Donald did not refute Grace's analysis because he felt the same way.

Regardless of how popular the Rose Opera Troupe is, there are many things that need to be handled every time the location is moved, and the preparations required to complete a performance are very complicated.

"Second point."

Grace stretched out another finger, "Opera needs actors to perform, and the state of actors is not fixed, and no one knows if any unexpected situation will occur."

"Indeed." Donald nodded.

No actor can maintain his peak state all the time and will be affected by various external factors.

Such as acclimatization, accidental illness, rehearsal injury, eating a bad stomach and so on.

"But the image we saw has no such concerns at all. I think when recording these images, they have to repeat them at least dozens of times behind the scenes to achieve the most perfect effect. This is an opera that can never be compared to Yes." Grace breathed a sigh of relief, "It's like with the death of a great actor, his masterpieces will also become extinct."

"Even if someone performs the same opera again, it is no longer the same." Donald breathed a sigh of relief and smiled helplessly. "After all this, isn't there any merit in the opera?"

"Of course there are advantages."

Grace smiled lightly and looked around, "We are all real, we can interact with the audience, and that kind of image is just a cold picture."

Donald was lost in thought.

He heard the noise of the troupe members, but his mind was calm.

After a long time, he raised his head with a helpless expression: "It seems that this is the only advantage."

…

Fu Qing was in a bad mood.

Indeed, she admitted that the story presented in the image was very exciting, and when she finally saw the ending, when the two met again, she even shed tears.

But it made her mood worse.

As the current Rose Flower of the Rose Opera Troupe, she is a well-deserved focus wherever she goes.

Countless nobles cheered and revelled for her, just because she saw her, they were so excited that they couldn't sleep at night.

It has always been her dream to become a rose flower. She doesn't know how much effort she has put into it. After the previous rose flower Grace stepped down, she achieved her dream with her own strength.

Today, as the protagonist of "The Witch's Journey", she should have been noticed by everyone, but now she has become nobody cares.

Even she herself felt that the opera performance of "The Witch's Journey" was far inferior to the story presented in the video.

Fu Qing's mood is really bad.

He came to the sink, turned on the faucet, held the cold water in both hands, and gently slapped it on his cheeks.

She looked up at herself in the mirror.

It is still the attire of the witch, with a star-like emblem in front of the slightly raised chest, the neck is slender and delicate, revealing the delicate collarbone like jade, the face is flawless, with a few strands of hair soaked in water sticking to the face. side.

Fu Qing snorted softly, feeling a little better.

"Strange, why is it so quiet?"

Xu Shi noticed something, and Fu Qing muttered in a low voice, but she didn't think too much, and continued to lower her head to wash the makeup on her face.

These things should be cleaned up quickly after the performance, otherwise it will easily cause damage to the skin.

It seemed that a cool breeze was blowing, and it continued to penetrate the flesh and penetrate the bones, causing Fu Qing to shiver.

"Where did the wind come from?"

She was a little strange, and seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and the softly humming tune disappeared.

There are obviously no windows here, and there is no sound of footsteps, how could there be cold wind.

Fuqing swallowed her saliva, and the sound of rushing water became the only sound in her ears at this time. It was terrifying to be alone in such an environment. She wanted to straighten her waist and open her eyes to see what happened, but The body suddenly froze in place.

The feeling of coldness came from the back of the neck, cold into the bone marrow, like some kind of weird soft substance, and the contact with the skin brought a strange touch that made the hair stand upright.

Fu Qing had no doubt that that thing had the power to break her neck easily.

There is absolutely extraordinary power at the moment, Fu Qing doesn't understand, she is just an ordinary person, why does this happen? Is it some ardent fan?

Thinking of the stories circulating in the industry, her body trembled faintly.

The strength at the neck increased, pressing her face on the cold sink, and the radiant original spar light quietly pressed down, and the darkness eroded.

"You, who are you? Why did you attack me? What do you want?"

Fuqing didn't dare to scream loudly, even though there were many members of the Council of Elders in this place, she believed that if she did that, it would definitely be her neck that would be broken first, so she could only ask in a low voice.

The unknown attacker didn't speak, and the whistling wind almost wiped her cheeks. Fu Qing opened her eyes slightly and clearly saw that the washbasin was as if the butter had met the hot blade, and a gap was cut by the way.

Fu Qing suddenly lost her voice.

"I ask, you answer, understand?"

The voices overlapped, as if strange murmurs, "If you resist, you..."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll tell you everything!" Before the words were finished, Fu Qing had already promised while crying, and her reaction seemed to make the people behind her not respond for a while.

Could it be that this is acting?

Weakness to show strength?

After a brief silence, the voice spoke again.

"The first question, are you a dancer?"

"I'm!"

It was still an unexpected answer, and it was neat without any hesitation, which made the owner of the voice hesitate and began to doubt his own judgment.

Could it be a mistake? Is this woman a mere jerk?

After all, the thinking of the Annihilation Cultists cannot be judged by normal people, and it is not surprising what happens.

But there was still something wrong, her weakness didn't seem to be played out on purpose.

"Second question, what is the plan of the plan?"

"Plan? What plan?" Fu Qing's words were full of confusion.

silence.

The air seemed to be stagnant.

"Do you think I really dare not kill you?"

There seemed to be a hint of anger being played with in her voice, and for a moment Fuqing seemed to feel that the top-level monster was awakening behind her, and her body was almost instantly paralyzed.

"I really don't know, don't kill me, don't kill me, if you ask anything else, ask something else, I will definitely say it!"

Perhaps the instinct for survival was stimulated, and Fuqing struggled to cry, but it was only in vain.

"Why did you use the Faras Empire's messenger magic when you were on the stage before?" [Chapter 2355, the Faras Empire, the homeland of Elizabeth, long gone]

Fuqing's voice trembled: "Because this kind of magic has long been lost, and no one will find out if it is used in so many mixed magics, that's why I do this."

During the city celebration, the entire steel city is closely monitored, and the magic fluctuations caused by any unauthorized magic cannot be hidden. The stage is indeed the best place to hide.

"What I'm asking is why you have this kind of magic and where did you learn it!"

"I... I would have been."

It's getting more and more outrageous!