Lin Ke instantly understood the reason for the awkward silence.
At first, because it was too noisy down there, he had said "Quiet."
Those commoners weren’t quite bright, having barely any experience or perhaps this was their second time experiencing such a stage.
They had no idea what atmosphere was; the silence before a performance didn’t mean the same silence during the performance.
Lin Ke hesitated whether to say something to break the ice, like "Now you can make noise."
But saying that would make him come off like some kind of tyrant.
Even most tyrants wouldn’t forbid their subjects from making noise, because it’s quite pointless.
If nothing else works... Lin Ke looked up.
If nothing else works, just ask the teacher to buff John a bit.
Let John just continue with his speech...
Lin Ke’s thoughts only took a moment to settle.
Yeah, let John continue.
However, to his surprise, John over there wasn’t panicking or feeling awkward.
John’s small figure bowed towards Lin Ke and said, "Young master, may we cheer now? For your greatness and wisdom, and for this marvelous performance?"
The subjects unanimously turned their gaze upward, looking at Lin Ke as if he were standing on a cloud.
They instinctively believed that Lin Ke’s "Quiet" was for the entire performance, implying they shouldn’t speak.
So the subjects were very obedient and stayed silent.
Lin Ke breathed a slight sigh of relief and said in a somewhat elevated voice using an amplification technique, "Silence is over, cheer with all your might!!"
The subjects first looked at one another, and then erupted into cheers and whistles.
Even Fulon couldn’t help but cheer foolishly, then got a helpless glare from Antova on the side.
Of course, Antova didn’t notice the corners of her mouth and eyes changing, showing a bit of delight.
Emotion and atmosphere, very important indeed.
Meanwhile, John breathed a deep sigh of relief in his heart, yet outwardly was full of passion: "First on the program is Sophie from the third group of the Azanen Theater Troupe!"
"She will be singing ’The Most Dazzling Azanen’! Composed by the great Young Master Lin Ke Azen!"
With that, amid the cheers, John exited the stage.
His back was already drenched with sweat.
He just realized that what the young master had said about this occupation called a host required "verbal artistry" and "improvisation."
He was slightly touched in his heart.
After being saved by Lin Ke, Sophie spent two hours calming down and recovering her singing voice.
She felt very fortunate.
She once thought that her issues had made Young Master Lin Ke uncomfortable.
After all, the young master was still quite young at that time and might not have managed something well that had annoyed him.
But now, not only did Young Master Lin Ke not blame her, he even rescued her from the hands of two "partners."
Moreover, Young Master Lin Ke always remembered her!
’When you think your voice is good enough, come see me, Sophie.’
Those were the young master’s exact words.
The young master knew her name.
Everyone knew the young master had an excellent memory, but he could never remember people’s names. The young master’s exact words were: "Ah, Western names are so hard to remember! So annoying!"
Although they, as servants, didn’t know what they had to do with the "West," they knew that aside from a few people, the young master couldn’t remember anyone’s name; for example, he couldn’t even remember the head maid’s name.
Yet the young master somehow remembered her, Sophie’s name!
"... Composed by the great Young Master Lin Ke Azen!" At that moment, John shouted these words, and the stage went dark.
However, when the stage went dark, a drumming sound came from the stage.
Amid the audience’s surprise and curiosity, Sophie slowly took the stage, and the Servants of Truth once again lit up.
"... The vast horizon is my love ~"
"... Bright and blooming is Orland Lake ~"
In her bright red little red dress, Sophie took to the stage with a face full of a passionate smile and a voice that was almost mature.
Sophie’s singing voice mingled with the sounds of pots and pans being struck behind her.
In fact, it was just a large cooking pot, with a male servant earnestly striking it with a large metal spoon.
This was the "instrument" Young Master Lin Ke had prepared for their singing group.
As the name implies, an instrument that resonates with music.
Listening to these instrument sounds, Sophie found the "melody" the young master mentioned.
"... you are the most beautiful cloud on my horizon..."
"... Let me wholeheartedly keep you here!"
Singing to this point, an inexplicable look flashed in Sophie’s eyes as her gaze involuntarily drifted upwards.
But she knew that a relationship with Lin Ke was impossible, at most, when she was still a personal maid, she could teach Lin Ke a thing or two about being a man on his first night.
What are you thinking, Sophie!
Young Master Like won’t let me be a maid, then said if I sing well, I can see her, could it be...
Thinking of this, Sophie felt even more excited and her face flushed slightly.
The anger from being abandoned before, resentment from misunderstanding, the grievances after understanding, the fear of being threatened, the joy at seeing Young Master Like, and the gratitude because Young Master Like did not forget her.
"...Gently singing the Azanen wind..."
After Sophie finished singing, she closed her eyes.
All the audience just began to get excited with Sophie’s voice.
"So beautiful! So beautiful!"
"This girl is really nice, surely well-bred!"
"This girl must be a goddess! Definitely a goddess fallen to earth!"
The audience enthusiastically discussed.
The excitement was successful!
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!"
Fulon cheered excitedly, dancing along with the melody like a twenty-five-year-old naive, beautiful, kind-hearted but silly mermaid.
Lin Ke looked at the instruments enhanced with voice amplification below and felt satisfied.
To be honest, the singing was quite average.
To people here it seemed great, never having heard such wonderful sounds before.
But in Lin Ke’s view, there is a long way to go.
However, the instruments can be developed, like drums, trumpets, suona, zithers, pipa, harps, and so on.
But these are not important, Lin Ke develops these only to make the stage more diverse, with the possibility of forming a profession and with this gaining followers who will never betray, and possibly earning money to pay off debts.
Not just for entertainment’s sake.
"This ’performance’ is indeed quite good."
Lady Antova slightly nodded wanting to maintain aloofness, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her heart.
Antova glanced at Lin Ke twice: "Little Lin Ke, really clever."
Lin Ke’s lips curled, feeling good being praised by an enemy.
Fulon kept cheering: "Little Lin Ke, so beautiful! That girl’s performance was so beautiful!"
Like a gorilla with a vocabulary so poor it can only praise "beautiful" when hearing nice songs.
"Singing, it’s called singing."
Lin Ke corrected: "Singing is just a type of performance, but quite special, performed through singing instead of speech and actions."
Fulon didn’t respond.
She was busy cheering, singing along in a tone-deaf voice and even looked like she wanted to go to the audience full of what Antova often called "commoners" and sing with them.
The next performance was the second act of , along with some short dramas and singing.
Just when John was about to go on stage, Sophie stood still on stage and closed her eyes.
The audience was still cheering.
Except Lin Ke noticed something was amiss.
She had already finished singing, John was prepared to go on stage, why wasn’t Sophie leaving and had closed her eyes?
With her eyes closed, a few freckles dotted each side of her high nose, her cheeks were red, and her blonde hair flickered under the Servant of Truth’s light.
"...Seems like our Little Sophie is not immersed in everyone’s cheers yet! So, let’s send her off with even more cheers!"
John seized the opportunity, readying the words Lin Ke had taught him, speaking as he went up on stage, subtly nudging Sophie.
He knew Sophie, often connected with her, they were good friends.
Although Sophie had been whipped by Butler Billy before.
However, when John nudged Sophie, he found he couldn’t budge her?
For a moment, John didn’t know what to do.
But at this moment, seven or eight Servants of Truth floated down from the sky, reaching out lightning arms, carrying Sophie upwards.
"Continue the performance."
Ove’s voice rang out, directly in John’s ear.
So... the show goes on!
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