The dark clouds in the sky swam freely, covering the moon from time to time, just like when performing the circus just now. The night owls cried throughout the forest, and even the people in the town heard the shrill cry of music, such as fear of the unknown and dissatisfaction with themselves who could only walk at night to find prey.

The night owl aimed at a few preys, but all of them were gone. It flew back to the branches in despair, screamed a few more times, and then took a nap with half-squinted eyes.

Gotland lay on his comfortable bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and occasionally covered his head with a quilt, trying to temporarily isolate himself from the outside world. But the terrifying night owl cry in his heart still ran in his ears.

He didn't know what he was afraid of. Maybe he knew his fear, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment. After all, it is difficult for a person who always stays first to admit that others are more popular than himself. Once this person appears, he will feel extremely lost and fear.

This night, Gotland seemed to have had many nightmares, but after waking up, I remember nothing. Before I knew it, the morning came, Gotland opened his confused eyes and felt like he hadn't had enough sleep.

But he still got up from the bed and dressed up again, especially tied up his newly bought bow tie for Christmas, which cost him twice the performance fee.

After looking in the mirror and feeling satisfied with himself, he hurried to the bakery. The moment he saw Roberts at the door of the bakery, his mood seemed to be ignited instantly. With a burning passion, he broke in.

"Robs..." He was about to say hello when he saw his beloved girl holding another man's hand.

In an instant, the blood seemed to be solidifying on his head. He heard the sound of shattering like ice cracks in his heart. The fragments seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, unable to melt, falling into his internal organs, piercing his body.

He felt that time seemed to have stopped, and the air was mourning his innocent and flawless love. A few geese flew by in the sky above the street, as if the cry of mourn was also prepared for him.

He stood there in pain, looking carefully at the man next to Roberts.

The man was wearing a high-end coat, a gentleman's hat, and a pair of high-end crutches. He had a noble face and a red face. He looked like he was about forty years old. Roberts called him Mr. Dahl.

He looked at himself again, and his clothes were pretty decent, and his shirt was still brand-name. He was much younger than that man. He thought he was much more attractive than Mr. Dal.

Thinking of this, his heart didn't hurt so much again. He thought, he should have a chance.

He walked to Roberts without hesitation, and Roberts and Mr. Dahl looked at him in shock.

Before Robs spoke, Gotland stared into her eyes and said, "Hello, I will introduce myself officially today. My name is Gotland. I am the most famous clown actor in Modo."

The two people on the opposite side had even more shocked expressions.

Mr. Dahl was about to speak, but Gotland stopped him and said, "Old sir, it is me who speaks with Miss Roberts. Please don't interrupt."

Mr. Dahl tilted his head and whispered to himself: "Old sir? Am I so old?" Then he closed his mouth and smiled politely at Gotland, folded his hands together, and stood aside to watch their conversation.

Miss Roberts' expression gradually became clear from surprise. She did not put down her hand holding Mr. Dahl,

Ran pulled it tightly, and pointed his other hand at Gotland and said, "So you are the clown Mr. Gotland that day!"

"Yes, it's me." Gotland smiled sweetly.

"Thank you very much that day. My sister likes your show very much. If I don't mind, I'll give you the money now." Roberts took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Gotland. "The whole ticket for my sister and I."

"No need for this, Miss Roberts, I volunteered to help you that day. Please take the money back." Gotland waved his hand quickly.

At this time, Mr. Dahl took the banknotes in Roberts's hand and handed them to Gotland: "Hold it, young man. Actually, it should be considered as my payment to you."

Gotland understood everything at this moment, and Mr. Dahl gave her some money in pursuit of Roberts.

He looked at Roberts again, wearing a brand new light pink dress with a circle of pearls embroidered on his chest. Even the work apron outside was brand new.

Looking at Roberts' face again, this beautiful little face is no longer as plain as yesterday, but is covered with a light layer of powder, exuding a refreshing fragrance of roses. It looks like a precious cosmetic product, and it has made her face look white and flawless, radiant like a peeled egg.

Gotland thought to himself: Oh no, these clothes and cosmetics must have been bought by Mr. Dahl for her. Judging from Mr. Dahl's pursuit speed, I'm afraid that before I could catch up with Miss Roberts, Mr. Dahl would marry her home as his second wife.

He was anxious in his heart, but couldn't think of any better way, and his heart was already in chaos.

He cleared his throat and faced Roberts, and said seriously: "Miss Roberts, if you don't mind, can you go shopping with me today? I'll ask for leave from the bakery owner for you." He was so anxious that he immediately told what he wanted to say in his heart.

"But it's really inconvenient for us to take leave. If I take leave for shopping today, the boss will fire me. Mr. Gotland, thank you for your kindness. You go back first, and I will talk to Mr. Dahl for a while." Robs looked apologetically in his eyes and bowed slightly to Gotland.

"Okay, I'll ask you again tomorrow. Do you have time tomorrow?" Gotland remained unyielding.

"I have to work tomorrow too. I have to work from Monday to Saturday. I can only have a holiday on Sunday, but Mr. Dahl has made an appointment with me to take my sister and I to the playground to play on Sunday." Roberts' tone was even more apologetic, "Mr. Gotland, I'm so sorry."

"What about next weekend?" Gotland continued.

"I don't know if there is time next weekend. Let's discuss it later." Roberts said with some anxiety, "I really can't talk with you anymore. I have to set aside time to talk to Mr. Dahl, you can go quickly."

At this time, Roberts was actually already rushing Gotland, but his tone was not that tough. Gotland vaguely felt that Roberts issued another order to expel the guest, so he stopped entanglement and walked out of the bakery in disappointment.

He thought to himself: I obviously like you so much, I clearly help you and your sister to watch circus performances, and I am so young, not only rich but also famous, why do you like the owner of the manor who is nearly forty years old?

Gotland was very depressed at this time. He looked at the pedestrians and carriages coming and going outside, and his busy figures crossed.

As he walked, everyone had his own clear purpose and pursuit, but his relationship was blocked and his work was in crisis.

The fear spread unconsciously. He seemed to see a huge black net in front of him attracting him. The black net seemed to be filled with the light of fame, fortune and love, tempting him to walk in that direction. But he seemed to have to put in great strength to move towards the light. If he was not careful, he would go to the black net and be tightly stuck.

The evening performance was held as scheduled. The large circus tent was set up, and the lighting gurus was busy inside for a while, and the lights were immediately brightly lit.

At this time, the backstage also began to be busy. Various props, horses and lions were also preparing.

Gotland walked slowly backstage, and he forced himself to comfort himself in his heart: Even if the magician's performance is popular, after all, I have been popular for a few years, and the audience will not forget me. As long as I can continue to perform like this, the audience will pay attention to me again.

Just as he walked to the backstage and had not yet reached the front of the makeup table, the horse trainer came over and called him: "Gotrand, the leader of the group is looking for you."

"What did the leader ask me for?" Gotland was puzzled, his eyebrows twisted in a ball, "Is it not that my waist would give me a raise, or would I increase my performance time?"

The horse trainer shook his head: "I'm afraid that's not the case. You'd better ask him. He felt his face was very serious."

Gotland's heart skipped a beat and his mind became even more confused. He tried his best to suppress his random thoughts and tried to calm himself down. After taking a sip of water, he walked to the commander's office uneasy: "Captain, what's the matter with me?"

The leader walked slowly on the ground with the documents in his hand, thinking for a while, and then said to him: "Gotrand, you also know that our performance time every night is fixed and cannot be extended. Otherwise, the audience will have opinions about us."

"I know, Mr. Leader. So, do you have any arrangements?"

"Well, that's it. Mr. Shushu's program seems to be more popular, so we want to extend the time of magic performances. Programs like horse training and tightrope walking are also essential, so..."

"So you want to delete my show?" Gotland's tone suddenly became excited. He trembled with his hands, sat upright, and stared at the leader alertly.

"It's not all like this, don't be nervous." The leader tried to comfort Gotland. "I won't shorten your show too much, after all, you used to be our pillar."

It was once our pillar... This sentence flashed countless times in Gotland's mind. Is it already there... Mr. Shushu's program is more popular. Yes, the magic performance is so novel, everyone will definitely like to watch it.

"So, leader, how do you plan to arrange my program?" When Gotland said this, he felt that his voice was not his own. His mood had already fallen to the trough, and he was breathing in the abyss.

"As for your program," the leader said while knocking his finger, "I talked to the director and decided to cancel your Air Flying Show, extend Mr. Shushu's magic time, and directly use Magic as the finale. Anyway, everyone is not very interested in Air Flying Show, and they always have those actions, so they are too tired to watch."

As if there was lightning above the head, this news was the greatest humiliation Gotland had ever suffered in his life.
Chapter completed!