The Husser Theater on Commercial Street is an old theater with a history of several decades. Shalio came here with his father when he was a child. Later, his father passed away and he never had the opportunity to enter the theater to listen to plays until he became a wizard, so

Occasionally coming to the theater to relax is one of his few hobbies.

When Shalio arrived at the entrance of the theater, although it was already late, there were still many people coming in and out of the theater.

After showing his long box nameplate, Shalio was welcomed in by the bellman at the door.

The evening show had not yet started, and a juggling act was being performed on the stage to entertain people. Chario was not interested in such tricks, and just sat on his chair and thought about the problem of the array plate.

After an unknown amount of time, several expensive magic lights in the hall were dimmed, and then there was a burst of applause. Shalio's eyes regained focus and looked towards the stage.

A female singer wearing an egg white dress appeared on the stage and began to croon, and then several other female singers began to appear on the stage and began to echo with arias. Listening to the song, Shalio's mind began to slowly empty out, and his fingers unconsciously moved

There was a gentle tapping on the armrest of the seat in time with the rhythm.

"Zhizhi~"

A very slight cry came from the roof beam of the theater, which called Shalio back from his idle state. He looked up, then frowned and cursed in a low voice: "Damn you little thing, the Husser Theater should really be overhauled, the rats here are

It’s actually comparable to the size of a cat.”

Bearing the squeaking of mice, Shalio reluctantly enjoyed the stage play. Suddenly, there was a knock on the private room door behind him.

?"

"Hmm? Oh~, I'm sorry sir, I went to the wrong place~" A middle-aged fat man with a red face and old aristocratic clothes, smelling of alcohol, apologized quickly with sleepy eyes.

Perhaps because he was quite drunk, the fat man stumbled and leaned against the door again when he turned around. When Shalio became impatient, the fat man turned around, apologized with a smile, supported the wall and left, and soon there was the sound of opening and closing the door at the end of the corridor.

"Huh~"

Shalio frowned and activated his magic power to blow away the smell of cheap wine brought by the fat man. When the smell was almost gone, he turned around and walked towards his seat.

"Eh? Did that fat guy drop it?" Shalio looked at a palm-sized cloth bag on the ground with disgust and plucked it with his foot.

"Huh? Why are there magic fluctuations?" Shalio's expression changed. He squatted down and carefully opened the bag. Inside was an array plate embedded with broken magic stones and full of faint light.

"This is the formation board!" Shalio's interest arose immediately. As the top formation master in the imperial platoon, he was very interested in all the formation patterns he had never seen before.

"The formation pattern I have never seen before is really good. The lines are really perfect, just like the meticulous masterpiece of a high-level master!" Shalio fumbled with the formation board with an expression of obsession. He completely forgot that this was from an impossible person.

This kind of thing is the down-and-out aristocrat.

In the theater, the stage play was gradually approaching its climax, and the theatergoers below applauded from time to time, but these could no longer affect the fascinated Chario.

Shalio stared at the array board, his right hand subconsciously simulating carvings in the air. Beside the ceiling of the room that he didn't pay attention to, a huge mouse came over to watch his movements from time to time, its small blue eyes flashing slightly.

He showed interest in the magic array board in his hand.

"This shape and style look familiar~" Shalio looked at the array board without blinking. Although the lines on it were complicated, as a professional array pattern artist, he had almost memorized the patterns on it.

The drama had reached the most exciting part when suddenly, with a bang, the door of the theater was kicked open from the outside, and a large group of black-clad hooded sword-wielding men broke into the theater.

"Don't let anyone inside, everyone must be searched for me!" A burly knight wearing silver armor and a red cloak walked in with a sullen face.

"People in the theater, listen, the Department of Special Affairs is doing business. Please sit down in your seats and do not move around at will. Violators will be punished as treason!"

After saying that, the knight waved his hand, and the sword-wielding man in black began to search everyone in the theater one by one from the moment they entered the door. No matter they were the audience or the theater staff, there were no exceptions.

The person in charge of the theater, an old man with neatly combed hair and beard, dressed in the uniform of a noble butler, quickly came to the knight: "Lord Prout, the Huther Theater is the only inheritance left by the third prince to the grandson of Emperor Cerro. How do you do this?

I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate..."

When Plaut heard that the theater was a legacy left by the third prince who died in Bandunin, his expression immediately softened, but he still shook his head: "No, tonight is the order given by His Highness Conrad himself. The royal family has important items."

It was stolen by the rebellious gang, and all special operations departments have been dispatched now."

"Either find the person or retrieve the thing, otherwise the Imperial City will be turned upside down tonight and it won't be over."

The person in charge of the theater looked stern, nodded immediately and stopped talking.

The great changes that occurred in the theater woke up Shalio. He frowned and put the array board into the black bag and put it on his seat. Then he came to the box window and looked down.

"Special Division? What are these hounds doing at night~"

Shalio was a little irritated, he didn't want to deal with these people.

After carefully observing the situation below, Shalio probably understood what these people from the special department were doing.

"Is it that array board?" Shalio was a little doubtful. He turned his head and planned to take a look at what he had just accidentally obtained.

However, when he turned around, he was immediately shocked. Everything on the stool and the bag were gone.

"Where did it go?" Shalio quickly turned around to look for it, but he rummaged through the seats, chairs, and cabinets in the box and couldn't find it. It was as if the things had disappeared out of thin air.

"Huh, what the hell, I still haven't remembered a few points clearly, damn it!"

Next, everyone in the theater was inspected by the special department, and Shalio was no exception.

When Shalio was checked, his identity as a wizard immediately caught Plaut's attention. He had no choice but to reveal his identity as a professor at the Royal College of Wizards, but this still did not dispel Plaut's suspicion of him.

In the end, Shalio had no choice but to ask Plaut to ask the dean of the Royal Academy of Wizards to bring him out.

When leaving the Husser Theater, Shalio clearly saw that the down-and-out nobleman who had 'accidentally' broken into his private room was locked out by several black-clad guards.

On the way, Dean Alves turned to Shalio and asked: "Shalio, why are you running out to watch a stage play so late?"

Shalio's face looked a little ugly: "Dean, you know, I have only had this hobby for so many years, but what they did today is so rude. We are wizards who serve the empire, but we still want to alarm you!"

Alves looked at the chaotic streets and the Imperial Palace dormant in the dark night, and sighed: "Hey~, Empire, forget it!"

"Go back and rest early. It's been a sensitive period lately, so don't hang out anymore~"

"Yes, Dean!" Shalio bowed slightly and pursed his lips.

After going through two more interrogations along the way, Shalio returned to the manor.

Lying on the bed, Shalio, who wanted to just sleep, suddenly remembered the strange formation disk he saw tonight, so he got up and went to the test bench to start recreating it with his superb memory.

After tinkering until the middle of the night, Shalio finally roughly made the formation disk he saw. Looking at the formation disk shining brightly on the table, he was filled with pride: "There are still a few key points that I haven't remembered yet.

What a pity~”

"Eh? What's the angle of the gap?" Shalio looked at the array plate in confusion, feeling an unusual sense of familiarity. He quickly took out the array plate he had copied from the Secret Production Department for comparison.

"This is really related!" Shalio's eyes were full of surprise.
Chapter completed!