Working Prophet

Chapter 229 Don’t cry, just keep acting!

"I'm guilty~" Carloman started singing, "I succumbed to a force that I couldn't resist. It made me sink, made me cowardly, fell into boundless darkness, and finally made an unforgivable mistake~

"I know, it's too late to say this now, it's too late ~ My hands are already stained with the blood of my best friend, I can't look back, oh look what I've done, how should I face his daughter and son?"

Timothy is truly a master. Even though he only had less than a day to write the script, his lines were very provocative and made many viewers in the audience harden their fists.

Moreover, the performance of the person in front of him who was forcefully forced in by Ilea exceeded Timothy's expectations.

Although the technique is a mess, the emotions are unexpectedly abundant, and the sense of immersion is quite strong, as if Carloman himself is here.

The two sides had only practiced with each other once before. Timothy did not expect that the final effect would be quite good. In addition, the props on the opponent's body looked very detailed, especially the ears, which looked exactly the same as those of the Weir family.

Yes, this is how the troupe leader comforted himself. Although he had guessed a certain possibility, he did not point it out to the girl... At this time, it is better to pretend to be stupid. The water in today's scene is too deep, Timothy I don't want to cause any more trouble for myself.

Carloman actually sang a little out of tune at the end, but combined with his grief-stricken expression, the audience interpreted it as a perfect control of emotions, and some even applauded.

When Carloman heard the applause, he seemed to get some encouragement. He puffed up his chest and continued singing, "I can't escape anymore, I can't escape anymore ~ ​​I need to repent and atone for my sins! I want to say that person's name loudly!" Confronting my demons.”

As Carloman sang, he raised his head and looked down the stage at the figure sitting in the center.

The eyes of both parties met in mid-air!

Carloman's heart suddenly shrank. There was no sparks intersecting as he imagined. He only saw a hint of ridicule in the man's eyes.

The owner of Acorn Castle had an ominous premonition in his heart. Then he looked over the man's shoulder and saw a familiar face behind him.

That was his only son Hugo, and next to Hugo sat a rather gorgeously dressed lady. The lady saw Carloman looking over and smiled at him. Waved.

As for Hugo next to her, he looked like he had done something wrong and did not dare to look at his father on the stage.

As if sensing Hugo's uneasiness, the lady took the initiative to lean closer to him. Hugo's lowered head almost touched the lady's chest.

Carloman felt like the world was spinning, he staggered a few steps, and almost fell down off the stage.

The crowd also gave him another round of applause for his dedicated performance, and some people shouted, "Quick, tell me, who ordered you!"

Carloman, however, seemed to be stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't make a sound.

The person holding the teleprompter behind the scenes almost broke his hand, but Carloman acted as if he didn't see it, and he looked like a walking dead.

Timothy was so anxious backstage that he was really afraid of what might happen. As the creator of this play, the troupe leader noticed the abnormality in Carloman's behavior earlier than anyone else.

However, because the character he played was very similar to his current state, most of the audience did not realize that his performance had deviated from the script. But if he continues to stand still like this, sooner or later his secret will be revealed.

At that point, the scene will be completely ruined! The love and mead sign was smashed along with it.

Thinking of what would happen next, Timothy couldn't help but his eyes darkened, but just when he was about to faint, Carloman finally moved again.

He opened his mouth and sang again, "What's the use of talking about it now! The dead are gone, and I can only apologize by dying!"

After singing the last word, Carloman raised the long sword in his hand and slashed at his neck. The blade cut his carotid artery, and blood spurted out from his wound like a fountain. .

Carloman's body swayed, as if he wanted to take another look at his son, but before he could turn his head, he fell heavily on the stage and lost his breath.

Witnessing this shocking incident, everyone present was stunned.

For a long time, no one made a sound, and no one made any movement, as if it was frozen.

The first one to react was Timothy, who had almost fainted before. He gestured wildly at the young apprentice operating the curtain, asking him to close the curtain first and end this section.

When the curtain closed, Timothy was the first to rush forward, using all his strength to pull the body in the pool of blood off the stage.

The less courageous actress could no longer hold back her tears, but as soon as she sobbed, she was scolded by the troupe leader, "Don't cry!"

Timothy was now covered in blood and his eyes were ferocious, making him look like a bloodthirsty monster. Coupled with the prestige he had accumulated as the class leader, no one dared to look at him.

"Don't even cry, just keep acting!" Timothy said coldly.

"But... the betrayer is dead." An actor whispered.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, he won't have a role in the next few scenes. He won't appear again until the end. We just need to change the ending. I will do it."

After Timothy finished speaking, he paused, and then said to several apprentices doing chores, "Why are you still standing there, go wipe the blood stains for me!"

"Really, do you really want to act?" Someone swallowed.

"Nonsense, there are so many people waiting outside." Timothy said, "Play well, no one will cause trouble for me again, hurry up, get moving, you lazy guys!"

The actors looked at me and me, but no one dared to disobey the troupe leader's order.

Everyone knows that in Love and Mead, Timothy is the only tyrant, so after a brief panic, everyone got busy again, as if nothing had happened.

Li Yu on the other side also specially inserted a piece of music to buy more time for the troupe.

When the curtain opened again, the actor playing Gabriel appeared on the stage, sneaking around holding a big dragon egg, and then sang about his conspiracy.

The audience below remained silent, seeming to be still digesting everything that had happened before.

They all thought they had just witnessed a murder, but Love and Mead's current reaction made them question their judgment.

Could it be that it was just a performance that had been arranged long ago, but it was just too realistic?

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