Fimbul Theater

"Impression Channel?"

"What kind of new gadget is this?"

The local Seven Seas Alliance present naturally understood.

But Linsey knew nothing about this, so he could only turn to Wala Wala for help.

The girl quickly explained, "Impression Channel is the process of using human skills to describe the scenery of a place."

"Whether it's a written description or a pictorial depiction."

"In short, by adding a few tricks of Space Sorcerer, people can directly arrive at the corresponding place through this description."

After saying that, Wala Wala reminded her in a serious tone, "However, Linsey, the Impression Channel is very unstable and prone to problems..."

As the girl explained, she pointed to the house. "It's like I'm describing this house to you."

"Right now, I can describe its layout clearly, and you can naturally come through the Impression Channel. But once this room, for example, the books on this table are moved, the scenery will differ from the impression description."

"At this moment, someone has to barge in headfirst."

"His fate is to be torn apart by the chaotic space, or tossed into some random, messy space of unknown origin."

Linsey complained, "Compared to a teleportation portal, this thing sounds more like a murder weapon."

Wala Wala nodded in agreement:

"So, except in some special circumstances, normal people would never use this kind of thing."

We have learned about the situation.

Linsey turned around and walked to the window, her gaze falling on the table.

On the surface of the oak desk, the other books are neatly arranged.

Only when this picture book is laid flat and open, can the pages tremble slightly in the sea breeze.

"Then the situation is quite obvious."

"The Kuwait Family lady was looking through this picture book at her desk when she suddenly disappeared. If this is indeed the Impression Channel, then it corresponds to the content in the picture book."

Savat directly stated the name of the location in the catalog: "Fimbul Theater".

But the man in the Blue Robe immediately fell into deep thought.

The Fenber Theatre is thriving in the City of a Thousand Sails and is an important industry within the performing arts sector.

If you trace the trail further back, you might even uncover a big shot in the Eighth Stage.

With the Kuwait Family.

Compared to the White Star Family, whose ancestors were born in the Eighth Stage.

Now that it belongs to Eighth Stage powerhouse, it is obviously more significant and more troublesome to investigate.

"But that's our duty..."

Savat took a deep breath, then turned his head and looked at Linsey and the other person. "Let's go to the Fimbul Theater now."

"However, I must remind you not to reveal any true purpose there before the facts are confirmed."

Linsey, however, proposed another approach:

"I think it's worth investigating how the Kuwait Family lady obtained this picture book."

"Since the other party intended to abduct it, the way they obtained this picture book is most likely also questionable."

Savat nodded in approval and immediately handed the catalog to his subordinates.

"Neil, Fabes."

"You two take the brochure and go trace its sales route."

"Once we find the person, we don't need to listen to their explanations; we just need to bring them back to the interrogation room."

After assigning tasks to his subordinates, Savat turned back and looked specifically at Linsey: "Mr. Linsey, let's go."

"..."

The group bid farewell to the museum's maid.

After setting off, they proceeded towards the Fimbul Theater.

The museum itself is located at the border between the Blue District and Purple District.

It's not too far from the Fimbul Theater; it's about a two- or three-hour walk away.

On the way, Wala Wala whispered to Linsey, "Linsey, did you notice that just now?"

He specifically called you "sir"!

Linsey shook her head slightly:

"That's because I'm useful to him."

"Deeply ingrained beliefs cannot be completely overturned by a temporary change of perspective. In his mind, I am probably still that country bumpkin from a remote area."

"No, that's not it." Wala Wala pointed to her eyes. "I can see people's emotions."

"At least he has a lot of respect for your abilities."

Linsey shrugged:

"Compared to my investigation, it should be much easier for you artists to investigate people's emotional fluctuations."

Wala Wala shook his finger:

"Understanding emotions is Source Material traits of mine; most people can't do that."

"..."

At noon, the sun was shining brightly.

Even with gusts of sea breeze blowing through the streets and alleys, the humid heat of the streets remains unchanged.

Meanwhile, Linsey and her group arrived in the heart of the South District, an area entirely dominated by performers.

The theaters in the city have multi-tiered stages, and performers can be seen performing on the streets from time to time.

Next to performances of singing, dancing, acrobatics, etc.

Passersby frequently threw money at the performers to show their encouragement.

"..."

When Linsey arrived, she couldn't hide the admiration on her face.

Artists in the City of a Thousand Sails, regardless of whether they possess the Essence, absolutely have their own unique skills if they dare to perform.

Taking a stroll here in your spare time will definitely be a great experience.

Then, Linsey noticed a detail.

On the way to the Tibetan museum, Wala Wala had a solemn expression and a dignified demeanor.

But after arriving in the Blue District.

The girl would occasionally chuckle to herself, as if she were celebrating something wonderful.

Linsey asked in a low voice:

"Wala Wala, what are you secretly laughing about?"

The girl replied almost reflexively:

"Hey! Linsey, don't talk nonsense!"

"How could I possibly enjoy causing trouble for others!"

"..."

Linsey could only guess:

"You really dislike that actor named Yao Xing?"

Wala Wala's eyes widened, and she began to shake her head vigorously like a rattle drum:

No!

"They don't dislike her at all; they just see her as a strong competitor and a respectable 'good friend'!"

"..."

Linsey fell silent.

Based on what he saw.

The Wala Wala expressions were so fake it seemed absurd.

Another half hour passed.

The group arrived at Holmes Avenue in the Blue District, where the Fimbul Theater is located.

This is a magnificent, colossal building.

The building, which is over 20 meters high, resembles a high wall, completely blocking the view of pedestrians for over 100 meters on both sides of the street.

On the wall of the building facing the street.

At regular intervals, huge posters are hung from the rooftop.

Leveraging its towering height, it has even expanded its advertising reach to include nearby neighborhoods.

The figures on the posters are either handsome and full of life, or they are experienced and have a weathered air about them.

Stills of the actors are displayed along the street.

The image itself also radiates power.

A passerby can glance at the actor and be immediately drawn into the performance, experiencing firsthand the powerful force of the act.

The Fimbul Theater stands like a colossal object, overwhelming the entire street.

The other theaters and opera houses around it could only tremble beneath it, as if they were surrounded by stars and the moon.

Savat led Linsey and the others to the main entrance of the theater.

The person in charge of receiving us was a middle-aged lady.

But she didn't look at the Blue Robe Savat, who was in charge of law and order, or even pay attention to the other guests.

Her gaze was fixed intently on Wala Wala:

"Selina?!"

"Didn't you already announce your retirement from the entertainment industry? Why are you still here!"