The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"You are truly the most perfect gentleman I have ever seen."

Marie held onto his arm, walking through the empty corridor, her tone full of admiration and emotion.

"Even when dealing with those rude lower-class people, you maintain such grace and etiquette. Even just to greet them... Though I think there's no need, it's really charming. The men of Ryan should really learn from you what it means to be dignified."

So she noticed.

Mr. Newcastle looked at the red carpet stretching to the box, but his mind was full of the silent eyes outside the door just now.

For a moment, he was lost in thought, and a line that wasn't in the script slipped out of his mouth.

"I think... a gentleman and a lady do not exist separately, Saint Sis did not give anyone two different legs when creating us."

Perhaps you could be kinder to them.

Princess Aileen once said to let the citizens of Thunder City eat cake, because there were indeed many cakes in the bakery windows of Thunder City.

But obviously Roland City does not have them, or maybe they've already been devoured by people who eat ravenously, and all that's left in their pockets is crushed dignity.

Marie stopped walking.

Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, as she turned her head, a trace of doubt in her gaze.

"What does it mean?"

She was also educated, unlike those unlettered fools outside, and could hear the sarcasm in his words.

Mr. Newcastle suddenly snapped back, seemingly recalled the cruelty of the nobles' ways, and quickly changed his words.

"What I meant was..."

He put on a look of deep affection, wearing the gentleman's mask once again.

"Only a true gentleman is worthy of a true lady like you. As the Holy Words say, He first created his own mother, and a gentleman... of course exists to protect ladies."

Whether the Holy Word Book actually says this doesn't matter, after all, "everyone is a Priest," he too blasphemed idly.

However, his blasphemy was just right, as Marie's brow relaxed, and her minor doubt was quickly dispelled by sweet words.

"Hehe... Oh, Mr. Newcastle, you're quite the talker."

She covered her mouth, letting out a string of silver bell-like laughter that echoed chills in the empty hall.

Mr. Newcastle smiled and made a gesture of invitation, taking Miss Marie's extended hand again, ready to dance with the demon.

"Please, beautiful Miss Marie, tonight the bell will ring for you alone... May happiness always follow my most beloved."

The two walked hand in hand toward the vacant audience seats, awaiting the trembling "Miss Eloise" to make her stage debut.

Tonight Roland City was quieter than usual, as stone masons circulated the manuscript of the Encyclopedia, while the bell echoed through the deserted theater.

An unprecedented grand stage was completing its final rehearsal in ancient Roland City.

And the good show had just begun...

...

On the upstream of the Rushing River, the stage was hosting an unprecedented grand performance, and the Colin Grand Theater downstream was no different.

The vast theater was full of people, without walls of deterrent bayonets, but almost lifting the roof with the din of voices.

One must say, the entertainment methods of this era are still too scarce, as a stage play could make Thunder City citizens watch it several times over, even directly propelling paper into the sanitation field.

Prior to this, even respectable Thunder City citizens used newspapers, flyers, and even tax receipt stubs to wipe their backsides.

Even though their paper-making technology isn't lagging, they already have things like "paper cups" from the post-industrial era.

Additionally, Luo Yan heard that many citizens with business and creative minds from Thunder City have ventured into the media field, suggesting a flourishing era might be upon us soon.

Thunder City has strong industrial foundation and high literacy rates, even the clueless Knights enjoy reading, though they read novels.

If their creativity can be fully liberated, certainly more than a few scripts could be brought forth...

In the second-floor VIP box.

After exhausting Miss Colin with Padric's help, Luo Yan quickly fulfilled his promise to Mia of "bringing you alone next time."

The small box held only two people, with an atmosphere that was tranquil and peaceful, infused with a scent more sweet than incense.

Sitting on the velvet sofa, Mia felt as though she might burst into flames. Her languid yet slightly proud face was now as red as a ripe apple, with her knees wobbling under the skirt.

And that graceful tail of hers couldn't help but secretly knot, swinging about under the velvet cushion.

Is this... is this a date?

It should be!!

I wonder if this is Luo Yan's first time... hehehe.

Her hands clinging to the hem of her skirt turned white with tension, Mia gently swallowed, her eyes staring at the stage and occasionally stealing glances at Luo Yan beside her.

Just like always.

Whatever he does, he's always so focused, whether it's staring at the blackboard, the book, or out the window...

It's all this guy's fault.

If Professor Lilith hadn't called someone to the platform for a demonstration, Miss Padric wouldn't have watched the blackboard so intently!

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