Hoyle suddenly noticed something, and his eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Lun asked.
"They're the heads of Tartar and Golden Rum. They've come too."
Hoyle pointed to the corners of the packed audience. On either side sat a man wrapped in a trench coat and hat.
"They came in disguise, probably to 'scout out the competition.' Hmph, looks like they couldn't sit still either."
Hoyle sneered.
Chen Lun glanced at the two men, then paid them no further attention.
Instead, his gaze fell on Viscount Harrington and his family in the very front row.
To find opportunities hidden among the nobility, the best way is, of course, to first find someone who knows aristocratic circles better than anyone.
Chen Lun was considering what means he could use to get Viscount Harrington to do his bidding without attracting the attention of the local Official Transcendent Factions.
Watching the staff below the backstage area carry birdcages, ropes, wooden crates, water tanks, and other magic props, Hoyle asked nervously:
"Has everything been checked and confirmed to be in order?"
"There are no problems, Mr. Hoyle. We've checked everything three times."
A staff member answered, wiping away his sweat.
"That's a relief."
Hoyle nodded.
Chen Lun glanced at the magic props, and a faint, playful smile appeared on his face.
By then, the host had finished warming up the crowd and announced the performing troupe's name amid the applause-
"Please welcome Mr. Jack, leader of Jack's Circus, who will perform a spectacular magic show for us!"
"Mr. Jack, we're counting on you."
Hoyle spoke quietly and solemnly.
Chen Lun smiled and nodded, then walked toward the stage with the Silver Cane in hand.
Seeing this, several staff members carrying props turned toward the darkness backstage, where Kewei, the Sisters Selena, and the Dwarf Troupe