The two of them cried bitterly through the window, without saying a word.
Frode could clearly see that Lake had the answer. She leaned weakly against the window, her crying expression more complicated than Lake's.
She kept growling and banging on the table:
"Why, why do you do this to me, why do you do this to Maxford, why is it really Ximu!
I just love this art, what's wrong with me!
Why does fate punish me like this? "
Mrs. Frode cried heart-wrenchingly. She was grateful for the kindness of her old boss and could not make a decision, but she was unwilling to see Maxford die tragically.
Lake saw the other party's struggle and entanglement. After a long time, he took a deep breath, stopped his sadness, and said solemnly to Mrs. Frode word by word:
"Mrs. Frode...it may sound selfish to say this, but Ximu is my home, and it was once your home. It cannot fall...at least it cannot fall because of Fate's mistakes and be nailed to the pillar of shame for circus art!"
Frode was extremely angry. She said in a fierce voice:
“What about Maxford? Did he die in vain?
What should Chen Xi do?
What about those actors who have worked so hard and diligently to learn acting in pursuit of the pinnacle of art?!
Do they deserve it?!"
Lake lowered his head and hummed:
“No, none of them deserved it, they deserved to win.
Ximu's failure was caused by Fate, and he should bear everything, but Ximu is innocent.
Mrs. Frode, I have a way to solve all this, provided that... please, I really beg you, let Ximu go.
I can't watch Ximu fall like this. Even if it loses to Chenxi and only deserves to be second, it really can't fall in shame!"
After hearing this, Frode sneered:
"Second? Chenxi's clown is dead! Your leader killed him personally!
What qualifications does Chen Xi have to compete for the first place? Do I have to make a comeback and stand on the stage again?
Yes, I was once glorious, but it is also true that I have been away from the stage for a long time and am not as good as you.
Chenxi is not Ximu, we cannot accept an unclear victory.
Even if you want to let me go, I won't agree.
Maxford is dead, and I can't let another clown who is dedicated to art die on the stage again.
I will inform the royal family of all this. Fate deserves to pay with his life.
As for Xi Mu... history will give Xi Mu an identity. Whether it's good or bad, let future generations decide. If you want to blame someone, blame you for electing a leader who kills without blinking an eye!
Having said that, Frode turned and left.
Kelake grabbed her and pleaded with a look of pleading on his face. He begged:
"No, Chenxi will win, and win fairly.
Please listen to me.
Maxford was not wrong, he should not have missed this circus feast. It was Fate, Ximu, and... me who were wrong!
Fate can pay with his life, and so can I. I just hope Ximu won't collapse.
Mrs. Frod, I have a plan to bring Maxford back to the stage, but only if you spare Ximu."
"You can resurrect him!?" Frod was extremely surprised.
"I'm sorry, I can't..."
"Are you kidding me!?"
“No, you misunderstood me. What I meant was… I will play Maxford and complete the final performance of Morning Hee.
And Lake...the coward will disappear because of his cowardice, causing Ximu to lose the show.
Would a disgraced clown calm your anger and allow you to let Ximu go?"
"You!?" Mrs. Frode's eyes widened in disbelief. "...What did you say!?"
"Please, this is the last resort I can come up with.
I know Fate. If Bai Nian Xi Mu loses to Chen Xi, as the leader, he will definitely commit suicide with his failure.
We will pay for Maxford's death...
Can you accept such an ending?"
Frod looked shocked and soon began to struggle again.
Considering Chenxi's honor and his origins in Ximu, this seems to be the best way. There is no better way to have the best of both worlds.
Fate’s mistake should not be paid for by the entire drama.
After thinking for a long time, Frod's expression changed several times, but he finally agreed, both for Ximu and Chenxi.
"But if you do that, your reputation..."
"Oh, I don't deserve any reputation. I misjudged someone, so naturally I should pay the price for it.
Please wait for me for a while, Mrs. Frode, until I say goodbye to this place. I will become the new clown of Chenxi...
The dead cannot be resurrected, so if he can win this battle, it may be a consolation for Maxford.
I'm sorry for him."
That night, Lake made an agreement with Frode. The next day, in order to confirm the situation, Lake disguised himself as other actors, met Fate by chance, and mentioned the pair of boots that were burned by fire.
Fate laughed and said that the boots were lost, probably stolen by tourists.
At that moment, Lake felt hopeless.
He looked at this friend who had accompanied him, encouraged him, and fought together for more than ten years, and the more he looked at him, the more unfamiliar he felt.
That night, he packed some clothes and left this sad place.
Lake told everything silently. No one expected this to happen.
He came here to play Maxford out of disappointment with Ximu and to compensate Chenxi?
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