Time passed day by day, plain as water, and nothing commendable happened.

Yao Ziyan is busy every day, sitting and preparing for the Shinkai Seiko movie. Luo Chuan still has nothing to do on weekdays, relying on novels and hearthstone to kill time.

However, it is worth mentioning that as the day of the city's celebration approaches, the atmosphere of the steel city festival is getting stronger and stronger every day.

Basically walking on the street casually, you can see those visitors from all over Kolo.

They wore clothes that were completely different from the City of Steel, spoke different words, and brought all kinds of strange things.

Wang Gulas walked on the street, slightly sideways passed a child running on the street, looked up and looked forward.

The center of the city is a spacious square, where countless flowers are piled up and arranged in various vivid patterns, attracting colorful butterflies and bees flying in spring.

Small vendors gathered around, and business seemed to be doing well.

Although it is not yet the official start of the festival, the atmosphere of the festival has already penetrated into the streets and alleys of the Steel City.

Wang Gulas smiled, feeling the long-lost ease.

Aside from the obliteration of the cultists, the land of chaos, and the underground creatures for the time being, most of the people's requirements for life are only plain joy, and he also thinks so.

Soon, Wang Gulas stopped in front of a building that looked rather special.

From the outside, it looks like a church, with an outer wall made of pale white rock, continuous steps across the country, a ten-meter-high spire gate to the sky, and a small window for selling tickets on the side.

This is the Opera House of the City of Steel.

It's just that the folk customs of the City of Steel are too simple, and there is no opera troupe stationed at all on weekdays. Only when the city is celebrating, will opera troupes from other regions come.

In fact, most people in the City of Steel still love opera.

Whenever an opera troupe visits, they are warmly welcomed and tickets are sold out in a short period of time.

Today, King Gulas came here mainly for this matter.

The Rose Opera Troupe from Rose Duchy came here.

As a member of the Council of Elders of the City of Steel, King Gulas needs to come here to express the attitude of the Council of Elders and the importance they attach to this matter.

After all, in the Duchy of Roses, the status of the opera troupe is very high, and the opera troupe with the same name is one of the best.

It is said that the Rose Opera Troupe is basically based in a city called Sannia on weekdays, but now that it comes to the City of Steel, it should also be shouldering other missions.

The arrival of Wang Gulas was taken seriously by the opera troupe, and he did not wait too long, and soon a figure appeared in his sight.

The visitor is very personal.

At first glance, Wang Gulas almost felt that it was a meat ball approaching him at an extremely fast speed, and the impact and oppression it brought were self-evident.

Fortunately, he quickly calmed down, apparently knowing this information early on.

The other party was wearing a decent-looking aristocratic costume (which can only be described as fair), and the limbs were placed together with the body, and it looked like four toothpicks stuck on a watermelon. Anyway, it was funny. .

He couldn't see the shadow of his neck at all, and the ground seemed to tremble faintly when he walked quickly.

"Welcome, you are Mr. Wang Gulas of the Council of Elders. It's been a long time. I'm Donald, the current head of the Rose Opera Troupe."

Wang Gulas only felt a mass of smooth fat wrapping his palm, and it felt very crooked.

But even so, he still had a friendly smile on his face.

As a member of the Council of Elders, he had received professional training before he came, and would never show an embarrassed expression.

"Hello, on behalf of the Council of Elders, I welcome you to the City of Steel. If you have any questions, feel free to speak up, and we will do our best to solve them." Wang Gulas showed full sincerity.

"Thank you, thank you." As the head of the Rose Opera Troupe, Donald's personality was unexpectedly easy-going.

After a simple chat, the two sides were considered familiar, and Donald sent an invitation to Wang Gulas.

"Anyway, they're here, don't leave in a hurry, why don't you take a look at the program our troupe is rehearsing?"

"It's… okay."

Wang Gulas hesitated and nodded, but he was actually very curious about it.

In the past, when he went to other city-states, what Wang Gulas was bound to do was to go to the opera house there for a whole day, and all the work was postponed.

Facing the invitation of the head of the Rose Opera Troupe, it is not very clear that the rejection is true.

Passing through the winding passages, I encountered a lot of busy figures on the way. Most of them just said hello to the two of them and continued their work.

For an opera troupe, only a few members appear in front of the audience.

More is still hidden behind the scenes, silently undertaking all kinds of tiring and complicated work.

"How does it feel?" Donald asked with a smile.

The corridor of the opera house is actually very wide, but when he walks in it, one person occupies a small half of the space.

"Very energetic." Wang Gulas expressed his opinion.

"Of course." Donald showed a happy smile. "Maintaining vitality and vigor is the best choice for the opera troupe to always face the audience in the best condition. This is the rule that our family has followed for generations."

"I heard that your title was also obtained in this way." Wang Gulas asked tentatively.

In addition to the identity of the head of the Rose Opera Troupe, Donald also has the identity of the nobleman of the Rose Duchy, which Irving specially emphasized before coming here.

"Ha, it's not worth mentioning because of His Majesty's appreciation." Donald waved his hand casually, as if he didn't want to discuss this topic.

Now his identity is the head of the opera troupe, not the noble of the Rose Duchy.

Wang Gulas naturally understood what Donald meant, and did not talk too much about this topic. During the conversation, he came to a certain hall, and there was a faint sound of music. The two quietly walked in through the back door and appeared in front of Wang Gulas. The scene where the troupe is rehearsing.

The music was melodious, and the actors on the stage were wearing gorgeous costumes, **** pointed hats, robes commonly found on magicians, and staff on their waists, and the performance was going on.

"This is... a witch's journey?" Wang Gulas recognized the opera.

"That's right." Donald nodded, his small eyes full of excitement, "This is one of the operas that our opera troupe is best at, and every day during the St. Nea Ten Thousand Flowers Fair is packed." [Chapter 1203 】