Don't confiscate my citizenship

The night has deepened, and the bustle in the central square of Brilliant Broadway has gradually dissipated.

The main lighting of the Opera House has been extinguished, leaving only a few soft night lights, which cast a light golden glow on the outline of this majestic building.

In front of the theater, the last few audience members were leaving reluctantly.

“Tonight’s screening was fantastic.”

"I think we can consider changing the plot when the original work is republished."

"By the way, have you heard of these two actors before? They are so capable. If there was no war, they would not be touring the country."

They talked in low voices about the wonderful performance just now, with the aftertaste of excitement still on their faces.

In the hall, the Brilda Opera House began its routine closing process.

The footsteps in the performance hall echoed on the empty ground, and occasionally the click of seats being retracted could be heard in the distance. It was the staff who were tidying up the auditorium and carefully dismantling the scenery.

In the backstage area, the actors had taken off their makeup and left.

The lights in the dressing room were turned off one by one.

Only a few rooms in the long corridor on the first floor were still dimly lit.

The second floor of the theater was still as bright as day.

"Miss Abigail, thank you very much for your willingness to see us alone."

Ranch and Thalia finally received an invitation to meet Abigail at the opera house.

Through the half-open window with curtains, one can see a rather spacious mansion terrace.

Its internal area is roughly equivalent to the performance hall of the entire opera house. It is a space that combines the style of a divine palace and a modern library. It is exclusively owned by Abigail and is her current residence.

"Which friend introduced you here?"

Abigail covered her forehead, and the pure silver-gray hair that poured down like a waterfall shone with a metallic luster under the lamp.

She wore a black off-shoulder evening gown with well-cut fabric that fit her exquisite figure. The black gemstone necklace wrapped around her neck reflected her fair skin. She was leaning on the sofa at the moment and seemed to have a very migraine.

If you want to blame these two people, it is definitely not possible. They saved the scene no matter what, otherwise she would have to go up and perform tonight.

But they two.

Ask them to act, and they actually dare to agree!

Abigail still has lingering fears and is extremely scared.

These are really two amateurs. They relied solely on luck, psychological quality, and the compatibility between themselves and the characters to fool the audience without any danger!

"It was Mr. Barton, Mr. Barton Hall of the Mafia who recommended us to come to you."

Lan Qi replied politely.

Thalia nodded silently, sat aside without saying a word, and concentrated on sensing the space.

Its complexity has far exceeded that of the silver palace beneath the Brilda Mafia.

The dome-shaped ceiling is about fifty meters high and is painted in a style similar to that of the opera house performance hall, but the walls are surrounded by dark brown solid wood bookshelves that extend to the ceiling. Each bookshelf is filled with precious music and drama documents. , there is not a single book on magic engineering, which makes it difficult for Thalia to imagine how disdainful Abigail is for the talent of magic engineering.

In addition to countless antique collections, in the center where they sit is a set of ancient West Wing Free Federation style sofas and coffee tables, with an exquisite silver tea set placed on the coffee table.

The air is filled with a touch of sandalwood, and the wine cabinet on one side of the wall displays a variety of high-end wines and crystal wine glasses. The entire space is lit with warm brass tones, and the terrace overlooks the entire Broadway Center Square.

But it's not as simple as it seems.

Every wall was covered with space-bound spells that were difficult for her to understand.

Abigail, a seventh-level space magic craftsman, does not have much fighting ability.

But if it were in her carefully constructed base, the situation would be completely different.

Thalia was originally resistant to entering such dangerous and unknown territory.

However, after judging that Abigail's invitation was not hostile, she still agreed to Lan Qi's coming.

"Barton? Are you acquaintances of him?"

Abigail sat up more and looked at Ranchi and Talia. She never thought that Barton happened to save her life.

"Yes, this is a token given to me by Mr. Barton."

Lan Qi took out a silver cross brooch from the pocket of his gray coat, placed it on the glass of the coffee table in front of him, and pushed it to Abigail.

"It's really his thing."

Abigail picked up the brooch, observed its refracted light, and murmured thoughtfully.

From what she knew about Barton, he would not hand over his personal tokens to others easily.

Although she and Barton have a unique communication channel, it is not suitable for displaying it in front of others and making its existence known, so Barton must have considered the rules between them and did not contact her directly.

"What do you want from me?"

Abigail handed back the silver brooch and asked in a more relaxed tone.

"You two are definitely not ordinary people. I can see that you are both very strong, especially her."

She pointed at Ranchi, then moved to Thalia.

These two people are definitely not in the pool.

It's not like she hasn't heard their names.

But no matter who they are.

Since these two people have helped her a lot, if the other person needs her help, she should help them as well.

"That's right, Miss Abigail."

Lan Qi said, taking off his disguise,

"I am actually Landry, a professor at St. Creation's Monastery. I encountered some trouble today, so I had to change my appearance and come to the opera house to find trouble."

He gradually changed back to Landry with black hair and blue eyes.

When she heard the three words "Landry", Abigail's eyes trembled vaguely, and her breathing rhythm also began to change vaguely.

"Landry, Professor...?"

Abigail asked him with a hesitant smile.

"I'm very sorry for concealing my identity, but we were indeed introduced by Mr. Barton."

Lan Qi believed that even if he didn't explain clearly, Abigail could probably guess his purpose——

He needed her support from the Imperial military.

"It's okay, it's okay, why are you apologizing?"

Abigail kept a hundred percent smile and waved her hand.

"...Of course I have to apologize."

Lan Qi felt that Abigail didn't seem angry and continued to speak,

"Maybe there was some communication error when we met you. We also wanted to help you as much as we could, so that's why it happened like that."

He couldn't see what Abigail's attitude was.

Abigail seemed to understand, but did not completely believe him, with a hint of sarcasm and coldness that was almost perfectly hidden. In other words, at this moment, she was completely alienated from him on some levels.

Thalia stared at Abigail, unable to read what Abigail was thinking now.

"Professor Landry, so you hope that I can help you promote your influence in the Empire's magic engineering community and make you personally more valued by the Empire's military, is that right?"

Abigail asked straight to the point.

"That's right, that's right."

Lan Qi also admitted.

"Can I ask a question first?"

Abigail didn't answer yes or no, she just put her hand on her chest, bowed slightly and asked him with interest.

"Excuse me."

Lan Qi nodded.

"How did you manage to come up with a series of principles such as the fission of magic energy as if you were enlightened recently? I would like to ask you for advice first..."

Abigail spoke unhurriedly.

"..."

at this time.

Thalia seemed to be keenly aware of the subtle changes in the air, and her golden eyes flashed with vigilance.

Abigail's smile still hung on her lips, but the depths of her eyes became cold and sharp.

Her fingers gently caressed the black gemstone necklace, and there was a dangerous atmosphere in the air.

The hands of the antique clock had just passed eleven o'clock, and time stood still at this moment. Both Lanqi and Talia felt an invisible sense of oppression, which made their heartbeats suddenly accelerate.

In an instant, the lights in the banquet hall flickered, and all the candles started to sway.

"what are you doing!"

Thalia quickly stood in front of Lanqi, protected him, and turned around to catch Abigail. She knew that at this moment, Abigail was no longer the friendly conversation partner just now, but a An enemy through and through!

Suddenly, a low and long resonance, like the morning bell in ancient sacrificial rituals, trembled in this small area.

Sound waves spread in the form of visible ripples, stirring up layers of ripples in the air, tearing countless fine cracks into the still space and time.

The opera manuscripts collected on the bookshelf moved without wind, and the portraits of famous actors in the gilded photo frames seemed to come to life, watching this sudden change with scrutinizing eyes.

Thalia reacted almost instinctively, trying to help Lan Qi block the space magic that had reached the eighth level.

This magic power is not strong. She will be slightly injured at most by the spell triggered by the high-level magic device, but Lan Qi will definitely not be able to withstand it.

However, the gears in this space turn inexorably.

When Thalia was about to use her spiritual magic to control Abigail and receive the spell triggered by the black gem necklace, the space suddenly distorted and a mirror about two meters high appeared silently out of thin air.

Thalia felt a sense of weightlessness. Her feet, which had once been able to dance on the stage, could not find the point of exerting force.

"orchid……!"

Before her voice could be conveyed, she passed through Lan Qi's increasingly transparent outline, as if catching a wisp of morning fog that was about to dissipate. When her sight returned, there was only nothingness left.

The room is still this room.

But neither Ranch nor Abigail was missing in front of the sofa.

"Lan Qi, can you hear me?"

Thalia looked around.

She suspected that she had been isolated to another channel in this space, and would not be able to return to where Ranch and Abigail were before it was lifted.

"Don't worry! She can't hold me for long!"

She shouted anxiously, no matter how much damage was done, it seemed like she was the only one in the world. She could only shake it gently, but could not find the core coordinates of the tearing space nodes.

The facts confirmed her guess. She was obviously close to Lan Qi, but she couldn't get a reply from him.

…

In the original room.

The fluctuations of space magic gradually subsided, and the vortex disappeared without a trace.

The second floor of the Brilda Opera House fell into dead silence again, and everything just seemed to be just an illusion.

Lan Qi sat alone in the middle of this magnificent mansion.

The scent of flowers that always accompanies Talia still seems to remain in the air, lingering with a vague aftertaste of magic, reminding Lan Qi that what just happened was not an illusion.

"Miss Abigail? What are you doing?"

Lanqi asked Abigail who suddenly attacked him.

The other party seemed to have no intention of further attacking him for the time being.

Or maybe he felt that after eliminating Talia, he also lost most of the threat accordingly.

"You really have a good mentality..."

Abigail sneered and crossed her legs.

"Who are you?"

She squinted and observed Lanqi and asked.

"I am Landry."

Lanqi said firmly.

Just like when the head of the Imperial Special Operations Department, Red Falcon Nicola, asked him, he could not give a second answer.

"Still lying, then it's meaningless."

Abigail seemed to find it ridiculous and raised her head.

"Why do you say that?"

Lanqi asked her puzzledly.

His eyes swept across the room.

The wall clock ticked, and every sound seemed to be a ruthless mockery of him.

Although he did not admit it, he also had a hunch in his heart that Abigail might not be fishing. She was so decisive in attacking the stronger Talia, which meant that she should have evidence.

"Landry is my junior fellow apprentice. Do you think I can't recognize him?"

Abigail's eyes gradually became colder. She no longer had the patience to listen to this fake's lies.

"I have long felt that according to Landry's level, it is unlikely to reach this point. In other words, if he is given ten years, no, even a hundred years, he will not be able to come up with such a thorough overview of fire and seals. Now I am sure that he was indeed killed and his identity was taken away by someone."

Her voice became more and more hateful, and her fingertips pinched into her palm.

"Wait, Landry's murder has nothing to do with me."

Lanqi explained hurriedly.

He now realized that the problem was not good.

Let's not talk about why Abigail is Landry's senior sister. If these things are linked together, he seems to have become the real murderer of Landry in Abigail's perspective!

The token from Patton must have been cheated by him using Landry's identity, and Patton's face is no longer useful.

Perhaps because he and Talia had acted so comedian-like in the theater before, they didn't look like bad guys, so Abigail gave him a last bit of face and didn't do anything directly.

"Then tell me, how is my junior brother Landry now?"

Abigail stood up, stepped on the coffee table, and looked down at him and asked.

"He...may not come back."

Lanqi choked.

"Okay, since you admit that he was murdered, you also know that he was murdered, and you say you are not the murderer, then tell me who the murderer is?"

Abigail no longer had the temperament of an opera director, but became a fierce interrogator.

"It's...that..."

Lanqi was speechless again.

He couldn't sell out the Allies.

If Abigail found the trace of the Allied spy Miss Unity and handed it over to the Empire, then Lanqi would really become an honorary Imperial.

"Heh."

Abigail sneered and moved her feet away from the coffee table.

She was too lazy to talk nonsense with this funny man.

Hand him to the right person, and he will naturally be able to pry out his intelligence.

Abigail took out a magic card with pink light, touched it and put it to her ear.

Lanqi looked at the communication card in Abigail's hand in surprise.

It was exactly the same as the one in Landry's hand.

"What number are you?"

Lanqi asked Abigail while sitting on the sofa.

Abigail glanced at him and did not reply. She only focused on the communication in her ear and waited for the connection.

A few seconds later, a noisy sound came from the pink translucent communication magic.

"Teacher, come to the opera house. I caught a big fish. Your guess is right. Landry has a problem."

Abigail quickly spoke to the other end.

"But I'm investigating something very important, and it takes a lot of mana to transmit it."

The communication magic card lit up intermittently, and a male voice came faintly.

"Come here when I tell you to! Why are you talking so much nonsense!!"

Abigail shouted at the communication magic.

"..."

The other party didn't dare to speak,

"Okay."

He said so.

Then Abigail hung up the communication.