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Chapter 229 - 77 Continued Excitement

Chapter 229: Chapter 77 Continued Excitement

Under Timothy’s extreme efforts to save the scene, more and more people started to believe that the previous moment was just a stage effect.

Love and Honey Wine truly deserves its reputation as a major theater troupe from the Royal Capital.

These props, this stage atmosphere, cannot simply be imitated by those insignificant small troupes, especially the actor who just had one hand—his exquisite acting skills were simply breathtaking, completely blurring the line between reality and fiction.

Although the applause came a little late this time, it was more enthusiastic than any previous occasion!

This was probably the first R-rated performance in Bratis’s theatrical history, with the splattering blood plasma and death scenes nearing reality, accelerating everyone’s adrenaline secretion, bringing the viewers an unprecedented thrill!

The subsequent cheering even drowned out the actors’ lines.

However, compared to the frenzied civilians, the atmosphere amongst the nobles was much more eerie.

Since they were closer to the stage, they saw everything more clearly.

When Caroman swung that sword, he must have been utterly hopeless, not holding back at all—the head was almost chopped off, the wound was a blur of blood and flesh, and even the white bone was visible.

Especially those sitting in the front row, their bodies were even splattered with droplets of blood.

The ghastly sight of the Family Head of the Weil family, no matter how one looked at it, seemed not to be survivable.

Obviously, this was not an act.

Many couldn’t help but shiver.

Some of the sharper minds even guessed what Ireya really wanted to do—she wasn’t there to host a play today, but to seek vengeance for her father.

But with just two acts into the play, a family head had died, and the opening was far too brutal. Who knew what would happen next? A sense of panic filled the air.

On the contrary, David, sitting at the very front, remained unshaken and even took the initiative to begin clapping his hands.

With him leading the way, some nobles who were planning to leave their seats had no choice but to stop in their tracks, exchanging glances full of uncertainty and suspicion.

And then, Finance Officer Romero also started to applaud; seeing the big shots making their stance, the rest naturally understood what to do.

Hence, the applause from the nobles also began, sparse at first, but growing louder and louder.

David glanced at Ireya, who was nearby with a stern face. Without saying anything, Miss Rabbit understood everything, and her blood pressure soared.

But at this moment, she couldn’t do anything—Caroman’s death was undoubtedly beyond her expectations.

This was her trump card that she had prepared. Miss Rabbit had been eager these past few days to know what David’s expression would be when he saw Caroman, who he couldn’t find, suddenly appear on stage.

However, when this scene actually unfolded, the latter showed not a hint of panic, and right under her watch, he got rid of the only witness she had left. He didn’t even lift a finger throughout the process, truly as if he were just enjoying the theater.

Ireya could now somewhat understand why Hels was so afraid of his brother.

But as David turned his head, Hugo, who was sitting behind him, could no longer hold it in and vomited directly onto David’s favorite mink coat.

"I-I’m sorry." The young man saw David’s furrowed brow and spoke in panic, his demeanor akin to a terrified chick.

Fearful that the man before him would pull out the small knife from his waist and stab him with it.

But what Bratis did not expect was that Lord David’s brow quickly relaxed, and what he pulled from his waist was not a knife, but a handkerchief, which he handed to Hugo, softly saying,

"Wipe your face. You are about to become the Family Head of the Vier family, and you can’t neglect your appearance in public."

With trembling hands, Hugo took the handkerchief, his gaze falling on the leopard emblem in the lower right corner, his body gave another jolt, and he said gratefully, "Thank you. I will definitely serve you well in the future."

A flash of disdain flickered imperceptibly in Lord David’s eyes, but by the time the young man looked up, his expression had already returned to calm, and he reminded, "You misspoke."

"Ah, where, where did I go wrong?" Hugo stammered in fear.

"You will serve my father, not me, for it is he who is the head of the Figrola family."

"Right, right, to be loyal to Marquis Kuren, but I will certainly heed your words as well," the young man hurriedly said.

As soon as their conversation ended, a servant immediately came forward to take Lord David to change his clothes.

Only then did Hugo regain the ability to breathe freely, he gasped for fresh air while thoughts of his father’s tragic death came rushing back to him.

He could not help but feel sorrow well up again, tears circling his eyes.

"Why are you crying? This is a happy day," the noblewoman beside him said. "It’s rare for someone to have your good fortune, to lead a family at such a young age. Didn’t you say you would invite me to your castle when you become a lord?

"You know, I’ve always been curious... what it feels like to be on top of those walls. Maybe we should give it a try."

"And Ireya," Hugo murmured.

"What?"

"Oh, you just said it’s rare for someone to lead a family at such a young age; I mentioned Ireya because she even killed a dragon," the young man said enviously.

"So what? She picked the wrong side, and her time in the spotlight won’t last long," the noblewoman said dismissively. "Are you jealous of her, my melancholy little pony?"

"No, no, she drove my father to death, I... I..." Hugo stuttered.

"You want revenge on her?"

"Of course not, the Arias family is much more powerful than the Vier family, and she has defeated a giant dragon. I don’t want to throw my life away aimlessly; I just want to learn more about her."

"Don’t worry, with Lord David and me protecting you, she wouldn’t dare touch you," the noblewoman said with a smile.

The young man nodded and gratefully took the noblewoman’s hand, which she discreetly offered.

......

Backstage, Timothy had no time to care about what was happening outside; he didn’t even hear the surge of applause. He was completely absorbed, his pen flying across the paper.

The theater troupe leader, who had lived so long, had never experienced anything like this: writing a script while performing, and also having to ensure there was enough time left to give the actors a chance to get a little familiar with it.

However, what he did not expect was that, while he was busy to the point of desperation, a new situation arose!

An understudy approached him of their own accord, offering unsolicited advice for his script, suggesting an additional scene should be included.

If it had been anyone else making such a suggestion, Timothy would have cursed them out and might even have come to blows, but he could not refuse the person in front of him.