Chapter 1264: Mrs. Flode

Mrs. Flode

"Because the Brotherhood of Extreme Desire forbids nothing, as long as it fits desire, it will receive support, so 【Filth】 believers gave Morning Joy a lot of support, including these things you see......

And those you can't see.

They eroded the young people in the royal family, making the new generation of royal family members start to favor the trendy circus art. Under the royal family's example, the young people of this country naturally liked Morning Joy more than the play.

But soon, Flode realized that this way of victory was not what she wanted, so she began to control the intensity, restrain her methods, and wholeheartedly wanted to beat the play in 'circus level.'

She managed the troupe, discovered geniuses, cultivated juniors, and under bold and radical management methods, Morning Joy developed rapidly and welcomed that genius who could succeed her as the head jester, Maxford.

Maxford was the child of two of the actors who followed Flode when she left the play; he had been immersed in circus art since he was a child and was gifted. Flode took a fancy to him and cultivated him into the most capable jester in Morning Joy, attracting countless audiences.

And at this time, the play also finally realized that it was behind the times and began a new transformation.

You have been to the play's affairs, so naturally you know better than me; in short, the end of the matter reached the current 'Imperial City Showdown'."

Zhang Jizu's investigation was more meticulous than Cheng Shi and Zhen Xin's, but after hearing it, Cheng Shi's expression became extremely strange. He wanted to interrupt the other to ask more than once, but finally listened to the whole thing before curling his lips and asking:

"I say Old Zhang, you didn't bury Flode, did you?

Otherwise, how would you know so many things."

Zhang Jizu shook his head and smiled: "This wasn't asked by me; you probably forgot that there is still one more person who came to Morning Joy with me."

Speak of the devil and he shall appear; before Cheng Shi could react, a burly man pushed through the crowd and came to the three. He saw two Zhang Jizus standing very close and was still distinguishing them, when the real Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes and pointed casually, pointing Cheng Shi out.

In his view, Cheng Shi being able to come find him with Zhen Xin meant they were prepared to show their cards, and the Grand Marshal had also confessed that he would not disturb everyone in breaking the game and solving the puzzle, so this rough job of acting as Cheng Shi, he could finally stop doing.

Cheng Shi saw Old Zhang pointing at him and thought he had been sold out. Just as he was about to quibble, he saw Hu Wei laughing heartily and patting his shoulder:

"Brother Cheng, no need to act, I know it's you.

Relax, there won't be any other plans in this game; you can rest assured and clear your trial, and if there's anything you need, just say it.

I have no other requests, and you know what I want; whether I can get what I wish for depends on how you perform, brother!"

The Grand Marshal patted Cheng Shi's shoulder heavily, making Cheng Shi's eyelids twitch.

Good, good, good, so you two had long since shown your cards and were just strolling leisurely here, right?

Then what does my acting count as?

A pure jester?

Cheng Shi's mouth twitched violently, and seeing his identity exposed, he naturally shed his disguise and returned to being himself.

When he saw Cheng Shi really appear before his eyes, Hu Wei suddenly felt a bit dazed.

He held Cheng Shi's shoulder and muttered to himself:

"This time...... it should be the real Brother Cheng, right?"

Cheng Shi almost couldn't hold it in; this really gave the old big brother PTSD.

"An Mingyu" on the side saw everyone starting to be honest with each other, so naturally, she took off the black cloth in front of her eyes again, but when that little suit appeared before Hu Wei's eyes, the Grand Marshal retreated half a step and directly took out his greatsword.

Zhen Xin smiled like a fox, tilted her head to look at Hu Wei, and teased:

"Is the Grand Marshal going to perform an acrobatics show for us?"

"Zhen Xin?"

Not Zhen Yi!

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

Hu Wei's face twitched, looking at the three swindlers in front of him, his forehead throbbing.

Fortunately, the battle-hardened Grand Marshal didn't feel embarrassed. Facing the suspicious gazes of the onlookers, he laughed heartily:

"If it can put everyone in a good mood to explore the trial, what's the harm in performing a segment?

But I am not proficient in this way; the real acrobatics still have to be performed by President Gong to be interesting."

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Hearing this, Su Yi Da, who was hiding in the crowd watching the fun, silently endured a critical hit that shouldn't have belonged to him.

What does this have to do with me?

Cheng Shi's face was flushed; he always felt that the jester had a successor, but then again, this old big brother of his was really trying hard to fuse with 【Fraud】, even losing his face; he didn't know who he learned it from.

After a brief "chaos," the people who had revealed their identities talked about the trial again. When mentioning the various things that happened at the play and Lake's disappearance, Hu Wei raised his eyebrows, turned around, and left, waving his hand to signal everyone to follow.

Several people thought Hu Wei had found the missing Lake, but they didn't expect Hu Wei to lead the way in a roundabout way, actually bringing them to an uninhabited suburb outside the circus.

This place was desolate, forming a sharp contrast with the bustling scene inside the circus not far away. The Grand Marshal pointed his sword forward, pointing at a patch of soil that had been obviously renovated:

"Guess what I found here?"

Cheng Shi was stunned, thinking we should be guessing how you found this place instead, right?

Hu Wei saw everyone's confusion, laughed heartily, slashed open the new soil, and revealed a palm-sized box under the mud again.

He used the tip of his sword to pick open the lid, and inside was a handful of ashes burned dry.

Just when everyone thought this was whose ashes, Zhang Jizu shook his head. He squatted down, pinched a handful of ashes, and felt them carefully:

"No ashes, these are the embers of cloth and wood chips; this is a cenotaph."

The Grand Marshal said thoughtfully:

"Someone buried this thing here, looking like they were cherishing the memory of someone.

I have a guess in my heart, but I'm not sure; I asked Brother Zhang to come just to let him check who was buried in this 'grave'; this is his professional field after all."

Unfortunately, 【Death】 is only useful for the dead; tracking by object still requires 【Memory】. Cheng Shi blinked and looked at Zhen Xin for the first time.

Based on his understanding of swindlers, as long as they knew Long Wang possessed the secret of the Jesters, it was absolutely impossible to only exchange a past from the other's mouth; if they didn't take the opportunity to extort a bit, it would be a disservice to the title of Jester.

Even Long Jing, who wanted to be a jester every day, knew how to paint a big pie for Long Wang, let alone Zhen Xin, who knew best how to collect resources.

Sure enough, Zhen Xin, who couldn't stand Cheng Shi's questioning gaze, sighed helplessly and took out another 【Memory】 item from her portable space.

It was a small pinch of something like sand grains.

"Who is extorting whom?

Seeing the object and thinking of the past, this little gadget can restore damaged items; of course, only the phantom, this is a B-grade item used to cherish memories.

I have always believed that grade doesn't represent everything; it has to be used in the right place, and B-grade items can also exert S-grade effects.

But SS is forget it, the difference is too big, there is no comparability."

As she spoke, Zhen Xin sprinkled all the sand grains in her hand, and the azure power of 【Memory】 emerged, wrapping the ashes, and before long, it restored the ashes to their original appearance.

They were a few pieces of clothing and a small wooden plaque.

The clothes were very ordinary, the style was slightly exaggerated, like something an actor would often wear, but that wooden plaque was too unusual, because a line of words was written on it:

The play's eternal jester: Lake.

This was clearly Lake's "work badge"!

This was Lake's grave!?

He died?

Everyone was stunned and frowned one after another.

Cheng Shi's gaze condensed, and he looked at Hu Wei and asked: "How did you discover it?"

Hu Wei smiled mysteriously: "Guess who I ran into here cherishing the memory of this play's jester?"

Looking at the Grand Marshal's expression, the identity of this person must be very "illogical." Zhen Xin's eyes rolled slightly, and she tilted her head to guess: "It couldn't be Mrs. Flode?"

"Even more interesting than her." Hu Wei laughed heartily, "It's Maxford, the jester of Morning Joy!

How about it, surprised, right? I don't know if it's because they are both jesters, but Maxford has some empathy for Lake's encounter, but when I discovered him bypassing the crowd's vision, passing by here anxiously, and casting a strange look at this place, I knew there was a story in this."

"This is no longer a question of a story."

Cheng Shi examined the phantom under his feet and said in a deep voice,

"We have to know first, how did Maxford know about Lake's death?

The play and the Golden House are still looking for people, yet he has already started to pay homage one step ahead.

This makes it hard not to suspect, was Lake's death caused by Morning Joy?"

Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes and asked in confusion: "But Mrs. Flode's wish is to win fair and square, this seems......"

"Not conflicting; she wants to win fair and square, that's right, the problem is, do the people under her think the same?

For example, this Maxford who sneaked here to 'pay homage.'

Before seeing this jester, we can't say whether this is a homage or a silent mockery.

It seems it's time to meet this jester who knows everything in advance." ===== CHAPTER 1265 =====