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Furthermore, it looked more like a dilapidated farm yard than an opera house.

There was a white sign on the cracked wooden door with delicate black charcoal words "Black Cat Opera House" and a little cat drawn next to them.

In fact, they had just passed by in their horse-drawn carriage earlier.

It was just that Mag couldn\'t link the dilapidated yard in front of him with an opera house.

Even the opera house where they went to watch opera for 50 copper coins per person looked proper.

Amy got closer to the cracked door, looked in, and whispered, "It can\'t be here, right? There seems to be no one here, either?"

"There are actually many people here." Mag smiled. Although there was no one selling tickets at the door, there were actually more than 10-odd people in the yard now. If they were all from the opera house, then it could be considered as a small opera troupe.

"Then, are we still going to watch the show? They don\'t seem to be performing yet?" Amy asked.

This was also why Mag was in dilemma. It took them so long to find this place, of course they would feel indignant if they returned without watching the show.

However, looking at their environment, Mag highly suspected that these people were into scamming rather than into opera.

"I\'m very sorry, Maestro Pascal. Our Black Cat Opera has encountered some problems right now, but we still intend to continue performing opera, and have no intention to join your Maca Opera. Please go back."

Just as Mag prepared to leave, a gentle voice spoke up at the door.

"Maca Opera? Why does this name sound a little familiar?" Mag raised his eyebrows.

"Is it that opera troupe that makes one sleepy with its songs?" Amy asked.

"Oh, yes. It\'s that one." Mag nodded. He was sleeping so soundly previously that he even didn\'t remember that opera troupe\'s name.

Listening to their conversation, did the maestro of that opera troupe that sang sleepy songs come here to buy over the Black Cat Opera?

This had proven from another angle that this Black Cat Opera had certain potential.

"Maestro Vicki, I know you\'re a sentimental person, but both you and I know very well about the Black Cat Opera\'s current situation. Even survival is a problem for you now, let alone talking about the opera house and stage. The Black Cat Opera will collapse if this continues. "As long as you sign this contract, the Black Cat Opera and the Maca Opera will merge, and we\'ll be one family in the future. I have already found a sponsor, and he\'s willing to fork out money and build a big opera house for us. This is a rare opportunity." The middle-aged man tried his best to talk her into it.

There was silence there for a while.

Suddenly, an arrogant and annoyed voice said, "You greasy fatty! How many times do I need to tell you before you understand me? How dare you call your flying monkeys an opera troupe? Don\'t think you can call it a singing opera when it\'s just standing on the stage and yelling a few songs. You guys are the ones who damaged the name of the opera!

"Get out of here right now! Otherwise, I\'m going to give it to you! I think you need to be educated!"

There was a series of rod-whacking sounds along with some painful shouts. That rotting door was knocked open, and a fatty with blood on his face stumbled out. He mumbled something before he stumbled away.

Meanwhile, a petite maiden in a black lolita dress stood at the door with her hands on her waist. Her green hair was all over the place, and she looked like a crazy little lion.

Mag and his daughters stared at her with shock at the door.

The rotted wooden swung in the cold wind before falling to the ground.

And the green hair of that maiden at the door slowly fell down. Her angry red eyes slowly turned clear and bright, and her presence diminished instantly.

"Sigh… sigh… sigh…" That lady looked anguished as that middle-aged fatty disappeared at the end of the alley.

Then, her gaze landed on the three people at the door. She seemed to suddenly realize something as she blushed awkwardly and smiled at them. In a gentle voice, she said, "I\'m sorry. Did I frighten you guys?"

She was a cute and sweet big sister with her gentle tone, sweet voice, and natural demeanor, okay?!

Although she was less than 1.5 meter tall, she was still super cute!

They simply couldn\'t connect her with that lady maestro who taught that 1.9-meter-tall middle-aged fatty a lesson to defend her dreams and career.

Is this the so-called acting skill? I\'m a fan. Mag couldn\'t help but be impressed by the maiden in front of him.

The grumpy queen had seamlessly transformed into a gentle lady. This benefit… The ordinary men could never understand that.

"Erm… We\'re here to watch the opera." Mag pointed to the signboard that fell to the ground.

"Oh!" Vicki was shocked. She quickly picked up the signboard from underneath the door, and swept the dust on it away lovingly. Only then did she regain her wits, and said to Mag, "You say… you\'re here to watch the opera?"

"Yes." Mag looked at Vicki, who was hugging the signboard like a baby in her arms, and nodded with a smile. "We didn\'t come to the wrong place, right?" "Of course! This is the Black Cat Opera." Vicki quickly nodded, and a smile blossomed on her face, but looking at the door lying on the floor, she awkwardly said, "It was… an accident earlier, but our performance will never disappoint you."

"I certainly hope so." Mag nodded and followed Vicki into the dilapidated farmyard.

The yard was deserted but very clean. There was a little stage set up with wooden planks in the middle of the yard, which looked very miserable.

In front of the stage, there were a few old and broken chairs, and signs of mending could be seen on them.

And this should be the so-called Black Cat Open-Air Theater.

"Please come in, the opera will start soon." Vicki welcomed the three of them with a slight blush. They were the first batch of customers who didn\'t leave as soon as they walked in.

A few young heads popped out from the house at the side. They looked at the father-and-daughter trio with surprise and excitement, as though they were the opera singers.

"Go and do your things. You don\'t have to take care of us." Mag flicked a glance at the chair\'s leg that was bundled up with cloth with a worried expression.

Amy had already taken out her own folding chair. With it being a consumable, she had prepared a few more folding chairs smartly like her mother.

Hence, Mag and Annie were sitting safely on the folding chairs that she brought along.

Vicki had an embarrassed expression, but she was also very excited. At least the customers were sitting down, which was a good sign.

"Please give us a moment." Vicki quickly strode to the actors\' resting room.

"This maestro doesn\'t seem very clever… Shouldn\'t she collect the tickets first?" Mag looked at Vicki\'s back with a frown.