Chapter 510 - Chapter 510: Chapter 478 The Reincarnation of Lucius (2/2)

Nowadays, almost everyone on the Ouden Continent knew that the lofty Fischer family were the supreme rulers of the East on the continent; they had submitted to the mighty Lorne Empire in exchange for unrivaled power in the East!

Duke Darren Fischer remained a nobleman of duke stature, yet everyone knew that he, in fact, wielded power much greater than that of Queen Siyate, and because of excessive bloodshed, many would secretly call him “the Calamity of the East Coast,” “the Demon Lord of Cyart.”

Moter nodded, and the young man wearing the black mask, “Pitch Black,” entered the antiquity shop as a coachman, only to emerge after a while and shake his head with a hoarse voice,

“No, not here.”

Moter nodded in response, showing no sign of disappointment or dejection, simply calmly accepting the situation, “I see, what a pity… That will be all for today, as I have important matters to attend to.”

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Dusk descended.

The grand and magnificent opera house shone even more brilliantly in the night, its golden dome glittering enchantingly under the moonlight.

In front of the opera house, a carriage decorated with elegance slowly came to a halt,

The curtain of the carriage was lightly lifted, and a young man dressed in an exquisite evening suit stuck his head out, gently jumping down from the carriage, his shoes tapping on the stone pavement.

Moter stood in front of the opera house, looking up at the towering building, his face revealing genuine admiration.

“Bohr City, aside from its fruits and wine, this opera house is what the city is most famous for.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, as if to take in all the artistic essence that pervaded the air.

Then, Moter slowly opened his eyes, with the strains of song from within the opera house reaching his ears, at times soaring and powerful, at other times gently entwining, as if carrying him into a world full of fantasy and passion.

The young man’s face showed a look of intoxication, he slightly tilted his head, carefully listening to every note, every melody, his fingers gently moving through the air, as if dancing gracefully to the rhythm of the music.

The interior of the opera house was brightly lit, and in the center of the stage, a delicate fountain flowed gradually, surrounded by carefully pruned flower beds and lifelike sculptures.

The exquisitely beautiful actress slowly made her entrance, instantly becoming the focus of everyone present in just a moment.

Her features were as fine as a painting, her eyes deep and emotive, as if piercing through time and space, striking directly at the audience’s hearts.

“Lalalala…”

The voice of the actress was clear and penetrating, with each note rich in emotion, fully capturing the love, hate, joys, and sorrows of the opera.

The audience below began to discuss.

“Is that girl Miss Elena, the daughter of Count Locke? Her singing is simply divine! It’s just too perfect!”

“Yes, Miss Elena is a preeminent figure in this city, the most beloved daughter of Count Locke… It’s just a pity she doesn’t possess the power of Bloodline, unable to inherit the Locke family.”

“What a shame, such a person not having the power of Bloodline… It’s a pity, it’s like ‘perfection’ missing its most crucial component.”

Elena seemed to hear the whispers, frowning slightly, unnoticed.

The audience was deeply captivated by Elena’s performance, they held their breath and gazed intently, afraid to miss any detail of the opera.

As she reached the climax of the song, the entire opera house audience rose to their feet, with thunderous applause and cheers erupting, many with tears glistening in their eyes.

As the opera ended, Elena slowly walked off the stage, expressing her sincerest gratitude to the audience.

“Thank you all…”

She proudly flashed a smile, lifting her head to look at everyone present, and at that moment, every one of them was looking at her.

Nearly every person was mesmerized by her, Elena was the city’s most popular person, with all the nobles and celebrities holding her up as a goddess!

The young man outside the opera house slowly opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling with love and longing for art, he turned to the coachman, and nodded gently, indicating that he was ready.

Then Moter took another deep look at the resplendent opera house before turning and heading toward the carriage.

“The clue to that single-digit Forbidden rare artifact is according to the prophecy, within this city.”

“If we can obtain it, presumably Grandfather Chris would have a greater chance to advance to the Eighth Tier.”

“We must find it before anyone else does… It’s said that a heretical cult called ‘Blood Moon’ has also infiltrated this city.”