[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

18: The Night Watchman 01

London was once again shrouded in clouds.

By the time evening rolled around, the hazy drizzle had finally stopped.

The borough of Westminster was brightly lit.

The West End of London was a theatrical hub as famous as Broadway in New York. There were more than forty theaters which performed 《The Phantom of the Opera》, 《Les Miserables》, 《Matilda》 and other classic musicals daily.

It was precisely because of this world-class stage that Londoners had retained the tradition of going to the theater.

Today, for example, numerous drama lovers arrived on time to attend a stage play at His Majesty's Theatre in London.

The play had been advertised in London for a long time. The billboard at the entrance of the theater was updated with a new poster early on.

—A king clad in ragged yellow opened his arms as he hung suspended in the air. His face was hidden beneath the hood of his yellow robe, producing an image of strange and sacred beauty.

The play was titled 《The King in Yellow》. Tonight was the London premiere.

A man in a traditional British three-piece suit got out of a limousine and handed his black umbrella to the attendant at the side. He pulled open one of the rear doors and with a gentlemanly gesture took the slender hand which emerged.

British-style suits were demanding when it came to a man's figure. They weren't as loose as American suits and lacked the forgiving shoulder pads of Italian suits. If a man with a beer belly, sloping shoulders, or other bodily defects wore a British suit, their shortcomings would be magnified.

Although Westin had reached middle age, he still maintained a good figure aside from the baldness that was common in Britain.

On the other side, the young lady slowly straightened her gloves. Under her black-veiled hat her eyes were hidden, revealing only her charming, fire-red lips.

She was undoubtedly a beauty. In her presence a man would stare at no one else.

"I wonder if I might escort you inside the temple of art, lovely Miss Ada."

"Of course, with pleasure."

She tossed a teasing glance and lightly put her hand on his arm.

The two entered together and took their seats in a private box on the second floor.

It was almost time for the show to begin. Attendees arrived one after another and found their seats. Seen from the second floor, the house was packed.

The view from the private box was very wide. Westin casually glanced around and saw a group of people in black robes and pale yellow masks filing behind the stage.

In the twenty-first century it was rare to see someone wear such a heavy black robe.

And there was strange writing on those robes. Because of the distance, Westin couldn't clearly make it out.

Even so, when his eyes brushed across the unknown words, he felt dizzy in an instant, like he'd been struck with a hammer.

Westin hissed, pressed his forehead and hastily averted his eyes.

"Who are those people? It's not a terrorist organization, is it?"

After he was finally able to suppress the feeling of nausea, he looked up and found that the strange group had disappeared.

Westin was a little flustered. Recently, there'd been some trouble with Middle Eastern cells in Europe. The world wasn't at peace.

"It's probably the cast."