Sir Baron's ghostly blue eyes stared at *Holy Mountain Journey*, projected onto the wall. Two months after its release, the Shadow of Evil craze had finally swept into the slums.
For just one Copper Coin, you could get a small stool to sit on. Whether you were at the front or the back depended entirely on when you arrived—perfectly fair.
If you didn't want to pay, that was fine too. The distant trees and rooftops were also packed with people. As for how much they could see, that was up to their own abilities.
"What a good business," Sir Baron mused. He had seen *Holy Mountain Journey* many times, and he found it quite interesting on every viewing.
'Its only flaw was that he didn't have a piece of it.'
As the silent investor behind the Purple Lily Theater Troupe, Sir Baron knew full well that Shadow of Evil was the future of performance art. The troupe wouldn't disappear; it would simply become a backdrop for Shadow of Evil.
The new inevitably replaces the old.
