Once, Pascal had proudly looked down on the poorly dressed and pale members of the Black Cat Opera. That was his self-opinionated idea of a winner's superiority.
However, looking at all the beautifully dressed actors, who all had a healthy glow now, around Vicki, that superiority dissipated completely.
He even began to feel inferior under their stares.
It was obvious that the Black Cat Opera had most likely found a wealthy sponsor.
Just the opulent costumes alone would have cost tens of thousands of copper coins to custom make.
Hence, this theater must be rented by them instead of illegally occupied.
Pascal quickly smiled brightly. "Ahem, Maestro Vicki, why do you sound so distant now? Didn't we have a couple of friendly conversations before? I'm Pascal, the maestro of Maca Opera. A few of your companions are even our troupe members now. Even if you have found a rich sponsor now, you cannot turn your back on us."
