Chapter 25 Opening Night II: The Flash

London, October 13th and 14th, 1886 For the first few hours of opening night, Marco glanced at his watch impatiently, waiting for the hands to reach midnight. The unexpected early arrival of the Murray twins had already complicated his planned plan, but if the campfire could be lit according to the original plan, that should be enough. He knew that in a few weeks the circus would be moving hundreds of miles away, leaving him alone in London, and that was the best solution he could think of. While Isobe might be able to help, he needs a stronger bond. Since he discovered that the circus is the venue for the challenge, he has slowly taken on more and more responsibilities for the circus.He had done everything Chandrash had given him, and far more, and finally he had free reign over everything from approving gate designs to ordering canvas for the shed.

The scope of this restraint relationship is so wide that he can't help worrying.He hasn't attempted anything on this scale, but there's no reason why he shouldn't start the game as drastic as possible. The campfire could provide him with a link to the circus, even if he wasn't entirely sure of how effective it would be.With so many people involved, it makes sense to add some sort of security element to the place. The preparation time took several months. Chandrash was more than happy to put Marco in charge of arranging the lighting ceremony; with a little coercion and coercion, he felt that Marco played an invaluable role in planning the circus.With a wave of his hand, all the details are left to Marco to decide.

Most importantly, Chandrash agreed to keep it secret.The lighting ceremony takes on the atmosphere of a dinner party where no one is allowed to ask questions about the ingredients or the menu. What makes the tips of the arrows stick to such a stunning effect, how to change the flames from one gorgeous hue to another, is a long-awaited answer. During the preparation and rehearsal process, the people who asked frequently got the response: revealing the secret recipe will destroy the effect.Of course, Marco couldn't rehearse the most crucial part. The atrium was crowded, and it would not be difficult for him to slip past Chandrash before midnight.

He walked towards the coiled bars, getting as close as possible to the empty cauldron.From his coat he pulled out the large leather-bound notebook, a perfect copy of the one he had locked securely in his office.Unnoticed by the wandering crowd, he tossed the notebook into the bottom of the cauldron.The surrounding noise covered up the muffled sound of the notebook falling to the bottom of the pot. The cover flipped open, revealing the delicate and intricate ink tree against the starry night sky. He lingered near the edge of the awkward metal while the archers took their positions. Customers jostled around him as the colorful tones blasted the flames, but he kept his focus on the flames.

He closed his eyes as the last arrow fell.The white flames burned bright red, and the light of the fire penetrated his eyelids. Celia had expected her first performance to feel like a parody of her father, but she was relieved that this was a far cry from what she had seen many times in theater after theater. The space is small and intimate.The audience is just the right size to still retain a distinct individual identity without melting into a mass of nameless, indistinguishable people. She found that she could make each performance unique, tailoring subsequent performances based on the audience's reaction.

She didn't expect to have so much fun, and is grateful for the amount of autonomy she has between performances.As it got closer to midnight, she decided to see if she could find a spot where she could quietly watch the campfire light. But when she passes through an area known as backstage even though there is no stage, she is immediately drawn into orderly chaos caused by the impending birth of the Murray twins. Several performers and employees gathered and waited anxiously, and the doctor who was brought in seemed to find the whole situation rather weird.Cartilage stuntmen come and go, Ayton.Murray paced back and forth like the big cats he trained.

Celia tried her best to help, mainly by bringing tea and using all sorts of creative ways to reassure people that everything was going to be all right in the end. It reminded her of the times when she used to comfort clients with spiritualism, so that she was surprised when someone called her by her first name to express her gratitude. A few minutes before midnight, there was a soft cry, and the stones in everyone's hearts fell to the ground, and sighs and cheers sounded. Another thing followed immediately. Before hearing the applause echoing from the atrium, Celia felt that kind of influence and transformation spread throughout the circus like water waves.

It ran all over her body, and the whole spine trembled involuntarily, almost knocking her to the ground. how are yousaid a voice behind her.She turned around and found that Yuezi put a warm hand on her arm in order to stabilize her.Celia is getting more and more familiar with the cartilage stuntman's smiling eyes that shine with insight. I'm fine, thank you.Celia said, struggling to breathe. You are quite sensitive, Yuezi said: It is not uncommon for this kind of incident to affect sensitive people. Another cry echoed from the next room, singing softly with the first. Their ability to seize the moment is really outstanding.Tsukiko said, turning her attention to the newborn twins.

Celia could only nod. It's a pity that you missed the ignition ceremony, Yuezi continued: "It's also very good." The crying of the Murray twins died down, and Celia tried to shake off the itching on her skin. She was still not sure who the opponent was, but no matter which move the opponent made, it deeply shocked her. She felt that the whole circus was shining brightly around her, as if someone had thrown a big net over it, flapping its wings like a butterfly, trapping everything inside the iron fence. She wondered how she should fight back.