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Chapter 84 Bosom friend
The man picked up the key from the old butler's waist and tried to open the door, but failed. The key to the warehouse was in the hands of the gatekeeper, Aisley, but had already been taken away by Millie Tang.

Not only did Millie Tang take the key, she also cleaned up the scene where she had cast the forbidden spell before leaving, and she collected all the materials spilled on the ground into a small bag she carried with her.

Wilson stood beside the corpse with the key and hesitated for a while, as if he was considering whether to take the butler's key to open another room next. However, reason told him that this was too risky, so he bent down and hung the key back on the butler.

He straightened his clothes and checked the scene, but found no evidence. He could only walk into the dark corridor in disappointment to look for Token.

And where is Token now? He's still in that huge rehearsal hall listening to the play...

Yes, he was listening to an opera, The King in Yellow.

As Liu Yonglu and Medea sat on the steps studying Liu's comments on The King in Yellow, Token thought of a tiny possibility, but he was unwilling to believe it.

That is, the Mr. Bean in front of him is related to the oracle in his previous dream, or he is the earthly preacher of that god.

You have to know that the mass ceremony prepared this time is very complicated, equivalent to a nesting doll design, divided into three layers. Even the few people who had been monitoring with him in the forest cabin before only knew two of the layers.

Therefore, even if there were some mystics who did something to disguise themselves as preachers on earth, it would be impossible, because they simply could not guess which god they would ultimately summon.

But what is the situation with this person in front of him? Token's face was gloomy. Being the head of the Ship family proved that he was definitely not a credulous and naive person.

"Mr. Bean, how about asking Miss Medea to sing a song? You can give us your opinion after listening to her?"

Token was quite polite. Liu Yonglu had almost finished criticizing him, and indeed he couldn't find any more "yellow" in the script. It was a good opportunity for him to get out of the trouble. If someone asked him to listen to the opera, he would just listen to it.

He knew it well because he often listened to it.

So he sat down in the audience, Medea stood back in the center of the hall, and Token went back to play the piano.

But even though he was playing the piano, his posture was very interesting. He leaned his body to the right, with his right leg stretched out and hanging outside, and his whole body was tense. What was he doing?
He was preparing to sprint. As long as Mr. Bean was tortured to madness by the chaotic knowledge of the gods, he would quickly pull the handle of the control mechanism on the wall.

But as soon as Medea started singing, Token felt that something was wrong with the scene today.

Normally, the young talents who listened to the Yellow King would have to listen for several minutes before they were unknowingly bewitched by the Star Sea Lord and then twisted and sealed. But the one in front of him started to get excited from the first second.

Liu Yonglu was sitting in the audience, with his legs crossed and his eyes squinting. His hands were not idle. As the melody rose and fell, he began to pat his knees. What was he doing? He was keeping the beat.

His hands were not idle? His mouth was not idle either. Medea was singing loudly at the bottom, and he was sitting there singing quietly. He was not familiar with the words, but he just followed along vaguely, shaking his head while singing.

What was going on? Was it that the Lord of the Deep Space Sea was particularly fond of him? Or was it that Mr. Bean himself was particularly familiar with the ancient knowledge of the gods?
Let Medea sing for a while longer, but five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and it was still the same. One was singing more and more devotedly, and the other was listening more and more absorbed in it.

Token muttered to himself, "Why don't I ask them to stop for a while while I check to see if there's something wrong with the placement of the sculptures in the hall, or if Mr. Bean has ruined the script of The King in Yellow."

But before he called for a stop, Liu Yonglu stood up first.

"Sister, please wait a moment..."

Liu Yonglu stood up directly, holding the script and waved his hand to stop Medea's performance.

“I heard this and realized what the problem was.

You didn't sing this play by yourself, did you? There are many characters in this book, including Camilla, Adonis...

How about this, I'll play an unimportant role for you, I'll chase Adonis first and then go to Beekley, is that okay with you?
This stage art cannot tolerate any carelessness. "

After he got involved, Token stopped playing the piano and was stunned... What was going on? Someone even volunteered to sing "The King in Yellow" with him?

Medea's emotions are quite stable, because her body is in a relatively peaceful state only when she is exposed to drama.

"Mr. Bean, but..."

Medea was about to say a few more humble words, but Liu Yonglu walked over and came back with a chair.

"This chair is like a curtain. The left side is the entrance door, and the right side is the exit door. We must not break the rules.

You sing first, starting from the first act, scene 1, and I'll find the right tune based on your voice." Liu Yonglu was so eager to perform, and he also wanted to get closer to Medea and paralyze Token at the same time.

Just as Medea was about to sing, Token came around from the piano.

Why? When the singing starts, I really don't dare to step out of the sculpture's influence range. There are many things I need to understand quickly.

At this time, he brought two glasses of red wine, one to Liu Yonglu and one to Medea.

"Mr. Dou, I've really been enlightened today. You are indeed a drama master from the Netherlands. You really know a lot about drama. Have a glass of wine to moisten your throat first."

"You are kidding me. How can you drink before going on stage? Isn't that just waiting to mess things up?"

Liu Yonglu didn't respond to him. He walked to the wine cabinet, put the wine on the table and replaced it with a glass of water.

"I wonder what Mr. Bean thinks of the play The King in Yellow. Haha, as you know, this is just a fragment. If you think it's valuable, I can think of a way to get the second half."

He was testing Liu Yonglu with these words.

"It's pretty good, the play is good, but there are some problems with the lyrics. I'll revise them later."

"So what's wrong with Miss Medea's singing?"

"It's OK. I always thought she had a sweet voice. She can sing this better than that... Anyway, I have a buddy who can also sing this. He's better than him."

"Oh……"

Although his words didn't make sense, judging from his tone and demeanor, he wasn't crazy. Thinking of this, Token's hand holding the wine glass began to tremble.

In fact, some mystics can barely disguise the other two conditions if they have sufficient intelligence.

But this is the only thing that makes him and Medea have an indescribable tacit understanding, and this cannot be faked.

Why were all the audiences he had invited in recent times Medea's fans, and all of them young talents? On the one hand, it was to vent the twisted will of the Lord of the Star Sea, and on the other hand, he also wanted to try his luck, in case the preacher on earth was among them.

So this person in front of me...is he really Medea's soulmate?

"Okay, Mr. Bean, I won't ramble any more. I look forward to your next joint performance with Miss Medea."

After 10 minutes, Token regretted it because the way these two sang was simply... indescribable.

"The moon at night descends silently behind their shadows.

I see it! I see it. What does it mean if other people can see it, too? Can it still be an illusion? "

This is Medea singing, authentic opera singing.

"If what we two saw was not an illusion, Your Majesty, what should we do?"

This was sung by Liu Yonglu, an authentic Xipi Liushui. He even changed the lyrics of the last line to keep up with the rhythm.

At first, Token played the piano for accompaniment, but later he stopped playing. What the hell is this?

"Dong dong dong."

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Token, can you come out for a moment? We have something to discuss with you." It was Jiuli's voice.

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