socalfunplaces Chapter 25 The Circus
Chapter 25 The Circus
Lorne has been trying to find clues about the word "Antigonus" for the past few days.
However, there was no relevant record in any book. Undeterred, he consulted almost every history book related to the Quaternary period, but still found nothing.
"It seems impossible to find relevant information from publicly available data," Lorne sighed.
Recently, in addition to searching for information about "Antigonus", he has also been looking for a way to identify potion recipes.
Although he had already used divination to verify it, he was still somewhat uneasy.
Firstly, his own divination skills are only at a beginner level, and he still has a certain degree of doubt about his own abilities.
Secondly, a poorly made potion recipe can be fatal.
It's best to be cautious about these things. He doesn't want to get in trouble with the authorities over this.
Although Lorne subconsciously believed in the authenticity of those potion recipes.
But caution is always the best policy, and he has seen many examples of companies failing due to a lack of quality control.
For safety reasons, he always kept that notebook in his bag and carried it with him.
The reason for the appraisal was to sell the formula for money. But two days passed, and he still had no clue. Events like the Extraordinary Gathering usually involve experienced members mentoring newcomers.
You can only join if you find a suitable intermediary to guide you. Therefore, it is very unfriendly to newcomers without connections.
That's why Lorne thought it was a miracle that the original owner was able to buy the correct formula and the correct materials.
Lorne could somewhat understand why it took this form. From his observations, the official authorities of this world strongly opposed ordinary people coming into contact with the supernatural.
There is a chasm between the extraordinary and the ordinary, as can be seen from the fact that the extraordinary is completely omitted from ordinary history books.
Lorne could understand the authorities' desire to control extraordinary powers, but unfortunately, as a transmigrator, he was born into an opposing camp to the official church.
It's obvious that the official attitude towards wild extraordinary individuals is definitely not good.
"This might be one of the reasons why the time travel guide says it's not feasible from the official perspective," Lorne thought to himself.
Lorne, who was strolling along the roadside, eventually came to a relatively open space, but unexpectedly, the surroundings became more and more lively.
Feeling the noise around him, Lorne snapped out of his thoughts.
"Is this a circus?"
Looking at the several huge tents and the occasional noise coming from them, along with the large number of tourists around, Lorne was certain that this was a circus.
"It's very much in line with the entertainment of this era."
In an era without television, radio, or movies, watching a circus performance was considered the pinnacle of entertainment for ordinary people, which explains the large crowds.
Not all of them will buy tickets to see the circus, but experiencing the atmosphere is still worthwhile.
"Clang clang—!"
Lorne turned around and saw a tall, thin figure leaning against a lamppost, with pointed leather shoes peeking out from under striped trousers, tossing and catching three bright red apples.
His shoes seemed to have springs, and he hopped and skipped towards Lorne.
Three red apples rolled from his sleeve into his palm, and at first it was just a simple tossing and catching.
After tossing the apple twice, the clown suddenly threw it towards the lamppost and somersaulted underneath. He caught the apple on his nose as it fell, while the other two hit the upturned toes of his shoes and bounced back into his hand.
Watching the other person's performance, Lorne was slightly stunned and revealed an appreciative expression.
I must say, it's quite impressive. Even Lorne, who is an extraordinary being, is ashamed of his physical coordination.
"Clap clap clap!"
Seeing how hard the other party was performing, Lorne didn't hold back his applause; he even considered whether to toss a few coins as a reward.
Seeing this, the clown grinned again and pointed towards the circus. His expression seemed to say, "Come see our circus performance! There's even more exciting stuff inside the tent!"
This piqued Lorne's interest. He had never seen a circus before, and since his transmigration, he had been in a tense mental state and had never relaxed.
"It's fate that we met, let's go take a look." With that, Lorne ran to the ticket booth and bought a ticket for two soules.
As soon as Lorne entered the theater tent, he found that the interior space was larger than he had imagined, almost the size of his old school auditorium. Before he could even take two steps, he heard a burst of cheers.
"Roar"
An animal trainer, holding a whip, is commanding a lion to run in circles on the stage.
"Wow, the legendary fire-jumping ring, though there's no fire involved."
Seeing that the performance suited his taste, he quickly walked forward and found a seat in the front row.
Snap! With the trainer's whip, the lion clumsily somersaulted again.
Then the clowns came on stage to perform, doing backflips and throwing balls.
He also saw the person who had performed for him earlier from outside the venue.
Some clowns even deliberately made mistakes for the sake of the show, slipping during backflips and knocking down several other clowns along with them.
The comical scene made the audience burst into laughter.
At that moment, a figure appeared in the center of the stage.
The magician, dressed in a tailcoat, a pink bow tie, and a tall top hat.
He snapped his fingers as soon as he came on stage, and a stream of flames rose from his sleeves, immediately drawing cheers and applause from the audience.
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Inside the circus's dressing room
Several clowns were removing their makeup while complaining to the magician, "Boss, when can we go back?"
The magician stopped adjusting his suit, glanced at the clown, and said, "It should be over by the end of next month."
"Ugh! It's going to take so long," the clown complained.
"You should be grateful you got such a safe mission, and you're still complaining."
"But I feel that this is more tiring than my usual field work, and I also have to deliberately embarrass myself, which puts me under tremendous mental stress."
The magician turned his head away and ignored him.
"By the way, why does the society send different teams to perform every year?" another clown asked.
"You've experienced the digestion process of potions, haven't you?" the magician said matter-of-factly.
"Then why come to this city in particular? If it's to avoid official scrutiny and deliberately avoid big cities, there are other smaller cities that would be more suitable."
This question stumped the magician. After pondering for a moment, he replied, "Perhaps it's just a custom. Who knows what those in power are thinking?"
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"Lord King of Spades, the clones of Amon that were mixed in with several special operations teams have been eliminated."
Here is the information you need.
"Thank you for your hard work. Just put it on the table."
After his subordinates left, the man known as the King of Spades picked up the documents in front of him, glanced at them, and then muttered to himself.
"1349 was a year of special significance."
"It was also a year He had been constantly talking about."
"interesting!"
Looking at the documents in front of him, the King of Spades reached out and conjured a monocle out of thin air, putting it on his right eye.