Pastor's Tantra

Leipzig, White Dove Opera House.

The overture played by the orchestra and waiting for the audience to take their seats ended.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our performance today is about to begin!"

Before the curtain opened, a man with a white dove mask on his face, a thin and tall figure, and a voice as loud and clear as a radio host stood in the middle of the stage, opening his arms diagonally upward.

It was as if he was praising the sun with all his heart, and embracing the night sky reflected from above the open-air theater.

Under the grand lights of Leipzig, the night sky was no longer pure black, but a chaotic color between dark blue and dark purple.

The audience in the audience was very polite - they did not cheer, but applauded enthusiastically.

The applause lasted for a long time. Even in the VIP room above, some faint sounds could still be heard.

The decoration mode of the White Dove Opera House is like a watch with a strange shape but no hands.

The main stage below is a bright crescent moon, and the audience is in the dark space facing the crescent moon.

On the second floor, there are twelve large rooms protruding inward, among which the rooms at twelve o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, and nine o'clock are particularly large. In addition, there are forty-eight slightly smaller spherical rooms.

If someone can look down from above, they will find that the audience is like broken diamonds dotted on the dial; and sixty VIP rooms make up the rest of the dial.

At this time, the honey badger is staying in the VIP room above.

The room she is staying in is the luxurious VIP room at six o'clock. Because the range of the "crescent moon" on the main stage is from ten o'clock to four o'clock, this is basically one of the best viewing positions.

The soft crimson carpet attracts people's attention as if it is soaked in blood.

But the room is not as magnificent as the honey badger thought - it is a rather mysterious and low-key dark color decoration.

In the purple-black room that looked like the night sky, there were large amethysts dotted one after another. Strange pink light seeped out from those amethysts... The feeling of sprinkling on her body was as gentle and ambiguous as a whispered sigh.

The honey badger wore a fitted butler's uniform and stood at the front of the room with a half-full wine glass.

This place was like a diving platform, the farthest away from the "shore". However, she did not feel any instability or shaking.

The front half of the wall of the entire room was almost entirely made of a transparent glass. But according to the manager, this glass was one-way... You could see outside from the inside, but you couldn't see inside from the outside.

The voices of the host and the first opera singer on stage could be clearly transmitted directly into the room; however, the voices of the audience were suppressed to the lowest level - if she was not a transcendent who adapted to the Tao, she would not be able to detect any noise other than applause.

There were also two knobs near the wall that could adjust the one-way visibility of the glass and the sound extraction of the audience seats.

Just as the honey badger was looking down at the entire opera house with an indifferent and almost indifferent look, the crimson curtain was just pulled open.

And the foggy gray wall at the nine o'clock position opposite the stage and also behind the audience seats suddenly became clear.

I saw a few figures vaguely seeping out from the glass wall - they were a few bodies clinging to the wall and entangled in an ambiguous way. The male figure stretched out his hand towards the wall, as if turning a knob... Then the glass became more transparent.

At this time, the singer was singing the opening song of the prelude, and the movement in the room also became more intense at the same time. The man used both hands to press one person's hands against the glass window from behind, and there were two other girls on his left and right sides clinging to it. The action of this scene seemed to have some kind of lens language, like another dazzling play.

From the singer's perspective, she could obviously see all of this - but she didn't show any strange color, instead, she showed a sweet smile in that direction, accompanied by an elegant transition, and jumped like a deer to the other side and disappeared behind the scenes.

Then, it was like an invitation, opening the prelude to luxury and chaos -

Under the gaze of the honey badger, the VIP rooms in the other three directions also lifted the visual obstruction one by one. Different plays were performed one after another like showing off, and the lights of sixty VIP rooms covered with a layer of fog wall were turned on and off one after another.

From the perspective of the honey badger, all of this was as ridiculous as a fast-paced puppet show. Each room was like a window, and each window played a different drama of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

Some were ecstasy of pleasure for both parties, some were torture of blood slaves, some were showing the wonders of being bound, and some were guests showing off their proud bodies alone... There were both male and female guests, and their blood slaves were also both male and female, and the number and dress were different. Almost every room was only lit up for a few seconds before dimming again, forming fleeting but impressive afterimages.

Rather than watching the opera being performed on the stage, the guests seemed to prefer watching the "pantomime" performed by each other.

Under this spectacle, the opera singers could not have the slightest panic or hesitation. They had to perform everything perfectly and could not react to what they saw - although they were wild and almost crazy, all of this was theoretically secret.

Watching the rooms light up and go out, like the signals of a lighthouse flickering.

——Some viewers noticed all this, while others did not.

Honey Badger still held the red wine and stood in the front with an expressionless face.

"...Sir."

The younger of the two bunny girls brought in by "Mr. Ezio" came over with courage.

The other one realized that Honey Badger was in a bad mood, so she hid behind the younger one.

The call did not make Honey Badger turn his head, so she called again with a slightly louder voice: "Mr. Ezio..."

The honey badger turned around and looked at the two girls with indifference.

They didn't know when they had washed their bodies and changed into another set of clothes - although it was also a bunny girl's costume, this set did not cover any key parts.

They exuded the fragrance of fruit and a faint aroma of wine, and their skin was a beautiful pink.

"Mr. Ezio, is this dress okay? Do I need to change it?"

The girl whispered softly.

She looked outside with some concern and asked, "We don't need to turn on the visual here?"

"Is it usually necessary?"

The honey badger glanced at her and asked back.

The sharp eyes made the girl shiver involuntarily-she had never seen such sharp eyes. It didn't look like he was going to cut off his clothes from his body, but it seemed like he was going to peel off his skin from his body...

"This is probably... to confirm each other's identity. The atmosphere in Leipzig is sharing and openness. People who are too selfish will be rejected by others."

The older girl saw that her companion didn't speak, so she had to speak in a low voice: "So, it's better to..."

"Like this."

The honey badger answered simply.

Suddenly, she threw the wine glass she was holding tightly in her hand out and smashed it against the wall.

The glass wall did not break unexpectedly. In other words, the honey badger used delicate force to shatter the glass, but no broken glass hurt the girl, nor did it cause any damage to the wall.

The blood-red wine was directly spilled on the glass, hanging on the wall for a short time and forming a gorgeous painting.

The sound of the glass breaking scared the two girls - the younger one fell to the ground with her legs weak, and the older one was pulled by her and half-knelt on the ground.

The honey badger just pulled his tie a little crooked, and then directly unscrewed the visualization.

She reached out and brushed the bright red wine on the wall, smeared it on the glass wall, drew a bloody handprint, and slowly clenched her hand.

She maintained her dead-like cold eyes and expression, standing at the front with her chest and head held high. Behind her were two girls who were half-kneeling and sitting on the ground, with their eyes blank.

The murderous intent without any distractions made her silent and serious middle-aged man at this moment show a bit of dangerous but rational charm.

The evidence is that after this - several of the female guests in the VIP room opened the visualization of the private room wall, boldly blowing kisses or showing their figures in this direction.

The honey badger did not avoid looking at them, but looked carefully at everyone who invited him - and saw the bright red glow in the eyes of every female guest.

After she memorized all the faces of the moon children, she finally nodded.

She tilted her head slightly with a blank expression and a cold look, licked the remaining red wine on her hands, indicating that she would drink their blood one day. Then, the honey badger reached out and turned the visualization knob back to off.

"Is this... the White Dove Opera House?"

The honey badger murmured in a low voice: "It is indeed not suitable... to let that 'young lady' come here. I must be responsible for her purity with my life."

The solemn and low voice of the middle-aged man, like a killer with magnetic voice, made the honey badger look like a strict housekeeper at this moment.

"...Not really."

The slightly older bunny girl reacted.

She whispered, "It's not necessary to have such service... After all, we are here for guests. If the young lady comes to play, it doesn't have to be a boy... We can serve her. Or there is also the choice of simply satisfying the 'satisfaction', and even entertainment such as playing cards or chess...

"... And among us, in addition to those who understand these, there are also those who understand music, painting, and performance. Those opera singers occasionally come here part-time. Recently, the Earl has also recruited a group of extraordinary adults who understand politics, economics, literature, and alchemy, demonology, and necromancy... who can talk to guests about those too serious topics. "

... Count Leipzig is quite thoughtful, and I don't know what he has been through.

Honey Badger shook his head silently.

She knew that these people regarded themselves as the kind of "parental housekeeper".

But in fact, Honey Badger refers to the true identity of "Miss Aleister".

The fiancé of Isabel, the "Iron Queen" of Avalon, and the rumored girlfriend of the current Pope of the Church. No matter what, she cannot appear in such a chaotic and decadent place, the danger and variables it brings are too great.

Honey Badger turned around and sat on the soft sofa.

She took the wine handed by the girls, took a bite of the fruit fed by the girl, and then asked: "How long have you been here?"

The older one consciously stood behind her and gave her a gentle massage, while the smaller one skillfully got into her arms.

"This question is generally not allowed to be asked."

The slightly younger girl said, "But you are a VIP, so it doesn't matter - I've been here for about half a year."

"...It's only been half a year, have you already adapted to this environment?"

"Because of the kisses from the Moon Children."

The girl whispered, opened her collar, pulled the honey badger's hand in, and showed off the hot "hickey" on her chest. You can't see it from the outside because it's covered in clothing.

"Once kissed...the body can no longer live without blood. This is a poison more poisonous than any other poison."

The honey badger narrowed his eyes slightly and became more murderous towards the Moon Child.

"Then have you ever thought about it," Honey Badger asked casually, "What are you going to do next...?"

"After that..."

The girl paused for a moment, with a beautiful light of hope on her face: "If possible, I hope to be adopted home by a Moon Child."

"...Is it just that?"

"This is already a luxury for us."

The older girl replied softly: "We are all dead...we are lucky to be alive."

"Dead person? What do you mean?"

The honey badger was stunned for a moment, then asked.

The older girl looked to be about 20 or 30 years old. It was still possible for her to commit any capital crime at this age.

And that girl... looks less than twenty years old. Why did she become a "dead person" at her age?

"money."

The little girl replied simply: "Because the family has no money - the family's debts have reached a level that cannot be paid off no matter what. So we can only come here... The Earl of Leipzig is a very kind man and will give the family a large amount of money." The money is used as 'employee placement fee'."

"...Human trafficking?"

The honey badger murmured: "Isn't this the slave trade during the empire?"

"That's not the case. We all volunteered."

The older bunny girl said seriously: "At least here, we can maintain a safe and decent life... This is a job for us. It is better than death, let alone being able to save our family.

"No one is forcing us to go this way... and no matter how much debt we have, the Count of Leipzig will at least help us write it off. We are not sold by family members, and the Count will not accept such people. We are all It's voluntary...it's just a very dangerous job and it's hard to get home."

...Is this the desire for devotion?

Honey Badger's heart moved, and she vaguely realized something.

Through this method, the blood slaves who will apply for the job will at least be "good people" with a desire to contribute...

And just then.

The honey badger suddenly heard a scream.

She frowned slightly, picked up the girl in her arms and walked directly to the front.

She saw chaos in the auditorium - she followed the audience's gaze and quickly found the source of the chaos.

That was one of the VIP seats on the second floor, the VIP seat at three o'clock.

The visibility knob there is turned up to maximum.

And the broken corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Blood flowed down the glass and outside.