Sometimes, emotions don't need excessive embellishment; simply remaining calm can cause a sensation.
Just like the audience at this very moment.
Furina did not display any particularly intense emotions.
She simply stood calmly on the stage, uttering words that were enough to make the people of Fontaine present wake up in the middle of the night and slap themselves a few times.
That was all.
And just as the audience below was cheering for the play or feeling apologetic for their previous actions…
Furina and the others had already returned to the stage.
Everyone exchanged glances, and then Claude took charge of the final wrap-up.
Of course, in such an occasion… Claude would naturally not decline this matter.
After all… he, and no one else, was the one who would lead this theater troupe afterward.
He gently walked to the front of the group, first bowing to the audience, then began to speak:
"The Water God of Fontaine, Furina, played by Ms. Furina de Fontaine."
"Fontaine Vice-Minister, Chang Ming, played by Mr. Chang Ming."
"Salrais and his descendants, played by Mr. Polo."
"Palais Mermonia Clerk, played by Mr. Weil Mang."
"Fontaine Academy of Sciences Clerk, played by Mr. Lauvik."
After saying this, Claude paused slightly, then spoke with a rather confident and proud voice:
"Finally, special thanks to Ms. Furina and Mr. Chang Ming for arranging the venue and directing this performance!"
After Mr. Lauvik finished speaking, everyone in the troupe, including Furina and Chang Ming who were standing on the stage, collectively bowed slightly to the audience, and then all returned backstage.
…
However, shortly after everyone returned backstage, and before Mr. Polo even had a chance to ask when they could see Aurett…
A rather lively and excited girlish voice entered everyone's ears.
"Mr. Chang Ming, Lady Furina!"
The two who were called looked in the direction of the voice and saw the bright girl, like a yellow rose.
Of course, there was also Clorinde, like a guard by her side.
Seeming to notice their gaze, Clorinde gently nodded to them, a smile appearing on her face.
"Congratulations on your successful performance~"
Navia said, while placing two bouquets of flowers into their arms, then blinked her misty blue eyes, which showed a hint of curiosity, and asked:
"Speaking of which, Mr. Chang Ming, was the play you just performed… a newly developed, completely new play?"
Hearing this, Claude was slightly startled, and just as he was about to explain something… Chang Ming stopped him.
He smiled at the curious Navia in front of him and softly asked:
"Why do you think so?"
Looking at those gentle sea-blue eyes, Navia slowly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, thought for a moment, and then began to boldly guess.
"In my impression… Fontaine Opera actors stand on stage and loudly say lines that somewhat break the immersion."
"Hmm… A simple example is the words Lady Furina said softly earlier; in other Fontaine Operas, they should be shouted loudly, not whispered."
"So I think… Mr. Chang Ming, are you developing a new play?"
Looking at the curious misty blue eyes in front of him, Chang Ming smiled and nodded, then frankly said:
"Fontaine's Fontaine Opera culture spreading to Teyvat is not a very difficult thing, but it requires a longer time to refine."
"After all… as for the playwright industry, besides Mr. Claude, I don't think anyone can write a script similar to 'Boethius' at the moment."
Chang Ming paused slightly, then continued:
"The Fontaine Opera industry has been stagnant for too long, so much so that many playwrights have started resting on their laurels, always using the old ways instead of innovating."
"In Ritou, there's a saying… 'prescribe a strong medicine for the right illness.' To gain Teyvat's recognition for this entire market, we can only push for reform."
…
Just as Chang Ming was expounding his philosophy, Wriothesley was staging a truly good show.
At this moment, Wriothesley was leaning against the outside of a high-end apartment building, his black eyes showing a hint of indifference—as if he was completely unaffected by what was to come.
He slightly turned his head, looking at the brightly lit Opera House, and Wriothesley sighed helplessly.
"Ah… these rats in the sewers are really hard to catch. Sorry, old friend, I can't congratulate you in person this time."
Wriothesley muttered to himself helplessly.
And just when he was starting to feel bored… a figure in a black uniform quickly ran towards his location from the other end of the street.
"Duke! Out of the total forty-eight Noclan Family members on the list provided by the Northland Bank, forty-seven have been successfully apprehended!"
"The last remaining person is Khaerts Noclan. Should we proceed with the arrest now?"
Hearing this, a meaningful smile appeared on Wriothesley's face, and then he gently shook his head.
"No rush. If we're going to deter those people, then we deter them completely."
"Let them see the patience of Fontaine's law enforcement agencies, and let them see the true capabilities of that Assistant Administrator."
"They think they can stump us by changing four or five hideouts? Unfortunately… that's impossible."
Wriothesley gently shrugged, then looked up at a certain room in this apartment, and said with a light chuckle:
"I really look forward to seeing what kind of emotions you'll show when you run out and face this inescapable net and a plan that's already been seen through."
…
At this moment, Khaerts was calmly sitting on the sofa, seemingly extremely confident in his plan.
He crossed his hands and rested them against his chin, looking at the gradually dimming blue light pillar in the direction of the Opera House, a sinister smile appearing on his face.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems the Assistant Administrator's performance is about to end…"
"Given his and Furina's fame, I imagine most of the Marechaussee Phantom members are busy maintaining order after the show ends, right?"
"Nelson has been out of contact since this morning; he should have been caught too… but he only knows the nonsensical things I told him."
"The remaining Marechaussee Phantom and security team members should have gone to arrest the others, right? Now is the time to leave!"
"I refuse to believe you can find the locations of all my hideouts!"
Khaerts said, picking up a briefcase nearby, putting on a black gentleman's top hat from a hanger near the door, and then quickly left his room.
However, just as he walked out of the apartment building… a black figure appeared in front of him.
And the words that followed… sent shivers down his spine.
"Hello, Mr. Khaerts Noclan, you are suspected of introducing dangerous foreign species, transferring large amounts of assets, and plotting to murder the former Water God and Assistant Administrator…"
"I am now, in my capacity as the Honorary Duke of Fontaine, inviting you to Meropide for a chat. We can sit down, have some tea, and discuss this matter thoroughly."
"Oh, by the way, you have no right to refuse, and you won't have any testimony to present."
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