The night came as expected.
Logically speaking, farmers should wash their bodies at will and then sleep with their fat and rough wives in their arms.
If there isn’t much farm work that day, you can even work hard to increase the family’s labor force.
But today, their Master Azan called them together and even sent the cute bunny boy to inform their village chief as early as the morning.
Everyone is free at night, otherwise it would not have developed from one village to five scattered villages.
The number was two hundred, forty people from each village.
If it is a nobleman from other places, once he recruits farmers, he will either build a castle or build something like this, which is all work in vain without any copper.
Every time they were called upon, the peasants would lament, but the nobles controlled absolute strength, so no one dared to resist, only to complain.
But Azan's side is different.
Since Lin Ke started talking and walking, he had not done anything that worked for the people, so these villages were filled with praises for Lin Ke.
Even at the beginning, Garose did not do anything else besides building Azane Castle.
"But our young master Azane will become like those nobles..."
Some elders in the village sighed.
Everyone knows that the favorite thing of those nobles who are greedy and keen on enjoyment is to let the farmers build this and that.
So, the farmers, who were worried by the elders, came here at night.
………
These two hundred farmers are basically all young and middle-aged men, and occasionally there are one or two women with big shoulders and round waists.
The elders of the village thought they were summoned to do some work, so they all sent those who were capable.
And just in front of these farmers is a "room" with a roof supported by wooden pillars, filled with seats.
At the front of this room is a wooden platform, with stone walls on the left and right, and a roof made of wood.
There was a small stretch of lawn between the wooden platform and the "room".
"Strange...strange place?"
Some farmers seem to know a little bit about writing, but they only "understand it slightly".
They were led to the front of the "room" by the servants of Fort Azan, and on the top of this large room, four words were written.
“Welcome, viewers, to a wonderful place!”
Suddenly, a very excited but somewhat green voice sounded, and the farmers all looked over.
I saw three or four white lights suddenly lighting up on the tripod above the wooden table, cutting through the darkness of the evening and shining on a little boy with black hair and eyes.
John.
"Gentlemen and ladies, please take your seats as soon as possible!"
John was wearing his own fiery red servant costume, and his voice sounded very excited, without any feeling of flinching or embarrassment, and he was not at all like the little boy he usually was.
"Are you... talking about us again?"
There was a young man in sackcloth who was a little confused.
Not only him, but also more than two hundred farmers were confused.
"Yes, it's you, gentlemen and ladies from the five villages of Azane!"
John stood in front of the stage, pointing at the farmers and the seats in the audience with the straight wooden stick in his hand:
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats as soon as possible!"
So the farmers slowly went forward and sat down.
The auditorium was only illuminated by dim torches, but over there on the stage were many servants of truth shining brightly.
"Today, our future King of Azan, Master Lin Ke, launched a new entertainment event for the people of Azan, and invited the first audience of two hundred gentlemen and ladies to experience it... …”
John was confident and spoke the words recorded on the parchment in his hand very nervously, and the farmers' minds were quickly attracted to him.
Just above the clouds, Lin Ke nodded with satisfaction and said to Auf next to him: "Teacher, some low-level magic is actually very useful, such as the courage and excitement skills."
He pointed to John below.
He was secretly amused: John would probably die of embarrassment when the magic wore off.
"Yes, magic has always been practical."
Aof's attention was attracted by John's words, and while listening, he taught Lin Ke:
"Even if we become professionals, we cannot be limited to using only skills, but must flexibly use both magic and skills..."
As he said that, Aofu changed his tone: "...But energy and time are more precious than fish-man roots. You have to allocate them well. Skills are the main strength of professionals, and magic is just an auxiliary. "
Lin Ke nodded slightly when he heard the words, then looked at a dark stone next to him, and asked: "Teacher, this photo stone can indeed be interrupted and modified afterwards, right?"
Aofu said yes, which made Lin Ke slightly excited.
Picture stone!
Filming and TV series have been completed!
Then he looked at the stage below: "Teacher, the first program has begun!"
"... Next up is the first show, the drama: "The Snake Ring"! We invite a group from Azan Repertory Theater!"
John's voice was full of passion, and he stepped down after finishing his speech.
Then, some people wearing various costumes came on stage and started performing.
Although the farmers in the audience were still a little confused at this time, they didn't know what "performance" was.
But now they have actually let go of their nervousness and worries.
John just said that they just need to sit here and watch the performance of the people above tonight! …In short, that’s roughly what it means.
Then they relax.
After relaxing, of course I chatted with the people next to me, bragging and masturbating.
"Our young master Azane is still as kind as when he was a child!"
"Yes, yes, I thought we had to dig ditches like slaves, as the bard said!"
"Isn't that right! Hey, look at how miserable that person is. His engagement was annulled. It would be very embarrassing for a noble gentleman if his engagement was annulled, right?"
"But the other party's teacher is a heaven-level legend...that is a being greater than a god."
"And he also has his own private plane, which is amazing..."
When more than two hundred people talked, it was simply a noise.
However, as the plot unfolded on the stage, gradually fewer and fewer people spoke.
They were all attracted by the plot above.
"...I, Xiao Lei, must wash away this shame!"
"...You are the daughter of the ruler of the plane and a great noble. I am just a minor noble."
"But I am also a noble, and I also have dignity!"
"...I swear, I must go to the plane where my fiancée is and divorce her!"
On the stage, a young man stood in the center of the stage, raised his fist high and made an unyielding sound.
If you look closely, you can see that his arms are shaking slightly.
He seemed very nervous and his voice was vibrating, but the farmers didn't pay attention to these problems at all, they were all focused on the plot.
"Okay! Divorce her!"
"She's a bad woman!"
A few farmers couldn't help shouting. It seemed that if John hadn't said he couldn't leave the auditorium at the beginning, they might have gone up to beat the fiancée.
Then, the young man accidentally discovered a "coiled snake ring" in his small castle.
"...Hello, little one, I am the former god..." An old servant wearing white clothes came to the stage.
After hearing this, everyone exclaimed.
God? !
The gods have come to Azan? !
ps: The real last day! What a waste if you lose your monthly pass! Give it to me quickly hehe~
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