Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 730 We Are All Volunteers

Leipzig, White Dove Opera House.

The overture, played by the orchestra, ends while the audience waits to take their seats.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our performance today is about to begin!"

Before the curtain opened, a tall and thin man with a white dove mask on his face and a voice as loud and clear as a radio host stood in the middle of the stage with his arms outstretched diagonally upwards.

It was like praising the sun with all your heart, or embracing the night sky reflected from above the open-air theater.

Under the grand lights of Leipzig, the night sky is no longer pure black, but a chaotic color between dark blue and dark purple.

The audience was very polite - they didn't cheer out loud, but applauded enthusiastically.

The applause continued for a long time. Even in the VIP room above, some faint sounds could still be heard.

The decoration style of the White Dove Opera House is like a watch with a strange shape but without hands.

The main stage below is a bright crescent moon, and the audience is in the dark space facing the crescent moon.

On the second floor, there are twelve large rooms that protrude inwards, of which the rooms at twelve, three, six, and nine o'clock are particularly large. In addition, there are forty-eight smaller spherical rooms.

If someone could look down from above, they would find that the audience were like broken diamonds dotted on the dial; and the sixty VIP rooms made up the rest of the dial.

At this time, the honey badger was staying in the VIP room above.

The room she was staying in was the luxurious VIP room at six o'clock. Because the "crescent moon" of the main stage was located from ten o'clock to four o'clock, this was basically one of the best locations for watching movies.

The soft crimson carpet attracts the eye as if it were soaked in blood.

However, the room was not as magnificent as the honey badger had imagined - instead, it was decorated in dark tones that were quite mysterious and low-key.

In the purple-black room that looked like the night sky, large amethysts were dotted one after another. A strange pink glow seeped out from those amethysts... The feeling of it falling on my body was as gentle and ambiguous as a whispered sigh.

The honey badger, dressed in a fitted butler's uniform, stood at the front of the room with a half-full wine glass.

This place was like a diving platform, the farthest away from the "shore". However, she did not feel the slightest instability or shaking.

The front half of the room is almost entirely made of transparent glass. But according to the manager, this glass is one-way... you can see outside from the inside, but you can't see inside from the outside.

The voices of the host and the first opera singer on stage could be clearly transmitted directly into the room; however, the voices of the audience were suppressed to the lowest level - if she was not a transcendent who had adapted to the Tao, she would not be able to detect any noisy noise other than the applause.

There are two knobs near the wall that can adjust the one-way visibility of the glass and the sound extraction of the audience seats respectively.

Just as the honey badger was looking down at the entire opera house with a look that was cold and almost indifferent, the crimson curtain was pulled open.

Opposite the stage and at the back of the audience at the nine o'clock position, the foggy gray wall suddenly became clear.

I saw a few blurry figures coming out from the glass wall - they were several bodies clinging to the wall, entangled in an ambiguous way. The male figure stretched out his hand towards the wall, and seemed to be turning a knob... Then the glass became more transparent.

At this time, the singer was singing the opening song of the prologue, and the movement in the room also became more intense. The man used both hands to press the hands of a person against the glass window from behind, and on his left and right sides there were two other girls clinging to them. The movement of this scene seemed to have some kind of camera language, like another dazzling drama.

From the singer's perspective, she could obviously see all of this - but she did not show any strange expression. Instead, she showed a sweet smile in that direction, and with an elegant transition, she jumped like a deer and disappeared behind the scenes to the other side.

Then, it was like an invitation, opening the prelude to luxury and chaos——

Under the gaze of the honey badger, the VIP rooms in the other three directions also gradually cleared their sight lines. Different plays were performed one after another like a show of show, and the lights of the sixty VIP rooms, which were covered with a layer of fog, were turned on and off one after another.

From the perspective of the honey badger, it's all just as absurd as a fast-paced puppet show. Each room is like a window, and each window plays out a different drama of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Some were ecstasy for both parties, some were blood slaves suffering, some were showing off the wonders of being bound, and some were guests showing off their proud bodies alone... These guests were both male and female, and their blood slaves were also male and female, with different numbers and attire. Almost every room was only briefly lit for a few seconds before dimming again, forming one fleeting but impressive afterimage after another.

Rather than watching the opera being performed on the stage, the guests seemed to prefer watching the "pantomime" performed between each other.

Under this spectacle, the opera singers could not panic or hesitate in the slightest. They had to perform everything perfectly and could not react to what they saw - although they were wild and almost crazy, all of this was theoretically a secret.

Watching the rooms light up and go out, flickering like the signals from a lighthouse.

——Some viewers noticed all this, while others did not.

The honey badger was still holding the red wine and standing at the front with an expressionless face.

"……gentlemen."

Of the two bunny girls brought in by "Mr. Ezio" earlier, the younger one bravely came over.

The other one realized that the honey badger was in a bad mood, so he hid behind the smaller one.

The honey badger didn't turn its head after calling it once, so she called it again in a slightly louder voice: "Mr. Ezio..."

The honey badger turned around and looked at the two girls with indifferent eyes.

Without knowing it, they had washed their bodies and changed into another set of clothes - although it was still a bunny girl costume, this one did not cover any key parts.

They exude the fragrance of fruits and a hint of wine, and their skin is a beautiful pink color.

"Mr. Ezio, is this dress okay? Do you need to change?"

The girl whispered softly.

She looked outside with some concern and asked, "Don't we need to turn on the video here?"

“Is it usually necessary?”

The honey badger glanced at her and asked back.

The girl couldn't help but shiver at the sharp gaze. She had never seen such a sharp gaze before. It didn't look like he was going to cut off her clothes, but rather like he was going to peel off her skin...

"This is probably... to confirm each other's identity. The atmosphere in Leipzig is sharing and openness. People who are too selfish will be rejected by others."

Seeing that her companion did not speak, the older girl had to speak up and whispered, "So, it's better..."

"so."

The honey badger replied simply.

Suddenly, she threw the wine glass that she was holding tightly in her hand away and smashed it against the wall.

The glass wall unexpectedly did not break. In other words, the honey badger used its strength to shatter the glass, but not a single piece of broken glass hurt the girl, nor did it cause any damage to the wall.

The blood-red wine spilled directly onto the glass, hanging on the wall for a short while and forming a gorgeous painting.

The sound of the glass breaking startled the two girls - the younger one fell to the ground with her legs going limp, and the older one was pulled by her to half-kneel on the ground.

The honey badger just pulled his tie a little crooked, and then turned it on. She stretched out her hand and brushed the bright red wine on the wall, smearing it on the glass wall, drawing a bloody handprint, and then slowly clenched her hand.

She maintained her dead-like cold gaze and expression, standing at the front with her chest held high. Behind her were two girls, one half-kneeling and the other sitting on the ground, their eyes blank.

The murderous intent without any distraction made the silent and serious middle-aged man at this moment show a dangerous but rational charm.

The evidence is that afterwards, several female guests in the VIP room opened the visualization of the room wall and boldly blew kisses or showed off their figures in that direction.

The honey badger did not avoid looking, but looked carefully at everyone who extended an invitation to him - and saw the shining bright red light in the eyes of every such female guest.

After she memorized all the faces of the Moon Children, she finally nodded.

She tilted her head slightly with an expressionless and stern face, licked the remaining red wine on her hands, indicating that one day she would drink all their blood. Then, the honey badger reached out and turned the visualization knob back to off.

"Is this... the White Pigeon Opera House?"

The honey badger murmured in a low voice: "It is indeed inappropriate... to let that 'young lady' come here. I must be responsible for her purity with my life."

The solemn, low, killer-like voice of the middle-aged man made the honey badger look like a strict butler at this moment.

“…Not really.”

The slightly older bunny girl responded.

She whispered, "It's not necessary to have such a service... After all, we are here for guests. If that young lady comes to play, it doesn't have to be a boy... We can serve her. Or there is also the option of simply satisfying the 'satisfaction', and even entertainment such as playing cards or chess...

"...and among us, besides those who know these, there are also those who know music, painting, and acting. Those opera singers occasionally come here to work part-time. Recently, the Earl has also recruited a group of extraordinary people who understand politics, economics, literature, as well as alchemy, demonology, and necromancy...who can talk to the guests about topics that are too serious."

...Count Leipzig is quite thoughtful. I don’t know what he has been through.

The honey badger shook his head silently.

She knew that these people considered themselves to be "parental housekeepers".

But in fact, honey badger refers to the true identity of "Miss Aleister".

The fiancé of Isabel, the "Iron Queen" of Avalon, and the rumored girlfriend of the current Pope of the Theocracy. She could not appear in such a chaotic and corrupt place no matter what, as the danger and uncertainty it brought were too great.

The honey badger turned around and sat on the soft sofa.

She took the wine handed to her by the girls, ate a bite of the fruit the girl fed her, and then asked, "How long have you been here?"

The older one consciously stood behind her and gave her a gentle massage, while the younger one skillfully snuggled into her arms.

"Generally speaking, this question is not allowed to be asked."

The slightly younger girl spoke up, "But you're the VIP, so it's okay - I'll be here for about half a year."

"…It's only been half a year, and you've already adapted to this environment?"

"Because of the kiss from the Moon Children."

The girl said softly, unzipped her collar, pulled the honey badger's hand in, and showed the hot "hickey" on her chest. It was not visible from the outside because it was covered by heavy clothes.

"Once you've been kissed... your body can no longer do without blood. It's a poison more deadly than any other."

The honey badger narrowed its eyes slightly, and its murderous intent towards the Son of the Moon became even stronger.

"Have you ever thought about it?" the honey badger asked casually, "What are you going to do after that?"

"After that..."

The girl paused, a beautiful hopeful light shining on her face: "If possible, I hope to be adopted by a Moon Child and taken home."

“…Is that all?”

“For us, this is already a luxury.”

The older girl replied softly, "We are all dead... We are lucky to be alive."

"Dead people? What do you mean?"

The honey badger was stunned for a moment and then asked.

The older girls looked to be in their twenties or thirties, which was an age at which it was quite possible for them to have committed a capital crime.

And that girl... didn't look more than 20 years old. Why would she become a "dead person" at her age?
"money."

The little girl answered simply, "Because the family has no money - the family's debt has reached a level that cannot be repaid no matter what. So we have no choice but to come here... The Count of Leipzig is a very kind person and will give the family a large sum of money as 'employee resettlement fee'."

"…Human trafficking?"

The honey badger murmured, "Isn't this the slave trade during the Empire?"

"That's not the case, we all volunteered."

The older bunny girl said seriously, "At least here, we can maintain a safe and decent life... This is a job for us. It's better than death, not to mention being able to save our families.

"No one forced us to go this way... and no matter how much debt we have, Count Leipzig will at least write it off for us. We were not sold here by our families. The Count would not accept such people. We all volunteered... This is just a very dangerous job that makes it difficult for us to return home."

...Is this the desire to devote?

The honey badger's heart moved, and he vaguely realized something.

Through this method, the blood slaves who come to apply for the job are at least "good people" who have a desire to devote themselves...

And just then.

The honey badger suddenly heard a scream.

She frowned slightly, picked up the girl in her arms and walked straight to the front.

There was chaos in the audience - she followed the audience's gaze and soon found the source of the chaos.

That was one of the VIP seats on the second floor, the VIP seat at three o'clock.

There the visibility knob is turned all the way up.

The broken bodies were scattered all over the ground.

The blood flowed out along the glass.

(End of this chapter)