Under Timothy's extreme rescue, more and more people began to believe that the scene just now was just a performance effect.

Love and mead are worthy of being a big opera troupe from the royal capital.

This prop, this stage atmosphere, is really not something that those small theater troupes that are not in the mainstream can touch porcelain, especially the actor who only has one hand just now, his superb acting skills are simply breathtaking, and he can't tell the truth from the fake at all.

Although the applause came a little late, it was more enthusiastic than the previous ones!

This is probably the first R-rated performance in the history of Brattis's theater, and the bursting plasma, infinitely close to the real death scene, accelerates everyone's adrenaline secretion, and brings the viewer an unprecedented sense of refreshment!

The cheers that followed drowned out even the sound of the actors reading their lines.

However, compared to the fanatical commoners, the atmosphere on the aristocratic side is much more eerie.

Because they are close to the stage, they can see more clearly.

When Carroman swung the sword, his heart was probably already in discouragement, so he didn't spare any hands, his head was about to be cut off, the wound was already blurred with flesh and blood, and white bones could still be seen.

Especially the people sitting in the first row were even splashed with blood droplets.

The miserable image of the head of the Vir family, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like it's still alive.

This is clearly not acting.

Many people couldn't help but shudder.

Some of the brighter ones had even guessed what Ilea was trying to do, and she wasn't going to watch a show today, but wanted to avenge her father.

It's just that after just two acts, the head of a family died, and the opening scene was too cruel, who knows what will happen later, and people are panicked for a while.

On the contrary, David, who was sitting at the front, still did not move, and then took the initiative to stretch out his hand and applaud.

With him starting with this, some nobles who originally planned to leave the table had to stop again and exchange glances with each other, all looking surprised.

And then the financial officer Romero also began to clap his hands, seeing that the bigwigs expressed their positions one after another, the rest of the people naturally knew what to do.

So the applause of the nobles also rang out one after another, sparse at first, but louder and louder the further it went.

David glanced at Elia, who was not far away with a calm face, obviously didn't say anything, but Miss Rabbit understood everything, and her blood pressure also went up.

But she couldn't do anything at this time, and Carroman's death was undoubtedly beyond her expectations.

It was supposed to be a killer trick she had prepared, and Miss Rabbit had been wondering what David's face would be when he saw Carroman, whom he couldn't find anywhere, suddenly appear on stage.

However, when this scene really happened, the latter did not panic at all, and right under her nose, the only remaining witness in her hand was also killed, and the whole process, David did not even move a finger, it was really like just enjoying the drama.

Ilea now understands why Huls is so afraid of her brother.

But just as David turned his head, Hugo, who was sitting behind him, couldn't hold back any longer, and spit out directly, spit on one of David's favorite mink jackets.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The boy saw David's frowning brow and said in horror, it looked like a frightened little chick.

I was afraid that the man in front of him would pull out the knife on his waist and stab him.

But what he didn't expect was that David's brows quickly loosened again, and what he took out from his waist was not a knife, but a handkerchief, handed it to Hugo, and said softly.

"Wipe it, you're going to be the head of the Vir family, but you can't ignore your appearance in public."

Hugo took the handkerchief with a trembling hand, his eyes fell on the lynx coat of arms in the lower right corner of the handkerchief, his body shook again, and he said gratefully, "Thank you, I will definitely serve you well in the future." ”

An imperceptible look of disgust flashed in David's eyes, but when the boy looked up, his eyes had regained their composure, and he reminded, "You're wrong. ”

"Ah, oh, what's wrong." Hugo trembled.

"It's for my father, not me, he's the head of the Figuerola family."

"Yes, yes, it's to the Marquis of Cullen, but I'll definitely listen to what you say." The young man said busily.

As soon as the two finished talking, a waiter stepped forward and took David to change his clothes.

Hugo regained his freedom to breathe, and while he gulped in the fresh air, he thought about his father's tragic death.

I couldn't help but feel sad again, and tears rolled in my eyes.

"What are you crying about, it's a day to be happy." The noble lady beside him said, "But few people have such good fortune to lead a family at such a young age, didn't you say that when you become a lord, you will invite me to your castle as a guest."

"You know, I've always been curious about being on the city walls...... What is it like, maybe we should give it a try. ”

"And Ilea." Hugo muttered.

"What?"

"Oh, you said that very few people can lead a family at such a young age, and I said that there is Ilea, and she also killed a dragon." The boy said enviously,

"So what, she's on the wrong side, and it won't be long before she gets in the limelight." The lady disagreed, "Are you jealous of her, my melancholy foal?" ”

"No, no, she forced my father to death, I ...... I ......" Hugo stammered.

"You want revenge on her?"

"Of course not, the Arias family is much stronger than the Vir family, she can still defeat the dragon, I don't want to hit the stone with an egg, I just want to know more about her."

"Don't worry, Master David and I are protecting you, and she won't dare touch you." Lady Wan'er.

The young man nodded, and gratefully grasped the soft wattle that the noble lady had quietly stretched out.

…………

Timothy, who was behind the scenes, didn't even have time to care about the outside world, he didn't even hear the tidal wave of applause, and he was now concentrating on the flying of his pen there.

It was the first time that the troupe owner had lived so long and had experienced this kind of thing, writing scripts while acting, and he had to make sure that he could leave a little more time for the actors to get acquainted with a little bit.

However, what he didn't expect was that just when he was busy, a new situation appeared!

An extra took the initiative to find him, and Mao recommended himself, saying that he wanted to give him some suggestions for his creation and wanted to add another scene to it.

If it was an ordinary person who made this kind of request, Timothy would have scolded the street a long time ago, and maybe he would have picked up Wang Baquan to compete with the other side, but the person in front of him was something he couldn't refuse.

(End of chapter)