Mag brought the two little ones around the complex alleys in the south of the city for over an hour. After confusing a few locals, they finally found the Black Cat Opera House in a completely different location than the application form's address.
Furthermore, it looked more like a dilapidated farm yard than an opera house.
There was a white sign on the cracked wooden door with delicate black charcoal words "Black Cat Opera House" and a little cat drawn next to them.
In fact, they had just passed by in their horse-drawn carriage earlier.
It was just that Mag couldn't link the dilapidated yard in front of him with an opera house.
Even the opera house where they went to watch opera for 50 copper coins per person looked proper.
Amy got closer to the cracked door, looked in, and whispered, "It can't be here, right? There seems to be no one here, either?"
