Later, when Phoenix was browsing in the store, she suddenly saw Droste walking in through the door.

He has a well-proportioned figure and is handsome and tall.

"Black Flame Hero! Why are you hiding? Are the minions of darkness appearing again?"

Phoenix asked seriously, tilting her head slightly and looking at Drost in front of her.

"Dear Magical Girl Phoenix, I didn't find any dark minions. I just went to the bathroom."

Droste smiled slightly, reached out to take the clothes from Phoenix's hand, and held it for her very naturally and considerately.

"Oh..." Phoenix nodded as if she understood, then her eyes rolled and her nostrils twitched slightly.

Humph! Let's see if you really went to the toilet. If you smell other women, or if you did something else there, humph!

Phoenix's nose slightly inhaled the air brought by Droste, and then the faint fishy smell from Droste came over.

Phoenix snorted calmly and finally felt relieved.

After all, she has been looking for Droste for such a long time. If Droste still deceives her, then it would really be Droste's fault.

Then I have to act a little childish.

Fortunately, the fishy smell on Droste seems to be... from going to the toilet...

She didn't think about it too much.

Seeing Phoenix lost in thought, Droste also thought that Mrs. Isabel should have finished cleaning up the mess by now.

There shouldn't be any strange smell.

Thinking about the amazing water energy that Mrs. Isabel burst out at the moment Phoenix left.

It really left Droste dumbfounded.

After spending some last minute tender time with Mrs. Isabel, Droste quietly left.

It should be passable now.

Droste thought for a moment, then smiled and invited Phoenix to go with him to the fitting room to find Mrs. Isabel. He stretched out his hand and spoke elegantly.

"Come on, now, and see the most beautiful Miss Isabel."

"Okay, let's go check it out! Let's go!"

Phoenix followed happily. She was also looking forward to seeing what Mrs. Isabel would look like when she changed out of her previous simple and casual clothes and wore this more elegant dress with her luxurious and elegant temperament.

This kind of dress is actually more suitable for the identity of an elf lady.

Let's see if Mrs. Isabel will shock everyone.

Looking forward to it.

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Monk City, theater, entrance.

The afternoon sun is warm and bright. The weather in April is not very cold and the temperature is just right.

The faint golden sunlight from the sky shines on the magnificent building of the theater, covering this palace of art with a layer of golden glow.

The theater buildings are majestic, with towering columns and exquisite carvings showing the beauty of classicism. The triangular pediment above the gate is carved with theater masks, representing the joys and sorrows of life.

It looks solemn and majestic.

Even in the afternoon, the theater entrance was still crowded with people, waiting for the opening of the longevity play, The Burial of Furenlian. "It's really lively here, so many people are here."

Mrs. Isabel, who was wearing a black dress, looked around. It was crowded with people. If most of the people were not well-educated emerging aristocrats and polite teenage students, this place would definitely not be so well organized.

When they came out of the fitting room, Phoenix and Droste were shocked by Mrs. Isabel's luxurious and elegant black dress.

And now at the entrance of the theater, the focus of the whole audience is on Mrs. Isabel. She is wearing an elegant black long skirt, the hem of which sways gently in the breeze, and her whole body reveals a lazy and elegant temperament.

Just like some noble lady, coming to listen to a play that suits her status.

The long light golden hair was combed meticulously and gently tied behind the head. A few delicate strands of hair fell on the shoulders, looking a little naughty.

There is a pair of pearl earrings hanging on her earlobes, which echo her fair neck, emitting a warm glow and further highlighting her eye-catching and elegant temperament.

However, these were all thanks to the store clerk. Phoenix and Droste could only stand by and admire them. There was nothing else they could do.

"Oh my god, look at that elf, it's so pretty and beautiful."

The girl next to her whispered to her friend, uttering low, infatuated exclamations.

"Yes, yes, it's so beautiful. The elf's skin is so white. It looks even whiter against the black skirt! Help!" The girl's friend screamed softly.

Mrs. Isabel listened to the girls' whispers, her peach blossom eyes full of tenderness as she looked at Droste gently.

These are all made of Droste's flower gold coins...

Droste was looking carefully at the crowd around him. Feeling Mrs. Isabel's gaze, he stood not far in front and winked at Mrs. Isabel.

The corners of his mouth were raised, revealing a very gentle and handsome face.

"Um..." Mrs. Isabel lowered her head and turned it away shyly.

"Is this the human race's theater? What a grand occasion."

As a stay-at-home little cat girl, Phoenix was a little surprised by such a lively scene.

She already knew that "The Burial of Florin" was so popular, but she didn't expect it to be so big, noisy and crowded.

"Yes, the human race has nothing else but numbers, unity, and fun."

Droste said with a smile, waving the three tickets in his hand.

"Let's go in and have a look."

The three of them entered the venue, followed the crowd to check their tickets, and then found their seats.

After a moment of hesitation in choosing seats, Phoenix sat on the far left first. Droste then pointed to the middle seat and spoke to Mrs. Isabel.

"Miss Isabel, please sit here. You can discuss the drama with Phoenix."

Mrs. Isabel and Phoenix were a little hesitant. After thinking for a while, Mrs. Isabel waved her hand and refused, "No, no, you should sit in the middle. You are more suitable."

"Why?" Droste was puzzled.

"Black Flame Brave, you...you come here."

Phoenix patted the middle spot and said hesitantly.

I have no idea what I am hesitating about! Since the law in Monk City allows me to hug girls left and right, what should I worry about?

After complaining, and seeing the hesitant expressions on the two people's faces, Droste shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll sit here." (End of this chapter)