“Abbot, you’re not dead?"
“That’s great! That’s wonderful!"
“Hold on, someone in the room was screaming for help just now. Who was it?”
To protect Fred’s reputation, the old abbot told a white lie and explained, “I was talking to Fred in his room, but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep there. Fred didn’t have a place to sleep, so he went to my room to rest. Who would have known that this would happen! Sigh...”
He did not tell everyone that Fred had started the fire for money and caused his own death in the end. The old abbot was kind.
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