Working Prophet.

Chapter 230
Under Timothy's extreme rescue, more and more people began to believe that the scene just now was just a performance.

Love and Mead is indeed a troupe from Wangdu.

The props and the atmosphere of the stage are really not something that a small troupe can touch, especially the one-handed actor just now. His superb acting skills are simply amazing, and it is impossible to tell the truth from the fake.

Although the applause came a bit late this time, it was more enthusiastic than the previous few times!
This is probably the first R-rated performance in the history of Bratis' drama. The bursting plasma infinitely approached the real death scene, accelerated the secretion of adrenaline for everyone, and brought unprecedented refreshment to the viewers!

The cheers that followed even drowned out the voices of the actors speaking their lines.

However, compared to the frenzied civilians, the atmosphere on the noble side is much weirder.

Because they are closer to the stage, they can see more clearly.

When Carloman swung that sword, he probably lost all hope in his heart, so he didn't hold back his hand at all, his head was almost chopped off, the wound was bloody and bloody, and white bones could still be seen.

Especially the people sitting in the first row were even splashed with blood drops.

No matter how you look at the tragic image of the head of the Weier family, it doesn't look like he can still be alive.

This is clearly not acting.

Many people couldn't help shivering.

Some guys with better brains have even guessed what Ilea wants to do. She is not treating guests to a show today, but wants to avenge her father.

It's just that the patriarch of a family died just after performing two acts. The opening scene was a bit too cruel. Who knows what will happen next, and people were panicked for a while.

On the contrary, David, who was sitting at the front, remained motionless, and then he stretched out his hand and clapped his hands.

With him taking the lead, some nobles who originally planned to leave the meeting had to stop again and exchanged glances with each other, all of them looked surprised and uncertain.

Immediately afterwards, Romero, the financial officer, also started to clap his hands. Seeing that the big bosses expressed their opinions one after another, the rest of them naturally knew what to do.

So the applause from the nobles also rang out one after another. It was sparse at first, but it became louder as it went on.

David glanced at Ilea, who was not far away with a sullen face. He obviously didn't say anything, but Miss Rabbit understood everything, and her blood pressure also went up.

But at this moment, she couldn't do anything, Carloman's death undoubtedly exceeded her expectations.

This was originally a trump card she prepared. Miss Rabbit has been wondering how David will look when he sees Carloman, whom he can't find anywhere, suddenly appearing on the stage these days.

However, when this scene really happened, the latter didn't panic at all, and just under her nose, killed the only witness left in her hand, and during the whole process, David didn't even move a finger, really It's like just enjoying a play.

Ilea now understands why Hulls is so afraid of her brother.

But when David turned his head, Hugo, who was sitting behind him, couldn't bear it any longer, and vomited it out, onto David's favorite mink coat.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The boy saw David's frown and said in panic, looking like a frightened little chick.

I was afraid that the man in front of me would draw out the knife from his waist and stab him.

But what he didn't expect was that David's brows soon loosened again, and what he took out from his waist was not a knife, but a handkerchief, and handed it to Hugo, saying softly.

"Come on, you're about to become the head of the Weier family, you can't disregard your appearance in public."

Hugo took the handkerchief with a trembling hand, his eyes fell on the lynx coat of arms in the lower right corner of the handkerchief, his body was shocked again, and he said gratefully, "Thank you, I will definitely serve you well in the future."

An undetectable look of disgust flashed in David's eyes, but when the boy raised his head, his eyes had regained their calmness, and he reminded, "You're wrong."

"Ah, what, what's wrong." Hugo trembled.

"It's for my father, not me. He is the head of the Figuerola family."

"That's right, it's allegiance to the Marquis of Cullen, but I will definitely listen to what you say." The young man said hurriedly.

As soon as the two finished talking, a waiter stepped forward and took David to change clothes.

It was only then that Hugo regained his free breathing. While taking in the fresh air, he thought of his father's tragic death.

Can't help but feel sad again, tears rolled in the eyes.

"Why are you crying? This is a happy day." The lady next to him said, "But few people have such good luck to be able to lead a family at such a young age. Didn't you say that when you Will you invite me to your castle after becoming the lord?

"You know, I've always been curious about... what it's like to be on the city wall, maybe we should give it a try."

"And Ilea." Hugo murmured.

"what?"

"Oh, you just said that very few people can lead a family at such a young age, I said there is Ilea, and she also killed a dragon." The young man envied,

"So what, she's in the wrong team, and she won't have a good time." The lady said disapprovingly, "Are you jealous of her, my melancholy little pony?"

"No, no, she forced my father to death, I...I..." Hugo stammered.

"You want revenge on her?"

"Of course not. The Arias family is much stronger than the Weir family. She can also defeat the dragon. I don't want to hit a stone with a pebble, but I just want to know more about her."

"Don't worry, Lord David and I are protecting you, she dare not touch you." The lady smiled.

The young man nodded, and gratefully grasped the catkin that the lady stretched out quietly.

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Timothy, who was behind the scenes, had no time to care about the outside affairs at all. He didn't even hear the applause like the tide, and he was concentrating on it right now, writing like flying there.

It was the first time for the troupe leader to experience such a thing in his life. He wrote the script while acting, and he had to make sure to leave a little more time for the actors to get acquainted with.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he was so busy, a new situation appeared!
An extra actor took the initiative to find him, and recommended himself, saying that he wanted to give him some suggestions for his creation, and wanted to add another scene to it.

If it was an ordinary person who made such a request, Timothy would have scolded the street a long time ago, and he might even have to fight the other side with his fists, but this person in front of him was something he couldn't refuse.

(End of this chapter)