Chapter 271

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Chapter 271: The Theater and the Investigation

The guy appearing on the streets of "City of Freedom" in Seychelles, although hiding her breath, changing her appearance, and dressed in plain, ordinary citizen’s burlap clothes, still had her signature deep pink long hair, short stature, and a proud expression, enough for anyone who knew her to recognize her identity.

The Deputy Minister of the Demon Army Detention Department, Lolth’s direct subordinate, Kululu Bobo Puchi.

As a high-ranking officer of the Demon Army, she now strutted boldly and openly on the streets of Aberdovey, even attracting the attention of many passersby with her youthful and pretty face.

However, for the moment, no one realized that this little girl was actually one of the senior officials of the Demon Army.

According to Kululu herself, she was even one of the "Four Great Kings of the Demon Army."

She came here, of course, for the events that happened in Hillenbrand Town.

Although Lolth was not very clear, Kululu learned the identities of the two cultists by asking a tavern landlady.

"Looking at their souls, they are probably from Seychelles… The Final Church is quite active over there."

With the presence of Gandhi Alter, Kululu quickly fixed her sights on the "Republic of Seychelles," a human power.

Matters with the gods are not something she should worry about right now; she would leave that to the Lord of the Demon King to deal with.

But…

Kululu was not planning to let go of the "trigger."

By tracing the scent, Kululu followed the movements and paths of the two cultists and Gandhi Alter, eventually arriving at Aberdovey.

"They met here and stayed for a while; it seems this is the place."

In the midst of this large and bustling city, Kululu quickly found the traces of the residual magical energy.

Even if a god were to come, it would be difficult to pinpoint the faint traces from several days ago in this city of millions.

After all, even the scent of an epic level being had faded to the point of almost being nonexistent.

But for Kululu’s abilities, this is just a small matter.

As she wandered through this big city, seeing people with curious looks staring at her, Kululu felt a rare sense of wonder.

"Oh dear, it has been such a long time since I walked in the main plane."

While she was reflecting on this, she walked along the wide, smooth street, passing by the elegantly dressed nobles of Seychelles, and finally arrived in front of the Gilt Grand Theater.

"Is the exact meeting place… here?"

She lifted her little head and looked at the dazzling theater entrance.

Just as she was about to walk up the steps and enter, she was stopped by a man in blue guard uniform with a yellow sash standing at the door.

"Excuse me, miss, do you have an invitation letter?"

The young man, who showed signs of being an apprentice, looked at Kululu and asked with outstretched arm.

According to his training, this shabby and unremarkable fellow should be sent away immediately to avoid ruining the mood of the important guests.

However, because Kululu’s face was so beautiful and she radiated a proud aura that was completely mismatched with her appearance, the young security guard at the Gilt Grand Theater felt a bit uneasy.

"Invitation letter? What is that? I don’t have one—but you can’t really stop me from entering, can you?"

Kululu looked at the security guard, frowning.

"Well… our theater requires an invitation letter… that’s the rule of the theater…"

Overwhelmed by Kululu’s presence, the young man felt as if he was in the wrong, stammering and unable to speak.

"I understand, I won’t make it difficult for you," Kululu said, noticing how the young man was blushing and flustered. She shrugged her shoulders, "But to earn this salary as a doorman, there is a price to pay."

As Kululu spoke, she raised her hand and lightly pointed her index finger at his forehead and then toward the theater behind him.

"Shhh!"

Accompanied by a soft sound, an invisible wave of magic burst forth. The young man felt a rush of confusing images flood his mind, and with a roll of his eyes, he fainted.

Behind him, the theater doors suddenly "opened."

There was no process of opening; it went from closed to "open" in an instant.

Kululu displayed a proud expression and walked inside.

"I can go anywhere I want! Even to the ‘Garden of Eden’… Besides, it’s just a theater."

This sudden change also startled many passersby.

"What just happened?"

"It seemed like the theater doors just opened all of a sudden…"

"Did I see that wrong…? No, everyone seems to be looking in that direction."

"Which Superoperator did this?"

"There is completely no magic energy fluctuation…"

They looked at each other, each with a face full of fear.

Soon, they realized that it was not their imagination.

Because after Kululu entered, the grand doors of the theater instantly returned to a closed state without any "process."

Many Superoperators and some knowledgeable nobles had already noticed the strangeness of the situation.

"We must quickly inform the sheriff…"

"A powerful unknown Superoperator has appeared!"

Kululu did not know that what she had done had already alarmed the Superoperators of Seychelles.

In fact, even if she knew, she did not care.

Once inside the theater, she felt more aware of what had happened there.

Feeling the lingering "breath" that seemed to have just occurred, Kululu followed the scents of "Gandhi Alter" and "Lester" to a box.

This was the most luxurious box in the entire gilded theater, previously occupied by the three highest senators.

Inside the theater, an opera was being performed, and this box was also in use.

However, this time the user was not a senator but the heir of a famous business tycoon from Seychelles.

But Kululu did not care about that.

"Bang!"

This time, she did not use any special method to open the door; instead, she kicked it open and walked straight in.

Such a brutal act immediately startled the people in the box. With a shout of "Protect the young lady!", a group of Superlative Level Superoperators rushed towards Kululu, while several level four and five spells and mystical techniques were blasting at the door.

"You were the ones to strike first—"

Kululu said this as she gently raised one of her hands.

All the Superoperators flew backward, and the spells and mystical techniques vanished in an instant.

Afterwards, the Superoperators showed expressions of pain and collapsed to the ground.