gun out, then deflated and leaned over with a somewhat reluctant crook of her body.
Even though there was a chance that she would only be able to see half the show, she still wanted to fulfill the scenes that she had fantasized about in her head.
If only he'd put his arm around himself...
She thought this, and by the time she got back to her senses, the stage in front of her had all but said their speeches and started playing.
An ethereal drumming sound that sounded like it came from the bottom of the sea was slowly played behind the curtain, and the rhythmic and magical melody instantly silenced the tens of thousands of spectators present, and even their breathing seemed to be forgotten.
"Dang..."
The distant drums suddenly sounded as if they were ringing in one's ears, making people's hearts skip a beat, and without waiting for everyone to react, the gentle scherzo then began to pacify, and then with a special piano entrance ensemble, the performance instantly reached a climax.
Sometimes tight, soothing, pulling at the heartstrings, the more that magical melody made people almost forget everything, their faces all obsessive intoxication.
Luna closed her eyes tightly, her body subconsciously leaned forward, the original figure of relying on, crossed and surrounded by hands, had fantasized about the sweet scene, instantly all forgotten.
Witcher, on the other hand, was looking expressionlessly at the recital stand in front of him, flinging the wheel of his revolver with one motion of his palm.
On stage was a zombie-like band.
The conductor flung his arms mechanically, and all the members played their instruments stolidly; they were not so much playing in an ensemble as they were being manipulated by that violin.
The young man in the tuxedo, his face as gaunt as if he hadn't slept for days, was still pulling on the strings with unbelievable intoxication as if the music was everything to him now.
It was a violin that had been wrapped several times around its body with transparent tape and seemed to have been knocked out at one time and then reluctantly mended, precisely because it had been broken, so that it could make this peculiar string sound.
A ghastly white eyeball slowly opened from the zither.