Working Prophet.

Chapter 229 Don't Cry, Keep Playing For Me!

"I'm guilty~" Carloman began to sing, "I succumbed to a force that I couldn't resist, it made me sink, make me weak, fell into the 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 have done, how should I face his daughter and son?"

Timothy is indeed a master. Even if he only had less than a day to write the script, his lines are quite sensational, which made many audiences harden their fists.

Moreover, the performance of the relationship account forced into by Ilea in front of him also exceeded Timothy's expectations.

Although the skills are messed up, the emotions are unexpectedly abundant, and the sense of substitution is quite strong, as if Carloman himself is here.

The two sides had only practiced once before, and Timothy did not expect the final result to be quite good. In addition, the props on the opponent's body looked very delicate, especially the ears, which looked exactly the same as the Weir family.

Yes, that's how the troupe leader comforted himself. Although he had already guessed a certain possibility, he didn't tell the girl... It's better to play dumb at this time. The water in today's scene is too deep, Timothy I don't want to make trouble for myself.

Caroman was actually a little out of tune at the end of the song, but with his grief-stricken expression, it was just interpreted by the audience as a wonderful control of emotions, and some people even applauded.

And Caroman seemed to get some encouragement from the applause, puffed up his chest, and continued to sing, "I can't escape anymore, I can't escape anymore~ I need to repent, I need to atone! I want to speak out that person's name! Confront my demons."

Carloman raised his head while singing, and looked at the figure sitting in the middle of the stage.

The eyes of both sides meet in mid-air!
Carloman's heart shrank suddenly, and there was no imaginary interlacing of sparks, he only saw a hint of sarcasm in the man's eyes.

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

That was his only son, Hugo, and beside Hugo, sat a gorgeously dressed lady. The lady saw Carloman looking towards him, and smiled at him. He beckoned.

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

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

Carloman only felt his head spinning for a while, and he staggered a few steps, almost falling down under the stage.

The crowd also gave another 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 running around in a hurry backstage. He was really afraid that something would happen. As the creator of the play, the troupe master noticed Carloman's abnormal behavior earlier than anyone else.

However, because the role he played was very similar to his current state, most of the audience didn't realize that his performance had deviated from the script, but if he continued to stand still like this, sooner or later his secrets would be revealed.

At that time, the game will be completely smashed!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 own neck. The blade cut open his carotid artery, and plasma gushed out from his wound, like a fountain .

And Carloman's body swayed, and he seemed to want 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 astonishing turn of events, everyone present was stunned.

For a long time, no one made a sound, and no one made any movements, as if they were frozen.

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

And when the curtain closed, Timothy was the first to rush forward again, dragging and dragging with all his strength, pulling the bloody corpse off the stage.

The less courageous actress couldn't help crying at this moment, but just as she started sobbing, she was reprimanded by the troupe master, "Don't cry!"

Timothy is now covered in blood, and his eyes are fierce, making him look like a bloodthirsty monster. Coupled with the prestige he has accumulated as a class leader, no one dares to look at him.

"Don't cry, let me continue acting!" Timothy said coldly.

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

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

After Timothy finished speaking, he paused, and then said to a few apprentices doing odd jobs, "Why are you still standing there, go and wipe the blood off me!"

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

"Nonsense, there are so many people waiting outside." Timothy said, "All act well, don't let anyone make trouble for me, hurry up, move me quickly, you lazy bastards!"

All the actors looked at me and I looked at you, none of them dared to disobey the order of the troupe leader.

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

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

When the curtain opened again, the actor who played Gabriel came on stage, sneaking around with a big dragon egg, and then sang about his plot.

The audience below remained silent, as if they were still digesting everything that had happened before.

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

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

(End of this chapter)