Chapter 1930 - 527: The Bell Sound of the Republic Rings in Another Theater (6)

That seemed to be compensation for her.

Matthew didn't notice.

The actor called "Eagle" played the role of an incompetent husband well, running over like a child who had gotten candy.

He wanted to take her hand and lead her into the brightly lit church behind.

"Eloise, you finally came back, I've waited for you so long!"

"The steward suddenly told me the lord agreed to bless us, and we don't need to pay for the wedding... Well, I'll figure out the money we borrowed before, everything will be fine."

Eloise withdrew her hand.

Her body trembled, like the last leaf hanging in the autumn wind, swaying in this spring bloom.

"Eloise?"

Matthew froze, not understanding what was wrong with his fiancée.

Eloise said nothing.

She remained silent under the dusk for a long time, gently raised her head, lifting her heart-breaking eyes.

"Matthew."

The soothing background sound paused briefly, allowing that soft voice to traverse the stage, reaching every corner of the theater.

"Are you willing... to live with me where there is no bell sound?"

Matthew stiffened on the spot.

For a farmer disciplined by theocracy and the lord from birth, this sentence was akin to asking him to betray the entire world.

"But..."

He looked at the church, looked at that silent giant bell in confusion.

"The wedding must have a bell sound. Without it, we are..."

Unclean.

Also sinners.

Eloise closed her eyes, tears flowing down her delicate makeup, washing away a pale trace.

Matthew looked at Eloise's heartbroken face, the girl who constantly supported him against all odds, something in his heart finally shattered.

He reached out his hand, this time he embraced her shoulders, holding the beautiful Eloise in his arms.

Without any legal grounds.

Only two loving souls, and tightly linked heartbeats.

"I am willing!"

To hell with the bell sound—

To hell with the castle!

To hell with feudalism!

The soul-stirring roar did not echo on stage but resonated in the hearts of the audience below, even resonating in Baron Ges's heart.

He even temporarily forgot that he truly had a castle.

Sitting below, Mignes also felt a burst of heat in his eyes as that long-lost passion surged again in his chest.

This should be the second time.

The last time was on the deck of the ship to Thunder City, where due to a beautiful girl, he found the competitive spirit and impulse of his youth.

This time, it was a completely different inspiration—

Praise the republic!

Although he wasn't a Campbell person, he had never felt such a strong hope rise in his heart.

Only by destroying that feudal castle would the light belonging to the common people truly shine on this land, rather than being overthrown in the name of the sacred.

The curtain slowly fell, capturing the stage at that powerful final scene—

The foreground was lovers hugging in the sunset, while the background was a church filled to capacity and missing the bride and groom.

Though it was an open-ended conclusion, the audience who resonated with the stage understood what awaited them next.

They probably couldn't escape.

Eloise had already tried once in the belfry; trying again would only have the same outcome, and the repercussions of letting down the lord would be worse.

Matthew could never buy back his five years at the original price, and the cloth shop owner acting as the lord's white glove would never allow him to buy back the land deed with just the principal.

Though the previous plot didn't mention interest, it wasn't non-existent, just unknown to Matthew as a farmer.

Only when the whip lands on his body would he understand where the whip was.

Then there's war.

The script subtly hinted that their baron was fighting a duke.

No matter what, their lives couldn't return to the past.

However, one hope remained in that lingering ending since everyone on-site knew the outcome of the Winter Moon Coup.

Applause rang out in the theater.

Initially, it was scattered a few sounds, followed by a flood-like tide, instantly overwhelming the theater. Even Baron Ges, who vowed to write to the Duke, couldn't help but stand and applaud this thrilling performance.

Saint Sis above...

Who would have thought stage plays could be performed this way!

The last time a stage play excited him like this was when a troupe accidentally lit the curtain on stage.

Although he felt offended as a lord, recalling the drowsy Holy Light operas and Hero Fighting Demon King performances he'd seen before, he felt it was worth the ticket price at least.

He not only didn't fall asleep.

And his mood followed the music's rhythm, rising and falling, sometimes sweating on his back, sometimes unable to resist praying for the actors on stage.

Lowering his burning palm, he glanced at the servant beside him, sternly instructing.

"Cancel the Chastity Tax! Let Matthew keep the money for their future home; I don't need his few copper coins!"

The servant looked at the baron with eyes both crying and laughing, held back for a long time before quietly stating.

"Master... that thing has been gone from our territory for a long time, and in Campbell Duchy, only parts of North Stream Valley Earl's Territory and Spinor Earl's Domain still have it."

He felt Mr. Ges had no need to be so excited.

After all, even he with his level of education could see the script criticized feudalism itself, the traitors standing with the neighboring country's king in the Winter Moon Coup, and those truly extracting the bones of the nobles.

As victors united around the duke, showcasing flowers on stage was the gentlemanly behavior, he actually more recommended Mr. Ges to do so.

And they could stand tall doing so because they knew they were on the side of justice.

"I see..." Baron Ges's smile was somewhat awkward, coughed, and said sternly, "Earl Derek is really too bad!"

The curtain opened again.

All the actors came to the front of the stage.

Kaylee, playing Eloise, held Eagle, playing Matthew, standing in the center, and the entire troupe bowed deeply to the wildly applauding and even standing cheering audience.

From behind the curtains, the theater owner and "the boss behind the boss" Mr. Punk clenched their palms with hot sweat.

The night on Queen Street had never been so lively as today!

Not even when Colin Group listed!

They could almost foresee how crazy people would be tomorrow!

Perhaps they should urgently print posters of "Eloise" and "Matthew", wondering if the boss at the printing house had fallen asleep.

The passion of the people seemed to melt the whole night, even though the "Bell Sound" tolled tragedy, the actors on stage performed their heartfelt voices.

Rather than casting their suffering on the chopping board, humiliating them first with Holy Light, then cutting their mouths, inscribing their smiles.

Looking at the cheering, applauding crowd, Kaylee sighed in relief in her heart, responding with an "Eloise" smile.

That sweet smile stayed in every audience member's heart; perhaps tonight many Campbell young men won't sleep well.

Bayele above—

Kaylee silently prayed in her heart, grateful for Lord Demon King's blessing, her mission completed smoothly, with no adventurers suddenly drawing blades against her.

Considering her excellent performance, she shouldn't worry about being sucked into "Enchanting Demon Dry" by Miss Vivian Colin...

She didn't know at that moment, tomorrow she and her character performance would shock the whole Thunder City, even the Demon King would praise her good performance.