The performance of Black Swan came to an end amidst the waves of applause … Even when the curtains on the stage were slowly drawn, there were still many audience members who were unwilling to leave their seats for a long time, only hoping to see the 'Flower of Falosi' one more time.
Professor Sharinya sat in the VIP seats and listened to the endless applause below. As a member of the National Theatre of Noland, he was very satisfied with the performance and Black Swan. As expected of the top troupe from Falosi, almost everyone was conquered by the charm of the 'Flower of Falosi' tonight.
"Professor Sharinya, the carriage has been arranged. Are we going out now?"
"Of course, it's time to say goodbye to our old friend."
Professor Sharinya picked up the goblet in his hand, drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and then put the glass directly on the table next to him.
He didn't know what was called taste, and he never had such an idea. He only knew which red wine was good and which was bad. This was also one of the ways he managed the theater. The connotation and artistry of the performance were the most important, the most important thing was to be interesting and attractive to the audience …
This was the most basic point for a theater to survive, but one of his old friends never understood this point and scrupulously stuck to his sad art.
Now that his art had forced him into a corner, it was time for Professor Sharinya to make the National Theatre of Noland the only theater in this country.
Professor Sharinya pushed the door open, and several attendants followed behind him. Before he could reach the stairs, a figure at the end of the corridor made him stop.
"Professor, where are you going?"
"I'm just going to visit an old friend, Miss Carolee … You've just finished such a wonderful performance, it's better for you to take a rest first."
Sharinya looked at the girl leaning against the wall of the corridor. It was the 'Flower of Falosi' who bloomed her charm on the stage just now. Although she had taken off her makeup, the gorgeous and heavy dress on her body had not changed.
"I heard from my father that Noland is the most prosperous city in the world, far more prosperous than my motherland's capital, Regal. But I've been in this city for almost three days, and I haven't had a good look at it yet. Professor, can you show me around?"
Her speech and movements were elegant and graceful, but only God knew what this girl, who could play all kinds of roles to the fullest, was like.
"This … Miss Carolee, forgive me for offending you …"
It was an honor for any man to be able to tour the city with a beautiful woman, but this time, Professor Sarinya was here to cause trouble, not to go sightseeing.
It was enough to bring a bunch of burly sorcerers to cause trouble. What was the big deal about bringing the leading actress of his own theater, the Flower of Falosi?
"Professor, can I understand that you are disobeying the order of a duke's daughter?"
Although there was no trace of command in her tone, this sentence was enough to make Professor Sharinya's back overflow with a large amount of cold sweat.
The hierarchy in the National Theater of Noland was very clear. As the behind-the-scenes manager of the theater, he should have the absolute right to speak, but ever since the arrival of the Black Swan, things had changed.
His relationship with the Black Swan was not that of an employer, but an equal one. In fact, the most eye-catching Black Swan in the troupe was far superior to him.
The reason for all this was that the 'Flower of Falosi' was the daughter of a grand duke of Falosi, and Professor Sarinya's identity was just a theater manager.
His old friend, the Knight Of The White Thorn, was also a Falosi. Only people in a country full of artistic spirit would open a theater, and this Black Swan had chosen to come to his theater purely on a whim.
Just like now, her sudden request to go out, Professor Sarinya still could not guess what was on her mind.
"But Miss Carolee, if you go out now and someone recognizes you …"
Professor Sarinya knew what kind of influence the 'Flower of Falosi' had in Noland. If Carolee's identity was recognized outside, it might cause a commotion.
"I know, that's why I'm already prepared." Carolee took out a mask and put it on her face.
"…"
A mask alone could not hide her identity at all!
Sarinya wanted to remind the 'Flower of Falosi' directly, but considering the identity of the other party was the daughter of a duke, he did not dare to continue to neglect her.
It was a good opportunity to let her see the decline of the White Thorn Theater, and then compare it with the National Theater of Noland that was now at its peak. This would definitely let the National Theater of Noland gain a foothold in the heart of this proud Black Swan.
"Please."
Professor Sarinya led the way and chose a corridor that only he and his attendant knew about. They came to the outside of the theater.
When Carolee lifted her heavy dress and sat in the carriage, Professor Sarinya let out a sigh of relief.
He should be glad that the audience had not left yet.
The carriage began to move towards the White Thorn Theater. Carolee, who was sitting in the carriage, opened the curtain and looked outside.
"Before I came to this city, I heard from my father that there are two theaters in this city."
"Only one, Miss Caroline," said Professor Sharinya. "The Whitecrown Theatre, which you refer to, has been reduced to the point where it has not had a new play for nearly half a year, and is on the point of closing down. No one would visit such a shabby place as that."
"Is that so?"
"I guarantee in my name, and I also guarantee to your father that everything you have enjoyed in Falosi is the best, and everything you have enjoyed in Noland is also the best. This is the answer that the National Theater of Noland can give you."
Carolee did not make any further reply. She looked out of the window, and her wine-red pupils reflected the scenery of the city. In the night, the light of the inscription lit up Noland.
After more than ten minutes, the carriage soon arrived at the entrance of the White Thorn Theater. Sir Sarinya got off the carriage. The White Thorn Theater was still so quiet, but the quieter it was, the happier he was.
"I hope this declining theater will not dirty your dress, Miss Carolee."
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