Work Prophet
Chapter 212 - 60 Who’s Talking to You About Drama!!!

Chapter 212: Chapter 60 Who’s Talking to You About Drama!!!

"Ugh, that lord is such a bastard," Ireya said, clearly absorbed in the story, indignantly.

"What else?"

"The romance between Tess and Walt is touching, especially how Walt chose to burn with Tess rather than run away. Of course, it could also be because after Walt killed that bastard lord, the commotion was too big and he was cornered by guards somewhere, unable to escape."

"What else?"

"Furthermore... even the villagers were excessive, actually helping the lord deceive Walt."

"What else?" Timothy’s patience was nearly exhausted.

Miss Rabbit scratched her head, "Also, Walt’s friend met a tragic end, killed by mistake."

The theater troupe leader slapped his thigh, "Right!"

The commotion startled the young girl, who might think Timothy had suddenly come down with some illness. He stared intently into the lady’s eyes, "This story teaches us that the truth you discover at first might not be the real truth."

"Ah? I thought it was a love story. I assumed the focus of this drama you created was on the relationship between Tess and Walt..." the girl said.

"Yes, but that doesn’t stop the story from also admonishing us to think thrice before acting. Don’t do things in a flurry of passion that will only bring pain to loved ones and joy to enemies," Timothy said slowly and deliberately.

"Hmm... I don’t think the average person watching would think so deeply, although I admit the expression of drama is varied, and you are undoubtedly a master in this area..."

The theater troupe leader was so anxious he wanted to slap his thigh again, almost blurting out, "Who the hell is talking about drama with you!"

However, he knew his current situation was not safe, or else he would not be here speaking in riddles with the lady. He could only continue, "Don’t you think William’s death was somewhat unjust? If Walt had given his friend a chance to explain before seeking revenge, perhaps the tragedy wouldn’t have happened."

"Oh. You make sense," she said.

Timothy had barely begun to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the girl change tack again, "But I think it’s understandable that Walt ambushed and struck mid-way. If I remember correctly from your drama, William was a noble too, right? There must have been guards with him when he left his house.

"If Walt hadn’t killed him with one blow and instead had left time for William to explain, then if William truly was the murderer, he might have used the opportunity to turn on Walt with his men."

The theater troupe leader felt like he was going mad, "What if, just what if William wasn’t a noble, or he didn’t have people with him, or Walt brought more men? What about that? If you were Walt, would you be willing to give William a chance to explain before you acted?"

"Not bringing people might well be a trap. Then it would be even more reason to act quickly, right?" Miss Rabbit said, stroking her chin.

"......"

Timothy sighed deeply, "I should give you the pen and let you write."

"Actually, I did write a play, about my own dragon-slaying story, but you only glanced at it twice before tossing it aside," the lady reminded.

"I’m starting to doubt whether you really killed a dragon."

"Of course, the dragon’s head was even exhibited in Rock Snow City recently. If you want to know more details, you can read my story," the girl emphasized a second time.

"I will, I promise, and no matter how terrible your writing is, I’ll adapt it into a moving masterpiece to make your name resound throughout the Bratis Continent. But child, I truly hope you’ve learned something from the drama today. I picked this play especially for you."

"Alright... sure."

"I’ve said all I had to say. You can leave now, and remember to call Tess in on your way out."

"Tess?"

"Oh, not the one from the play, just the girl you met coming in. I still need to teach her voice training," the theater troupe leader paused, then turned to the Lady, "I’m pleased to see you embarking on this creative path, but remember to also pay attention to the things going on around you."

The young girl only felt puzzled.

She guessed that maybe people involved in creativity were all like this, speaking in a convoluted way, thinking of one thing after another without grasping the main point. Talking to these people was truly exhausting.

When she left the inn settled on for Honey Wine, the carriage arranged by the Figrola family was already waiting for her by the roadside.

Miss Rabbit got into the carriage, intending to head straight back to the Marquis Mansion, but halfway through, she changed her mind and went to the market to have a tailor make her several new outfits.

Now that the crisis of the giant dragon had been addressed and the true cause of her father Ruse’s death had been made known to all, what came next was to find Caroman and Hels with the help of Lord David and mete out the punishment they deserved.

It turned out that Hels was really courting death. The mere charge of instigating Caroman to murder Ruse might not have been enough to claim his life, but together with the conspiracy with Gabriel, using the Black Dragon to attack the major families, and planning to assassinate his own brother, not even Marquis Kuren could save his youngest son.

For Ireya, what followed was simply a matter of waiting. As long as Caroman arrived in Rock Snow City, the verdict for that year’s murder case would be settled.

So the young girl planned to relax a bit during this time.

She wandered the market until sunset, choosing four outfits for herself. As she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something, her face flushing red, she turned to the tailor and said, "Um... do you also make clothes for men here?"

The tailor lady showed a knowing look on her face.

Miss Rabbit hurriedly explained, "No, it’s not what you’re thinking... He has helped me several times; I just wanted to bring him a gift."

"That’s no problem at all, just tell me his measurements."

"I don’t have them on hand at the moment, wait for tomorrow. I’ll have someone send them over tomorrow; I can pay the deposit now."

"No need for a deposit. You are the hero of the Western Territories. If we can’t trust you, whom can we trust?" the tailor lady said with a smile.

"Alright then, I’ll pay you when the clothes are ready."

Seeing it was getting late, the girl quickly got back into the carriage and returned to her lodgings. However, this time Lord David did not join her for dinner, indicating he must truly be busy.

After dinner, the Lady also went early to her room.

But she didn’t go to bed for sleep; instead, she remained neatly dressed, picking up a book at random from the shelf and began flipping through it.

When it had completely darkened outside, Ireya noticed a shadow suddenly appear on the wall.

She wasn’t the least bit alarmed, but rather, she put down the book and looked in the direction of the shadow, exclaiming with surprise, "You’re here."

"Mhm," Li Yu hummed softly, looking around, "This is... the Marquis Mansion? How are your matters going?"

"I did as you said. Upon arriving in Rock Snow City, I revealed the truth about my father’s murder in front of everyone. Lord David has already promised to apprehend all those involved and ensure they receive their due punishment, but..."

"But what?"

"On my first day in Rock Snow City, Gabriel died."

At this news, Li Yu felt a stir in his heart, "Really? How did he die?"