Work Prophet
Chapter 228 - 76: No crying allowed, keep on acting!

Chapter 228: Chapter 76: No crying allowed, keep on acting!

"I am guilty~" Caroman unleashed his singing voice, "I succumbed to a force I could not resist, it led me to depravity, made me weak, falling into endless darkness, ultimately committing unforgivable mistakes~

"I know, saying this now is already too late, far too late~ My hands are already stained with the blood of a dear friend, no turning back, oh look at what I’ve done, how can I face his daughter and son?"

Timothy truly was a master, even with less than a day to write the script, his lines were quite moving, making quite a few in the audience clench their fists.

Moreover, this nepotism case forcefully introduced by Ireya exceeded Timothy’s expectations.

Although his technique was a complete mess, his emotions were surprisingly abundant, his sense of immersion quite strong, as if it were Caroman himself standing there.

The two had only practiced together once before, and Timothy didn’t expect the final effect to be not bad. Additionally, the props on the other person looked quite detailed, especially those ears, indistinguishable from those of the Ville family.

Yes, this was how the theater troupe leader consoled himself, although he had already guessed a certain possibility, he did not point it out to the girl... Pretending to be ignorant was the better choice at times like this; the waters of today’s play were too deep, Timothy did not want to look for more trouble for himself.

Caroman actually went a little off-tune as he continued to sing, but combined with his distressingly desperate expression, it was interpreted by the audience as superb emotional control, with even some clapping and cheering.

And it seemed that Caroman, hearing the applause, felt somewhat encouraged, puffed out his chest, and continued to sing, "I can’t run away anymore, I cannot hide any longer~ I need to confess, to atone! I must loudly speak the name of that person! Face the demon in my heart."

Caroman lifted his head while singing and looked down at the audience, at the figure seated right in the center.

Their gazes met in midair!

Caroman’s heart suddenly tightened, not finding the anticipated sparks flying, instead, he saw a hint of mockery in that person’s eyes.

The master of Acorn Castle had a bad premonition, and then his gaze moved over that person’s shoulder, where he saw a familiar face behind him.

It was his only son, Hugo, and a richly dressed lady seated beside Hugo; the lady noticed Caroman looking this way and smiled at him with a wave.

As for Hugo beside her, he looked as if he had done something wrong, not daring to look up at his father on the stage.

Feeling Hugo’s unease, the lady leaned toward him even more, and Hugo’s bowed head almost touched her chest.

Caroman felt the world spinning around him, his footing faltered, and he almost fell off the stage.

The crowd gave another round of applause for his dedicated performance, and someone even called out, "Quick, say it, who’s behind this!"

But Caroman felt like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, opening his mouth several times, yet unable to make a sound.

The person holding the cue cards backstage was almost waving their arms off, but Caroman acted as if he did not see them, looking completely like a walking corpse.

Backstage, Timothy was so anxious he was pacing in circles. It was the very thing he feared that had occurred. As the creator of this play, the theater troupe leader noticed Caroman’s abnormal behavior earlier than others.

However, because his own performance and current state were very similar, most of the audience below the stage did not realize his acting had strayed from the script. Yet if he continued to stand there dumbly, sooner or later he would give himself away.

Then this play would be completely ruined! And ruined with it would be the reputation of Love and Honey Wine.

Just thinking about what was going to happen, Timothy couldn’t help but feel darkness before his eyes, but just as he was about to faint from panic, Caroman finally moved again.

He began to sing once more, "What is the use of talking about all this now? The deceased has passed, and only my death can atone for my sins!"

After singing the last word, Caroman raised the long sword in his hand and slashed it fiercely at his own neck. The blade cut through his carotid artery, and blood plasma gushed out from his wound like a fountain.

Caroman’s body wavered, and it seemed as though he wanted to take one last look at his son, but before he could turn his head, he fell heavily onto the stage, breathless.

Witnessing this shocking turn of events, everyone present was stunned.

For a long time, no one made a sound, nor did anyone move, as if they were frozen in time.

The first to snap out of it was Timothy, who had almost fainted earlier. He frantically gestured to the young apprentice controlling the curtains to draw the main curtain and end this act.

When the curtain was closed, it was Timothy who first rushed up, using all his strength to drag and pull the body from the pool of blood off the stage.

Some of the actresses with fainter hearts couldn’t help but cry out at this point, but as soon as they let out a sob, they were berated by the theater troupe leader, "Don’t cry!"

Timothy now was covered in blood, his gaze fierce, making him look like a bloodthirsty monster. Coupled with the prestige he had accumulated as the troupe leader, not a single person dared to meet his gaze.

"No crying, keep acting!" Timothy said coldly.

"But... the traitor is dead," an actor whispered.

"It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t have any parts in the next few scenes anyway. He only reappears at the end. We just need to change the ending, I’ll take care of it."

After saying this, Timothy paused and then said to a few apprentices, "What are you waiting for? Go clean up the blood!"

"We’re, we’re really going to keep performing?" someone swallowed.

"Nonsense, so many people are waiting out there," Timothy said, "Perform well, and don’t let any more mishaps happen. Hurry up, get moving, you lazybones!"

The actors looked at each other, none daring to defy the command of the theater troupe leader.

Everyone knew that in "Love and Honey Wine," Timothy was the sole tyrant. So, after a brief moment of panic, everyone got busy again, as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, Li Yu also specially added a musical interlude to buy more time for the troupe.

When the main curtain was drawn open again, the actor playing Gabriel appeared on stage, sneakily moving around with a Big Dragon Egg and began to sing his plot.

The audience below was still silent, seemingly still digesting everything that had happened before.

They had all thought they had just witnessed a murder, but the reaction of "Love and Honey Wine" now made them question their judgment.

Could it be that it was just a well-rehearsed performance that was too realistic?