Chapter 553
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Chapter 553: After the Festival
The opera Beauty and the Beast, modified by Luo Ji, could truly be said to have made the people of Mirror City understand what it meant to feel extreme joy turn into sorrow, and what it meant to experience both pain and happiness.
The effectiveness of this series of opera performances no longer needed to be stated.
During those 3 days, many people from other cities specially came to watch this opera.
Once these audience members returned to their respective cities, starting from them, the influence of this opera would undoubtedly expand further.
Luo Ji, as the culprit, had been smiling cheerfully these past few days.
It was no exaggeration to say that recently, when the young women of Mirror City occasionally saw the wolfmen, they felt as if the wolfmen looked quite handsome.
Even some grown men became much friendlier toward the wolf tribe.
Clearly, humanity’s intimacy with the wolf tribe had quite obviously increased by another point, reaching 5 points.
However, Luo Ji knew that this was just the beginning.
Once his Mirror Opera Troupe completed a tour throughout the entire Myriad World Civilization, that would be when the effect reached its peak.
In other words, there was still a possibility for this intimacy to increase further.
At that time, it might even rise to 6 points.
It wasn’t entirely impossible for it to even rise directly to 7 points, reaching the ‘intimate’ level.
And there would definitely be an impact on the other beastman races, and even the newly joined goblin race.
After all, for the human populace, they couldn’t distinguish much between beastmen and goblins now.
In their eyes, they were all foreign races.
The concept Luo Ji wanted to convey with this opera was not to judge people by their appearance; the same applied to beastmen and goblins.
Afterward, the change in human perception towards other beastman races and goblins might not be as strong as it was for the wolf tribe.
But Luo Ji pondered that it should still be able to increase intimacy by at least a point.
Now, he just needed to wait for the effects of this opera to continue to spread throughout his Myriad World Civilization.
Thus, after what was for the people of Mirror City a painful yet joyful Harvest Day holiday, the entire Myriad World Civilization quickly re-entered a state of rapid development.
The repair of water conservancy projects, the Azure Water City project, the expansion of the three cities on the grasslands and the enlargement of territory, and the construction of maintenance facilities and Grand Opera Houses in various cities—all proceeded simultaneously.
Luo Ji had mobilized almost all the craftsmen and engineers among humans and goblins.
Even from the beastman tribes, he dispatched quite a few beastmen to help dig river channels.
He was certainly not wasting any labor.
Besides these territorial construction projects, Luo Ji also dispatched two more reconnaissance teams to the west to explore.
Although the freshwater resources within his territory could temporarily be managed through the construction of water conservancy projects, he still needed to find new water sources just in case.
At the same time, he would also look for any native tribes.
Once discovered, he could conveniently assimilate them.
As his territory expanded, manpower was becoming a bit strained again.
His Myriad World Civilization, which had experienced a population boom, was actually short on manpower again.
He could only say that his Myriad World Civilization had once again entered a snowballing state.
The snowball grew larger and larger, and naturally, the consumption and required manpower would also grow larger and larger.
While Luo Ji was extremely busy, He Liang and Little Ye unhurriedly held their wedding.
However, Luo Ji did not attend.
After all, such an event was different from watching an opera.
In the opera house, everyone just needed to keep quiet and watch the performance on stage.
But a wedding was such a joyous occasion.
If he, the Emperor, were to sit there, everyone would instinctively become nervous.
How could the atmosphere be lively?
Therefore, it was better for him not to get in the way.
Anyway, the wedding gift had already been sent earlier.
Meanwhile, in another part of Mirror City, having just finished the busy work during Harvest Day.
The chicken farm owner generously slaughtered several chickens and set up several bountiful tables of food to treat his employees.
After a few simple toasts, the chicken farm owner strangely scanned the tables.
Then, he asked an old employee next to him.
“Where’s Old Yang? Why isn’t he here today?”
The old employee who was asked clearly didn’t know.
Instead, an employee sitting on the other side raised his hand.
“Boss, Old Yang seems to have caught a slight cold and is sleeping at home.”
“Caught a cold?”
The chicken farm owner paused upon hearing this news.
Then, he spoke again.
“Then Old Zhao, later I’ll find you a box, and you can take a bowl of chicken soup to Old Yang. Tell him to get some good nourishment.”
“Got it!”
Old Zhao responded.
“Alright, everyone, start eating.”
Old Yang’s illness was a slight surprise to them.
However, no one took it to heart.
The Myriad World Civilization had long since passed the era when falling ill easily led to death.
In their opinion, with Old Yang’s physique, a slight cold would probably be cured with a good night’s sleep.
After the meal, the chicken farm, which had been busy for several days, was closed for the afternoon.
Old Zhao carried a wooden box containing a bowl of chicken soup to Old Yang’s residence.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
He lightly knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside.
Old Zhao felt strange.
Then he moved to the window and called out.
“Old Yang! Old Yang?! Are you in there? I brought you food!”
Old Zhao stood outside the window, and after calling several times, there was finally some movement inside.
“Cough, cough, cough, cough…”
Accompanied by a series of hurried, heavy coughs, Old Yang’s somewhat hoarse voice sounded from inside the room.
“Old Zhao?”
“Yes, it’s me!”
“Cough, cough! Wait a moment, I was sleeping. I’ll get up now and open the door for you.”
The door opened, and Old Zhao entered the room, placing the food container with chicken soup on the table.
“Here, I brought you chicken soup. It might be a bit cold, so heat it up before you drink it.”
“Thank… cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough…”
Only half of his thanks were spoken when a fit of violent coughing forcibly interrupted Old Yang’s words.
“Thank, thanks.”
“Thanks for what? We’ve known each other for so many years. More importantly, Old Yang, you seem to be very ill!”
At this moment, Old Yang, sitting there, had visibly pale lips, but his entire face was flushed with an almost sickly redness.
Coupled with the violent coughing, Old Zhao’s heart tightened.
He quickly took a few steps forward and reached out to touch Old Yang’s forehead.
“So hot! You have a high fever!”
This was clearly no longer just a slight cold.
Old Zhao, with a worried expression, immediately said, “Let’s go! Put on your coat, I’ll take you to the hospital!”
Old Yang weakly nodded upon hearing this.
He felt weak all over and had a splitting headache.
After sleeping, his condition had not improved at all.
At this moment, he truly had no strength left to pretend to be fine.
