[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Although the Paris Commune lasted only two months, the fleeing of countless local nobles brought a lot of trouble to the weavers who took root in the eastern district of Paris, and the mysterious disappearance of Miss Aitele during the performance maintained the popularity of the Paris Opera House. At the same time, the power of the Phantom of the Opera reached its climax-most people working for the Opera House firmly believe that only the secretive methods of the Phantom of the Opera can explain Miss Aitele's bizarre disappearance in full view.She must have become the forbidden descendant of the ghost!

"Is this the new temporary base?" The man wrapped in a black cloak said hoarsely, like a night owl.

"Yes, sir—because after the commune movement, the original place was transformed into a wide avenue by Baron Ottoman, so Chief Yuna issued an order to relocate the stronghold." The young beggar replied respectfully, while enduring He couldn't help but curiously peeked out of the corner of his eye at this non-staff member who hadn't shown up for a long time, but was treated courteously by the two leaders of the spinner.But everything about the visitor was blocked by the huge black cloak, and he couldn't see anything except the slightly thin silhouette.

"Then, write to Chief Yuna, saying that I intend to take over here." The man didn't care about the slightly offensive look of the little beggar, but there was a natural sense of condescension in his words.The little beggar was captured by the momentum he didn't understand, obediently agreed and pulled one of the many bells behind the curtain to explain the matter, while he was careful to accompany him.

"How long have these messenger bells been used?" The man faced the bell and asked in a complicated tone.

"It was only recently started to be used. It was first implemented by Chief Yuna's branch in Loire. It is said that it originated from the ideas and manuscripts of the previous chief." The little beggar replied proudly, with a clear admiration in his dark eyes of light.

Eric fell silent: the manuscript found in the Loire?This should be the ingenuity left by little Carol when she was Miss Alice, right?

In fact, from the moment he witnessed Miss Aitele disappearing on the magnificent stage, Eric remembered everything little Carol had said to him, whether it was the heart-wrenching interrogation in the underground Taoyuan or their return to After the opera, his little apprentice talked heart-to-heart again and again.

Eric remembers that little Kahlo came from a distant ancient country in the East; that she wanted to wear a gorgeous rococo dress for her coming-of-age ceremony; that she was deeply fascinated by her music; and that she once confessed that music was not her whole soul. .

It is not modest to say that most of the splendor of her life was carved by him.Until she disappeared mysteriously, no matter how perfect little Carol's singing voice was, it still bears the distinctive imprint of The Phantom of the Opera.And this small mechanism, although crude, its owner has obviously tried his best to break free from the shackles of the mentor since then, and has developed his own and brand-new thinking.

"Sir, Maher's younger sister is sick, and the little girl hopes that her brother will go back to accompany her—can I take her place here? Don't worry, I'm the best little shepherd here." The childish voice of the little girl was easily pulled back. Eric's chaotic thoughts.That is such a beautiful voice, as soft as swaying water plants, and as light as fish swimming at the bottom, he wondered where he had heard it before.Eric followed the prestige, and unexpectedly bumped into a turquoise lake.

"Eletta." The little girl, who was not even as tall as his waist, looked at him with a calm smile, her light-colored white-gold mushroom head was shining brightly in the dark alleys of Paris.Eric noticed that the pale pink lips were exactly the same as when Irene was waiting for him in the dressing room for the first time.

Aleta means wings.Eric was stunned for a while before realizing that this was the little girl's self-introduction.

"Go back quickly, Maer, don't let Lucy cry hoarse." Eletta is obviously very prestigious among the little shepherds. The little beggar looked up at the chant's black cloak, made sure he hadn't received a signal of objection, and ran away in a hurry.

"Eric." After Maher left, the temporary stronghold did not become quieter.Eric ignored the self-conscious gazes of the little shepherds around him from time to time, and breathed out his name from his lips with some hope—a name that almost no one knew except little Carol.

"A lonely and powerful ruler? It's very suitable for your name." Eleta's lake-like clear eyes were full of sincere admiration, and Eric heard her continue to say with her innate beautiful voice "But I've always thought that loneliness and worldly passions never go against each other—maybe you'd like to show kindness and take in a helpless little shepherd?"

Eletta said "alone and alone", but there was no trace of life's hardship in her long, satin-smooth light-blond hair and vibrant green eyes.As a little shepherd who had never met the psalmist, the little girl's words actually seemed offensive, but it made Eric's absurd expectations stronger.

"If you are willing to soar in the eternal night." The man's answer came from under the black cloak. This time, it was deep and sweet, like a violin playing.

Aletta has the same perfect voice as his little Carol. Although he has no skills to speak of, he can control all the ups and downs of the melody in his chest without a teacher.As his emotions flowed between her lips, Eric found himself unable to refuse any of her requests.

When Maher saw the former little princess Eletta of their East Street again, the little girl had become the real princess of the Paris Opera House.At that time, she poked out her radiant face from the black cloak of Mr. Psalmist, and regained the most sincere support of the waifs headed by Maher without any effort.

Starting from the East Street, to the whole of Paris, with the chant as the shield, Miss Eletta's tentacles finally extended to the weaver's headquarters in the Loire Valley, and then it was no surprise that another of the weavers actually took power The person--the Earl, who was backed by the Shani family, fell into a confrontation.Surprisingly, Miss Sophia, the current leader of the spinners, has fallen for Miss Eletta.

"What's the point of controlling the spinner?" Eric had asked at first.

"I heard that besides us, there are two other people who know the secret of the Phantom of the Opera." Aletta thought about the teacher's question for a while and tilted her head to answer, "And, I think it should be mine. .” So the chant became Miss Aletta’s most solid backing.

At the same time, Miss Eletta lived up to her reputation as a ghost apprentice. She learned to sing at the age of six and appeared on stage at the age of 12. She became famous with "Don Juan of Victory".People commented at the time: "Only the coolest hell can contain such a desperate melody, but when Miss Aletta sings with an angelic holy voice, the suffocating hell will also become a paradise."

"The voice of an angel? Huh?" In the dark underground of the Paris Opera House, Eric folded his arms and let out a soft hum with a half-smile.

"The voice of the angel belongs to the light, and Aleta belongs only to you." The girl stopped chasing him less than three steps behind him, with a steady breath and a lively tone.Eletta raised her face slightly, her face was full of childishness that could not be concealed by the makeup that had not been removed; but the complicated skirt was scattered behind her, like flowers about to bloom.

The girl's beautiful green eyes were still sincere and bright, and she didn't have the old-fashioned look that controlled half of the weaver.

"Eletta, after tonight, you will be 12 years old, right?" Eric stared blankly at the little girl's green eyes, which looked more and more like Irene, and asked abruptly.

"If you take the day you brought me back as my birthday." Eletta turned to face Eric's unobstructed face, walked backwards with her hands behind her back, and replied slyly, "Don't tell me the omnipotent opera The phantom forgot to prepare a gift for his beloved little apprentice.” ——Aletta, like Irene, regards his unsightly and ugly face as normal, but she is much more willful than Irene, this is a child favored by the phantom Exclusive privilege.

Eric liked girls who were free, and he doted on Aletta unconditionally, as if Irene could also be compensated.

He suddenly felt a sense of relief—Irene ran away from him when she was 11 years old, and kept missing, and it started there.Then Aletta, who he gave all tolerance and all love to Aletta from the beginning, won't leave again, right?

"Aletta, from today onwards, learn an ancient language with me." Eric's voice was a little relieved.

"No way? It's such a terrible gift again!" The girl turned around again, and when Eric came up, she habitually grabbed the man's skinny palm with her white and tender hands, and became more and more proud of her rash self-recommended back then. , "However, no problem, mentor."

What Aleta was asked to learn with her tutor was a language from the Far East, with square glyphs and cadenced pronunciation.It is said that it is the language of the hometown of an old friend of the teacher.Tens of thousands of different words and complex and changeable semantics are definitely the most difficult language category Aletta has come into contact with in the past two years following her tutor.

Is this a language that people can learn?Aletta, who is only above average in language talent, lamented loudly on the first day of study.

"Oh, this reads 'water chestnuts', not 'chestnut marmosets'. Although they are all plants, they are not relatives! Teacher, you made a mistake again!" But in less than two years, the underground palace was full of her arrogance. The voice is gone - the girl seems to have an innate talent for this kind of elegant language, and she surpasses Eric by a large margin in the blink of an eye.

"Then Eletta teach me to read it again." Eric didn't mind at all, he just smiled with a good temper, and there was some kind of overly ardent expectation hidden in his eyes, but he was carefully restrained by the master.

"Then listen carefully: water chestnuts—" Aleta spoke in a precise voice, prolonging each sound in order to cool down her faintly hot cheeks, and at the same time secretly complaining about the teacher's voice Why is it getting more and more attractive.

Eric didn't believe that there was another person in this world who could have the perfect voice like little Carol, or who could have such charming green eyes and mechanical ingenuity.Regarding the latter, Eric draws conclusions from the astonishing speed with which Aleta became familiar with the dungeon.Most importantly, he didn't believe that the little girl he bumped into just happened to have an unparalleled talent for the language of Irene's hometown—a talent that far surpassed his own.

Therefore, when he discovered the unexpected visit of the Viscount Shani and his wife, he was not overly emotional.Eric pulled out the white mask that he hadn't used for a long time, and walked steadily towards the prayer room where he used to linger when he was young, and was embarrassed by Eletta's relentless laughter behind him.

The author has something to say: Well, so the younger sister will go back. As for the opportunity to go back, it depends on whether the hero is strong or not.In the end, there are only one or two chapters left, and the main body of this article is almost over. Thinking about it this way, I am so happy——I can immediately play my brains on the sidelines as I like.