Chapter 1265: Jester vs. Jester

Jester vs. Jester

Although the style of Morning Joy Circus was sufficiently flamboyant and trendy, the jester's tent was quite low-key.

The place where Maxford lived was somewhat similar to Lake's residence, both in a corner far from the rest area. When everyone arrived, there was no one in the tent.

The Grand Marshal couldn't stand the slow investigation, and seeing no one, he went outside to grab someone. Before leaving, Cheng Shi asked him how he knew those trivial family history stories of Mrs. Flode. Hu Wei threw out two diaries and smiled:

"It's all written in here, Flode's own handwriting.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen this troupe leader today; I'll go for another turn outside to see if I can bring both of them back."

The Grand Marshal left in a hurry. Cheng Shi opened the diary and examined it carefully; everything Zhang Jizu had just said was indeed from this.

There was no other content in the diary, and it seemed to have lost its value.

But sometimes words are so magical; clearly the same story, the meaning of what is written on paper and what is conveyed by others is vastly different.

For example, when Flode wrote about discovering Maxford's jester talent for the first time, her brushstrokes became forceful and flamboyant; just by looking at the words on the paper, one could feel her excitement and happiness.

But gradually, the brushstrokes related to Maxford became increasingly sloppy, broken, and even began to trace the same stroke repeatedly.

It's not hard to imagine that Flode seemed to have experienced a period of entanglement and struggle, but after that period, the subsequent handwriting related to Maxford became upright, serious, and gentle.

These brushstrokes were enough to tell a story, but the reason Cheng Shi was certain that this story must have happened wasn't just these, but more so the length.

The space related to the circus became less and less, and the space related to Maxford became more and more.

Clearly, who was heavier in Mrs. Flode's heart, there was no need to say more.

These trivial matters might be useless for the current trial, but they vividly showed him how a predecessor survived the struggle in her heart while cultivating a junior, and reached a compromise with herself.

But this story had no ending; everything came to an abrupt end two days ago.

Mrs. Flode's last diary entry was frozen two days ago; although she didn't record it every day, the end of that diary entry was clearly much more hurried.

She recorded the conversation with Maxford that day, promising to give the other an answer after the final showdown, but the content of the answer hadn't been written yet, and a long brushstroke crossed half a page, even tearing through a few pages, leaving a ferocious period for this diary entry.

Something happened!

Anyone could see that Mrs. Flode, who was writing the diary, must have received some shocking news, so much so that she ended the record hastily, threw down the diary, and left the room.

Cheng Shi was too curious; he handed the diary to Zhen Xin, wanting the wealthy magician to think of a way to see if she could restore the scene at that time.

Zhen Xin was also curious, but she didn't run an item shop, and her means weren't endless.

She shook her head, indicating there was no way.

Cheng Shi looked at Zhang Jizu again; Old Zhang closed his eyes, pretending not to see.

Anyway, the other party couldn't tell if his eyes were closed or not.

"Tsk, Old Zhang, Old Zhang, you really have changed."

Seeing the diary clue interrupted, Cheng Shi looked at Zhen Xin helplessly. This look made the two swindlers think of the same thing:

Why did Long Jing come, and not Long Wang?

Both are of the Long generation, how can the difference be so big?

Besides being a jester, what else is Long Jing good for?

"Achoo!"

Long Jing, who had left the main force to search for clues alone, suddenly sneezed. He didn't know this was someone bad-mouthing him, only thinking that he felt it, and he was about to find a clue.

And then he bumped into Poison, who was also hidden in the dark!

When Poison, as an assassin, sensed someone following Cheng Shi with "ill intent," she chose a quiet place and intercepted the other.

Looking at this strange face in front of her, Poison frowned, then smiled lightly and said:

"Forget it, no matter who you are, if you want to make a move on the little priest, you have a reason to die.

This should...... count as my desire, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Dance with Me broke the silence, split the air, and stabbed straight in front of "Su Yi Da."

"!!??"

Long Jing was dumbfounded.

When Cheng Shi let him continue to act as "Su Yi Da" and hide outside, he didn't say he had to fight an evil sin!

Why is Poison also in this game!?

The Grand Marshal's efficiency was extremely high. While Cheng Shi and the three were still mocking each other for not even having a 【Memory】 item, he had already brought Maxford back to the tent.

He threw this jester, who was covered in full makeup, onto the ground and shook his head:

"Unfortunately, one step too late.

Flode has entered the palace; there seems to be a special royal performance today, and she rushed to coordinate the relationship.

Didn't find her, only found the jester.

Rest assured, no extra influence was caused; the jester was just rehearsing behind the scenes, and there won't be his performance later.

The strange thing is, I've checked the performance program list of the venue, and recently the jester's performance has been removed, which has caused complaints from many audiences.

When there are enough coincidences, it can no longer be called a coincidence, but a suspicious point. If you say the jester doesn't know something, I'm afraid no one will believe it, right?"

Hu Wei threw the jester aside and sat on the side waiting for the result.

He knew that in front of these three, the other party couldn't hide anything at all.

The three people, full of curiosity, surrounded him simultaneously, forcing Maxford into a corner.

Fortunately, Maxford, as an "NPC," couldn't realize what these three swindlers in front of him meant at all, so besides being a bit panicked, he wasn't very afraid.

After all, he couldn't imagine anyone daring to make a move on him on Morning Joy's turf, especially today with a royal performance.

Who on this land could withstand the royal family's anger?

No one.

So he felt he was safe.

Maxford was forced into a corner and asked uneasily: "Who are you?"

Cheng Shi answered casually: "Golden House; Mr. Maxford should have heard of us."

Maxford was stunned, disbelieving:

"You are Black's people?

But isn't he a fan of the play...... troupe, why would he send you here to find trouble with me?"

Cheng Shi smiled friendly, squatted down, and approached the other:

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Jester; we didn't come to find trouble, but to investigate some things.

Someone entrusted us to find a person, we have no clue, so we came to ask if you have any clues."

Maxford's face changed significantly; although he tried his best to remain calm, those four pairs of eyes in front of him, one pair counted as one, were sharper than eagle eyes.

They keenly discovered that the jester's facial muscles were a bit stiff, which showed that the other party had already guessed who they wanted to find.

Cheng Shi smiled and continued to ask:

"It seems Mr. Maxford really knows something, then let's chat, chat about what you know."

The jester hid in the corner, pitiful and helpless. He shook his head and insisted:

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Cheng Shi was happy.

"You might have misunderstood one thing: we originally had more convenient means to verify everything, and the reason we didn't do so was out of respect for...... the jester.

But if Mr. Maxford doesn't know what's good for him, then don't blame us for using methods."

As he spoke, Cheng Shi stood up and waved:

"Come, release Old Zhang."

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