Everything around seemed so familiar, and the creaking sound made by the thick wooden staircase board was almost the same.

The only difference is the noisy here, and almost every room next to the window is already crowded with people.

It is obvious that Ribo alone can think of the performances condescendingly. In fact, the owners of these houses have already prepared a means to add a large amount of extra income to the family.

A few chairs are really necessary for those rich people who are waiting for the performance to begin, and a cup of sugar water soaked with wild chicks and petals is very expensive at the moment.

There are absolutely no tables and cabinets in the room, which is to make as much space as possible to accommodate more people.

Looking at this crowded look, Ruibo obviously lost interest. Just as he was embarrassed to go downstairs and left, the owner of the room who had been determined to make a business suddenly grabbed him and said with great sincerity: "You little master, you can see that you don't like being too crowded. I have a place where you can enjoy the performances on the square, and it is absolutely quiet and no one will disturb you."

Ruibo, who was once a clerk in Nangang, naturally would not believe that such a good thing was there. There were almost all kinds of problems in the goods that were trying hard to sell.

But at this moment, what he needed most was a window near the square, and because of this, Ruibo nodded happily.

Following the thin homeowner and passing through a narrow staircase full of chores, the shopkeeper flipped up a sloping wooden board, which was obviously a simple door.

As the homeowner said, this is a place where no one disturbed him.

The tall roof is right at your feet. The sloping door just now should have been the skylight on the roof. Outside it is a small platform built with heavy wooden boards. The so-called window near the square is just the gap more than one meter wide exposed between the two adjacent roofs supporting the platform.

Rebow clearly felt the countess shaking his feet. She was obviously worried about whether the boards were strong enough, and she was even more worried about her fate after falling down.

Apparently to prove the safety and reliability of the platform, the homeowner jumped on the wooden board twice, but Ruibo knew clearly that this action made the countess even more scared.

After taking a look at the clothes hanging on the platform that seemed to be colorful flags, Ruibo naturally would not be unable to guess the usual use of this simple platform. Like Nangang, poor people who don’t have much money will try to squeeze out and use limited space, and this is obviously the best place to dry clothes.

"Oh - Dear Master, don't worry, it's absolutely safe here. The people in the building even took a bath here. No one had any accidents." The owner pointed to a wooden barrel hanging in a corner and said, with a small hole at the bottom of the barrel and a cork plug.

"You can leave, I'm very satisfied with this place." Ruibo said, looking around. The roofs on both sides blocked most of the view. Behind him was the street, which seemed empty. Only a few rooms across the square could see the situation here, but it was too far away to see clearly.

Pulling the beautiful countess, Rebow walked onto the simple platform, and he had no intention of approaching the railings in front, and he was not very relieved of them.

He took out two gold coins at will and threw them far away into the owner's hand. The latter seemed more attentive because of the two gold coins. He kept saying, "Please wait, I'll bring two chairs immediately." When the attentive owner came back, in addition to the two chairs, there were two more wool blankets.

After the owner left, Ruibo looked around again. As he expected, the two simple doors on the left and right sides had doors tied from the inside.

With the latch on, Rebe smiled at the beautiful countess and said, "We have time, and the performance in the square has not yet begun."

As he said that, he gently put the two chairs together, and laid a wool felt blanket on it, making an invitation in an extremely elegant and noble posture.

Cheers and applauses came one after another, and the corresponding one was the gorgeous dress that was fluttering and flirting on the square. All actresses had beautiful figures and beautiful faces, and the male actors had elegant demeanor in addition to their handsome appearance.

All of this made the audience fascinated. They were not only dazzled by the beautiful dance, but also by the round and wonderful music.

Looking at the actors, the gorgeous clothes, and the indescribable beautiful sets, the young artists frowned.

"These old guys are willing to spend the money. This time their tailor may have made a fortune." A voice that squeezed out from the gaps in his teeth said coldly.

"There is nothing, just like a gorgeous vase. These old guys have become sensational clowns." Another person said calmly.

"It is impossible to say that. The music composed by Moushiko this time can be called our rival. The sets and costumes are probably all from Bushvak. He knows very well what ordinary people appreciate. The opening poem can be called Pert's most brilliant work in ten years. Although there is indeed nothing else, these alone may make us feel tricky." Hanna, who had just gotten rid of the lawsuit, sighed.

"I don't know if the script we adapted in a hurry can arouse everyone's interest." Gord also murmured to himself.

"Maybe we should add some more jokes and have to prepare a new poem to start with," Hanna said thinking.

"Pert's long poem was blocking it, and their performance was obviously quite able to capture the interest and attention of ordinary people, and our costumes and props were obviously far from comparable to them. Even the beautiful long poem might not have any effect." A person next to him shook his head and said.

"I agree with Nasi's view that the situation is quite unfavorable to us. It seems that we will never win with ordinary methods. Perhaps we should indeed take the little devil's approach. Since Pert has achieved success with gorgeous rhetoric and passionate momentum, there is absolutely no need for us to try this, using funny and jokes to make the audience feel interesting and relaxed, perhaps we can win by mastering the people's hearts." said Gord.

"Can you start with the three funny poems that the court clown is good at?" the young man named Naxi said immediately.

"Will starting with a clown make people criticized for sensationalism? It is not worth it to use this method to attract the audience's attention," said an artist who seems quite serious.

"The clown may not necessarily use red and white oil paint to paint his face, nor do they all wear two loose plaid clothes with different eyes. The noble men in gorgeous clothes and above have the largest number of idiots and clowns." Gord said calmly.

"That's right, but what we must face at this moment is the fair judgment of the nobles. No matter how much the audience likes our performance, the final decision is still in the hands of these few people." Hanna reminded immediately.

"Why don't we think carefully? Who else is annoying except those incompetent and stupid noble masters? I believe that the audience will definitely feel very happy to use them as clowns to mock them, and those noble masters can also smile happily. As long as they mock people who have nothing to do with them, they will never care." Nasi said.

"For us, the most annoying thing is undoubtedly the old guy who is proud of him at the moment." Someone immediately interrupted next to him.

"That's right, stupid old guy, nouveau riche who knows nothing, flatters the nobles but are arrogant to the common people. I'm afraid no one will like these people except themselves. The nobles will not be angry at mocking these people. Perhaps they can find some new fun in it." Naxi said.

"But only these alone may not be able to produce enough orgasm. What can these old guys, nouveau riche and housekeepers do? I'm afraid they don't even have the courage to raise the sword of the duel." Another person said hurriedly.

"This is very simple. Have you forgotten what happened not long ago? Naxi was caught in a lawsuit and almost couldn't get out. Scammers, thieves, and businessmen without integrity are also the objects of hatred by everyone. They will be the best anti-corner on the stage. And those guys who make us and everyone hate can act as supporting roles on the side. Although they don't even have the courage to take up the duel sword, they can perform as much as possible on such a stage dominated by liars and thieves." Gore said calmly.

"It seems that there is a complete script in your mind." Nassi said with a smile: "But I have never tried to change the script and all the lines in the few minutes before the performance."

"Everything always has a beginning," Gore said, patting his old friend's shoulder: "But I believe this will not seem too difficult, because there are the most suitable examples and models in front of you."

Hearing this, the young artists around him smiled and looked at the old guys who were performing vigorously on the stage.

The whirring wind could not calm the enthusiasm in Ruibo's heart. At the beginning, he focused part of his attention on the performance on the square, but soon he discovered that compared to the performance, there was another thing that attracted him more deeply.

At first, he just planned to play the role of a lustful and debauchery, and he liked to play with power. With a beautiful beauty like Frera, Ribo didn't think he would be really interested in other women.

Unexpectedly, the Earl of Ellis made him deeply curious, and this curiosity eventually turned into love. Although it was not yet fascinated, it surprised Ruibo.

If there is something that attracts him the most, it is undoubtedly a toned and elegant body.

Ruibo has only seen the same toned and elegant female body in the copying of the murals collected by Mr. Hyde.

It is completely different from the beautiful beauty of Frera, and also different from the noble beauty of His Majesty the Queen. The beauty of this Countess Elijuns is a mixture of vitality and classicality.

Having such a perfect and healthy body also means having infinite energy and abundant physical strength. Because of this, what this countess can give him is a wonderful feeling that others cannot give. Of course, Frera is the only exception. If this countess is a tough fighter, then Frera is undoubtedly a master.

However, for Rebbo, the feeling given to him by this Miss Alice was even more wonderful, because although she was an excellent opponent, he was the ultimate conqueror after all. When facing Frera, Rebbo had no confidence in winning. He knew very well that if Frera wanted to really compete with him, he would have to be conquered.

Because excitement is also because of happiness, Ruibo trembled slightly, and he dedicated the strongest and strong passion to this not very familiar lady.

Although the passion has passed, Ruibo has not withdrawn his "garrison" from the fertile "land" he has already conquered.

Suddenly, Ruibo heard a loud laughter coming from the square. Laughing came one after another, as if it was the thunder of the summer rainy season.

At this moment, Ruibo noticed that the gorgeous and elegant palace music played with harp and flute had ended. At this moment, what echoed above the square was a music full of humor and playfulness created by a strange combination of snare drums and whistles. The thunderous laughter mixed with this strange music seemed particularly bizarre.

Although he didn't know what was happening on the square, Rebow believed that Mr. Gord had probably understood the meaning of what he had just said.

Instead of mocking others' stupidity with a stern face, it is better to use wanton jokes to make everyone happy from their stupidity. This undoubtedly wins over a large group of allies for themselves. Those who are ridiculed will never ask for help from those bystanders who have ridiculed him.

As Ribo imagined, his sharp ears clearly heard someone cursing loudly from the noisy laughter and funny music, and Ribo could also guess who was extremely angry because of this.

After looking at the beautiful countess beneath him, a sudden thought of mocking someone in Ribo's heart also broke out in his heart. What he wanted to mock the poet, who was proud of his talent, but still full of envy and longing for the prosperity and beauty of the world.

He gently picked up Ai Lijunsi's limp body and walked carefully to the railing. Ruibo glanced at the rows of dry clothes in front of him, which blocked the sight of the crowd below, but there was nothing to worry about, because everyone was staring at the performance on the stage, and did not notice that there was a more wonderful scenery above his head to watch.

Putting the countess gently on the railing, Rebe held her plump waist hard, and he clearly felt that the countess wanted to refuse to do so, which obviously made her feel extremely ashamed, but Rebe used his tough force to make the proud countess surrender, and what made her completely surrender was the "garrison" whose morale gradually grew.

Leisurely enjoying the joy of conquest and ravage with a slow pace, Ribo enjoyed the performance above the square.

At this moment, the square was crowded, and even the naughty children of Monach were climbing on the big tree next to it. Those children didn't have to worry about falling and falling, because the crowds of people standing underneath seemed like a thick blanket.

The gorgeous and beautiful set in the center has been removed, and two wooden barrels and four horizontal trees form a stage. The costumes worn by the actors are even more simple. In Ribo's opinion, these costumes are not even as good as those of the audience.

A hat decorated with chicken feathers represents the identity of a nobleman. The person holding a book of accounts must be a merchant, the housekeeper holds a feather duster, and the shoemaker carries a hammer and a torn boot. Everyone has something that can prove his identity, but in Ribo's opinion, it is no more thoughtful than labeling behind them.

He believed that the artists obviously put all their talents in the lines, from their awkward performances, and from time to time, they had to put their boots and feather dusters in front of them, as if there was something hidden inside, so they could guess that these lines were written in a hurry and the actors didn't even have time to rehearse.

Although everything seemed so simple and hastily, it still attracted all the audience. Their laughter just showed it all, and the thunderous smile proved the success of the performance.

Ruibo didn't know what the previous performance was like, but the greedy and bad-hearted shopkeeper on the stage made him involuntarily remember the annoying camel when he was in Nangang. Seeing that the guy hit a series of nails, even Ruibo laughed unconsciously. He smiled so happily, as if the camel in Nangang was suffering retribution for his bad intentions.

"I didn't expect you to be so happy because of this boring joke." The Earl Earl, obviously worried about being forced to do such a shame, said a little sarcastically.

This unintentional sentence shocked Ruibo, because he suddenly realized that he had been showing his flaws inadvertently. At this moment, he was already a noble nobleman, and he was no longer the port clerk who was determined to be promoted to a comprador.

When he entered Mr. Hyde's villa, his past identity was gone forever. There was absolutely no intersection between these two identities. He had to completely forget everything about that year, including the camel who once hated and hated him.

Perhaps to divert your sight, or to punish the dissatisfaction and ridicule of the beautiful countess, Ribo turned all his attention back to the lady.

It’s a pity that I didn’t have a string of necklaces around me, and the necklace was one of the toys he was best at, but there was a very good thing to replace, that was the whip this lady used to dress up the animal trainer.

With endless passion, he washed away the beautiful countess's will to resist, and carefully pushed the handle of the whip covered with special oil into the soil that the lady had never cultivated before.

Ruibo believes that through his cultivation, it will become a new fertile land and another source of happiness, but at this moment he can only sow seeds but cannot get a harvest.

Of course, what he had was not just expectation. Rebow clearly felt that when his whip entered the strange land, the once arrogant and strong countess completely collapsed in an instant. Obviously, this unprecedented conquest was too fierce for her, and even destroyed her will.

Feeling the powerless struggle and enjoying the pleasure of resistance, Ruibo smiled with satisfaction. He suddenly felt that he might have really become a devil, but at this moment he knew very well how beautiful hell was.

Enjoying the wonderful trembling of Alijuns and listening to the trance-involuntary murmurs, Ruibo felt extremely fulfilled. This was the first time he had this feeling since he came to this strange and hostile country.

Just as he was enjoying all this, just as he was intoxicated by the feeling of conquest, suddenly a commotion came from below, and this commotion was obviously not caused by the performance on the stage.

Ruibo subconsciously pulled Miss Aile Junsi back, who was leaning against the railing. He originally thought someone had seen what they were doing, but when he calmed down, Ruibo found that the commotion was not aimed at him, but from the center of the square.

"What a pity, this happened at such a joyous moment."

"I hope that guy can ascend to heaven, he really disappoints so many people."

"Oh--Dear, you should forgive that unfortunate old man, who became the object of ridicule and gave his life because of this, which is pitiful enough."

"Dear, that's not what he said. This was his own question. Even though the performance on stage reflects him, I believe that few of the people here know about this. He suddenly jumped out and said that the clown was him. Is there anything more stupid and ridiculous than this? In my opinion, his performance is even more wonderful than the actors on stage. The only regret is that he did not let the performance end smoothly, but ended the performance with an unexpected death."

"My friend, don't you think this is also a good ending? Who else is more realistic than this gentleman's performance?"

From the chaotic and noisy sound, Ribo found something he needed. The crowds of people gathered in the distant square blocked his sight, but at this moment he knew what was going on.

And this unexpected result made his plan more perfect.

He is missing a theme that attracts all the attention of people. The quarrels between artists are easily concealed by powerful voices, and at this moment the joyful celebrations are cast on the shadow of death. This unexpected life greatly aggravates the sound and weight of the quarrel.
Chapter completed!