The Endless Shuttle

He prefers human uncertainty, as well as all kinds of emotions and creativity.

This has sufficiently filled his empty heart for hundreds of years, and Loki is not in a hurry to return to the myth. Therefore, he has been avoiding the battle with the godslayer so that he can enjoy more " hapiness".

It's the same this time—

Walking in the empty and secluded corridors, every time Loki moves forward, the torch that was already an ornament will re-shine with the light of the flame, replacing the deliberately extinguished light and illuminating the way forward.

The current mutation of Avista has been regarded as a game by him, and finding out the beginning and end of this game is what Loki has to do now.

Intuition tells him that there is something he wants in this opera house.

After a while, a crimson gate attracted Loki's attention—to be precise, the light running out of the gap in the gate.

In this huge opera house, it seems that only this room has traces of "people" left.

Pushing open the door, the huge opera stage movie appeared in Loki's eyes. The stage was obscured by a curtain, and low and soft music came from the speakers on both sides, which seemed to be preparing for the opening.

Looking down again, countless rows of seats were empty. Only in the center, in the best viewing position, sat a beautiful woman with long blonde hair.

That is Hasta with the skin of the "King of Yellow Clothes" removed.

She is wearing a white evening gown, which matches the scene here like a wicked taste, gracefully like a reserved noble lady

"This is really... I met a lady."

Loki murmured, took off his hat and walked towards the girl's place.

A few steps away from Hasta, Loki's heart shuddered, and the god's dangerous perception made him stop.

Loki immediately changed from being casual to gentlemanly, and asked respectfully, bowing slightly.

"Noble lady, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to sit with you and enjoy the opera?"

"..."

As if thinking about something, Hasta glanced at Loki with the reptile's six-sided pupils with the displeased displeased, and spoke indifferently.

"...Fake, do you know opera too?"

"Well... how do you put it." Loki was not angry at being despised by the girl in front of him. After thinking about it, he said helplessly.

"I can't say that I'm proficient, but I know a little bit about it. After living for a long time, I have to try everything. Over time, I will develop a useless "person" who understands everything and is not proficient in anything. "

"Huh, since you know a little bit, then allow you to sit down."

Withdrawing his gaze, Hasta turned his head and continued to stare at the curtain, as if there was a famous painting on it.

"Then forgive me for being rude."

Loki took a seat and sat down beside Hasta.

"Call me a "fake", you seem to have known my origin? "He asked casually. "The monsters in the mist all have the same taste as yours. The change in this small town is the result of your demonstrating authority?" It's really generous enough. "

Obviously, Loki regarded Hasta as the **** of noncompliance who also descended.

"not me."

The blonde girl was simple and straightforward, and said without looking back.

"If you are in a hurry to find death, go to the tower in the middle of the town. If you are not in a hurry, it is not too late to send you to death after watching "The King of Yellow Clothes", fake."

The girl tapped the handrail lightly with her index finger, and made a crisp sound of "ding".

The curtain was slowly opened.

"The newly created script needs to be polished. Before that, let's take a look at some nostalgic things into the atmosphere... Well, there are rare intelligent creatures who can appreciate my opera. Allow you to comment after reading it."

"The King of Yellow Clothes..." Rocky said calmly. "I haven't heard of the title of the play, I'm a little bit interested."

The curtain disappeared and two figures appeared on the stage.

One of them is a girl, dressed in a classical aristocratic robe with a silver crown on her head, as a queen. On the other hand, the black robe is embroidered with yellow prints, and there are no traces of facial features on the face, which is as blank as white paper.

-"Queen" and "Strangers".

The music sounded, obviously in a brisk rhythm, but with the weird and stiff scenes on the stage, Rocky's brows were frowned.

He smelled it.

Just at the beginning of the game, he smelled the madness and despair contained in the script, which almost stopped the heart, surging like a tide, and rushing towards his face.

"Strangers" began to sing along with the music—

"Queen Cassiluda was meditating in the room; mourning her passing blank days. Her dreams disturbed the waters of Lake Harry

The ancient prophet is sleeping in the lake. "

"In the depths of Huades. Two suns slowly fall into Pinghu. Darkness grows in people's hearts, just as the shadow of the sun stretches on the lake."

"Queen Cassiluda was meditating in the room, and the approaching mist surrounded her. The lost Kalksa stood in the mist.

Project the posture of a towering tower in the abyss. "

After the reading, the "stranger" stepped back, and another stiff figure stepped onto the stage and began to talk to the "queen".

"It was a bold and stunning opening."

Loki resisted the discomfort, still smiling.

"It is the first time I have encountered the chanting with Tuva's elegiac accompaniment in so many years. If this was created by you, it would be a truly remarkable work."

"That human being, Robert Chambers said so."

Hasta seemed to have some energy, and said with some joy in his words.

"Although most humans cannot understand my script, the artistic content is impeccable, and I firmly believe in this."

The opera continued, every dialogue on the stage affected Loki's heart, almost nauseous, but fascinating, and wanted to continue watching.

When he recovered, Loki realized with horror that his "wisdom" essence had been attacked, and there were some cracks.

Unusual, absolutely unusual!

This woman... Loki clenched the armrest, and he began to regret his decision to stay and watch.

"Who are you... on earth?"

PS: Robert W. Chambers is the original author of "The King of Yellow Clothes". The master of craftsmanship created Hasta, the former dominator, on this opera.