Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 258 - 257 Number 37

Chapter 258: Chapter 257 Number 37

When was the last time I won something?

With a rather ominous feeling, Ronald roughly recalled the last time he won something.

If he excluded the possibly-not-considered-winning event of transversing to another world, his last win seemed to be in a video blogger’s comment section, where he snagged a free cola, six cans of it, with the blueberry flavor tasting quite good?

Following Ronald’s foreboding premonition,

trouble came knocking.

In a full-house theater with at least a hundred people, Ronald, a regular spectator standing on the second floor, was actually singled out and became one of the five ’lucky ones’!

So, looking at the theater employee in front of him with a smile ready to lead him on stage, Ronald managed a polite yet awkward smile, his eyes sweeping over the faces of the surrounding audience before he spoke,

"In all honesty, I could let someone else have this opportunity."

"..."

The employee guiding Ronald paused, visibly taken aback.

Even having witnessed many interesting incidents working in the theater, this was their first encounter with an audience member refusing to interact with the actors.

People who came to the Sardack theater to watch plays...

Actually giving up the chance to engage with Miss Evelyn?

They had to be kidding!

Soon, some of the other spectators around heard Ronald’s words and quickly reacted.

While most of those who came to this place to watch plays were people of decorum,

besides these dignified folk who maintained their composure for the sake of appearances, there were younger ones who spoke out straightforwardly.

A young man of average looks but dressed sharply immediately stood up from his seat and said eagerly,

"If the gentleman has some urgent matter, I could take his place in the activity."

"Helping others in times like these has always been a creed of mine!"

"..."

Yeah right, if believing that made it true.

Facing the young man directly, Ronald clearly saw the guy’s eyes darting to the dancer on the stage every so often, his desire so palpable that Ronald felt he could unleash a mighty Spell.

Anyone could understand what was on the guy’s mind seeing this.

But for now...

Ronald rather appreciated such blatant desire.

Because under the current circumstances, it was the perfect way for him to make an exit!

Feeling pretty good, Ronald began to speak,

"Sir, I surely..."

"Sorry, but that’s against the theater company’s policy." Just at that moment, the employee cut off the young man’s suggestion with a very firm tone and then immediately turned to look at Ronald, "Sir, our company simply hopes you would join in the event for a bit. It won’t take too much of your time."

"..."

Ronald raised an eyebrow.

Thanks to the probing power of ’Fury’, he could sense that the employee in front of him was relatively honest and not approaching with malice.

As for the actors on the stage...

Though a bit specific, Ronald also felt that they were simply curious about the situation here.

This was a normal reaction, given his refusal to accept the invitation.

And so, Ronald firmly shook his head,

"Sorry, I have another show to catch and cannot stay here any longer."

At the same time, Ronald was utterly convinced he needed to make a quick exit.

Even though there were quite a few onlookers, who knew whether there were any well-hidden Spells among these theater folks?

And as for showing no emotion whatsoever...

Under the premise that mysterious operatives were buried underground, this paradoxically only heightened the suspicion.

It might just be the word about my own identity as the holder of the original text that had spread.

Then, the well-informed people in this theater may have planned to do something to me.

Who would want to play along with you in this?

Therefore, without giving face, Ronald simply left the second floor of the theater and didn’t look back as he departed from this place.

"..."

After all, Ronald was a ticket-holding guest.

Since he behaved in such a manner, the theater staff naturally couldn’t forcibly keep him, so under the subdly probing gaze of the entire audience, a scene testing the theater’s crisis management abilities unfolded.

However, in this awkward situation, the girl responsible for the danseuse role kept glancing outside the theater from time to time.

If someone’s vision could pierce through walls,

following that direction, they would naturally see Ronald heading toward "Number 37".

As for Ronald himself...

His mood was actually quite good now.

Although he knew his behavior went against social etiquette, he wouldn’t care about such things when faced with people with obviously nefarious intentions.

He needed to hurry and finish watching Alida’s performance.

Then find time to continue the search for Mil around the city.

Feeling refreshed, Ronald arrived at "Number 37" and immediately saw the look of one of the other three great theaters.

Unlike the recently visited "Saldak".

"Number 37", where Alida was currently staying, was brimming with enthusiasm and opulence.

Golden lamps, scarlet carpets, and large-scale paintings on massive banners, the symbols of wealth and money were lavishly displayed throughout the theater by the owner of "Number 37".

And this kind of decoration, almost dominating the retina with its assertiveness,

combined with the overall atmosphere and space, exuded an air of grace and composure.

Turning ’vulgarity’ into elegance.

The theater looked very simple and blunt, but there must have been some talented designers involved in its construction!

Curious about this place, Ronald went through the process of ticket checking again.

But unlike the ordinary ticket at "Saldak",

Raphael had prepared for Ronald the highest standard of entrance ticket for "Number 37".

As a result, as soon as the staff confirmed everything was correct, a beautiful young serving girl came out and escorted Ronald to his private box alone.

Following the serving girl, Ronald passed through the corridor to the second floor of the theater.

A room, likewise exuding an air of luxury, was his spot for watching the performance tonight. Aside from being surrounded on three sides by walls, the open front faced directly toward the stage on the first floor, allowing him to see the performance clearly without leaning forward from his seat.

This was the kind of treatment rich people received while watching a play...

Click—

Just when Ronald was feeling somewhat reflective, a sound of the door being locked came from behind him.

He turned around to look.

The girl who had just brought him in had closed the door and then walked towards Ronald with practiced ease.

Faced with this situation, Ronald’s heart grew cold.

What’s this about? An enemy too?

Who in "Saldak" were the mysterious operatives and why...

Ronald’s wariness was quickly wiped away.

For just as he had begun to grow cautious, the young and beautiful serving girl simply knelt beside him, then lightly rested her head against the armrest of the chair.

It seemed like Ronald had misunderstood...