Night fell as expected.
Logically speaking, the farrs should casually wash up, then embrace their plump and rugged wives for a good night’s sleep.
If the day’s farm work was light, they might even put in so effort to increase the family workforce.
But today, their Young Master Lin Ke summoned them, and even sent that cute Rabbitman boy to notify their village chief early in the morning.
Everyone was quite idle at night, otherwise, it wouldn’t have developed from a single village into five scattered settlents.
The number was two hundred, with forty people from each village.
If it were nobles from elsewhere, once they summoned farrs, it was either to build castles or other constructions, all without paying a single copper coin.
Every ti they were summoned, the farrs lanted, but the nobles held absolute power, so no one dared to resist, only gripe in secret.
But things were different in Azanen.
Since Lin Ke could talk and walk, he hadn’t done anything to exhaust the people, so praises of Lin Ke were everywhere in these villages.
Even at the beginning, Garoce only built the Azaenn Castle and did nothing else.
"But our Young Master Lin Ke might beco just like those nobles..."
An elder in the village sighed.
Everyone knew that those greedy and pleasure-loving nobles loved nothing more than making farrs build this and that.
Thus, the apprehensive farrs, after hearing the elders, arrived here in the evening.
......
The two hundred farrs were almost all young and strong n, occasionally with one or two brawny won.
The village elders thought they were summoned to work, so they sent the strong ones.
In front of these farrs was a "room" with a roof supported by wooden pillars, filled with seats.
The front of this room was a wooden platform, with stone-walled sides and a wooden roof.
There was a small lawn between the wooden platform and the "room".
"A... mystic place?"
A farr who seed to know a little about words, though only a little, said.
They were led by Azanen Castle servants to the front of the "room", where four characters were written on the spacious room’s top.
"Welco, everyone, to the Mystical Place!"
Suddenly, an excited yet slightly raw voice sounded, and the farrs looked over.
They saw three to four beams of White Light suddenly illuminate from a tripod atop the wooden platform, piercing the evening darkness and shining on a small boy with black hair and black eyes.
John.
"Gentlen and ladies, please take your seats quickly!"
John, wearing his fiery red servant attire, spoke with obvious excitent, with no hint of retreat or embarrassnt, quite unlike his usual self as a little boy.
"Is... he talking about us?"
A young man in hemp clothing asked with so confusion.
Not just him, over two hundred farrs were quite puzzled.
"Yes, precisely you, gentlen and ladies from the five villages of Azanen!"
John stood at the front of the stage, using a straight wooden stick in hand to point at those farrs, then at the seats in the audience:
"Ladies and gentlen, please be seated quickly!"
So those farrs hesitantly went forward and sat down.
The audience section was dimly lit with torches, while on the stage, many Servants of Truth emitted bright lights.
"Tonight, our future King of Azanen—Young Master Lin Ke, has introduced new entertainnt activities for the people of Azanen, inviting two hundred of you to be the first audience participants..."
John spoke confidently and compellingly as he read the words recorded on the parchnt in his hand, and the farrs’ attention quickly shifted over.
Above the clouds, Lin Ke nodded with satisfaction, and said to Ove beside him: "Teacher, so low-level magic can indeed be quite useful, such as this Courage Spell and Frenzy Spell."
He pointed below at John.
He chuckled to himself: Guess once the magic wears off, John might die of embarrassnt.
"Yes, magic has always been very practical."
Ove’s attention was caught by John’s words, as he listened and taught Lin Ke:
"Even when we beco professionals, we shouldn’t limit ourselves to just using skills; we should use magic and skills flexibly..."
As he spoke, Ove shifted his tone: "...But energy and ti are more precious than fishman roots; you must allocate them wisely. Skills are the main power of professionals, and magic is only supplentary."
Lin Ke nodded lightly upon hearing this, then glanced at a black stone beside him, asking: "Teacher, can the mory Stone truly be interrupted and edited after the fact?"
Ove affird it, which slightly excited Lin Ke.
mory Stone!
The filming of movies and dramas is now on track!
Then he looked towards the stage below: "Teacher, the first program has begun!"
"...Up next is the first program, the play: ’Coiled Snake Ring’! Let’s welco Group One from the Azanen Drama Troupe!"
John’s voice was blazing with passion, and after speaking, he left the stage.
Following this, people in various costus took to the stage to begin their performance.
The farrs in the audience, although still a bit confused about what ’performance’ ant, had already let go of their nervous and worried feelings.
Just now, John ntioned that tonight they simply had to sit here and watch the people above perform! ...That was basically the gist of it.
So they relaxed.
Relaxed, of course, they chatted, bragged, and gossiped with the people next to them.
"Our Young Master Lin Ke is still just as kind as when he was a child!"
"Yes, yes, I thought we would have to dig ditches like slaves as the Minstrels said!"
"Exactly! Look at that person, how pitiful, being dumped; for nobles, being dumped is quite disgraceful, isn’t it?"
"But the other’s teacher is a Celestial Tier legend... greater than a divine being."
"And also has their personal plane, so amazing..."
The chatter of more than two hundred people was quite noisy.
But as the plot on the stage unfolded, gradually, the number of talkers diminished.
They were captivated by the storyline above.
"...I, Xiao Lai, will definitely wash away this humiliation!"
"...You are the daughter of a plane ruler, a grand noble, and I am but a minor noble."
"However, I am also a noble, I have dignity!"
"...I swear, I shall go to my fiancée’s plane and annul the engagent!"
On stage, a young man stood at the center, raising his fist high, voicing his unyielding spirit.
Upon closer inspection, his arm trembled slightly.
He seed very nervous, his voice wavered, but the farrs paid no mind to these issues; their focus was on the plot.
"Good! Annul the engagent!"
"She is a bad woman!"
So farrs couldn’t help but shout, looking like if John hadn’t said not to leave the audience area at the start, they might have gone up to punch that fiancée.
Then next, this young man inadvertently discovered a "Coiled Snake Ring" within his little castle.
"...Hello, little one, I am a forr god..." An elderly servant in white clothing appeared on stage.
Upon hearing this, the crowd gasped.
A god?!
A god has co to Azanen?!
PS: This is truly the last day! How wasteful it is to hold onto your monthly tickets! Give them to , hehe~
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