Chapter 327

Silver flowers on the tree spewed fireworks, while monkeys below beat drums and rang gongs.

The former grain-storage square, once used for soldier drills, had been roughly cleared, and a circle of traveling wagons formed the venue.

Inept bards sang heroic epics filled with dirty jokes, while reckless strongmen performed chest-breaking-with-stones and beauties balancing on their fists. These traveling troupes might be mediocre, but they truly understood what the audience wanted to see.

For most ordinary people bound to the land, those thrilling, unusual, colorful, even slightly dangerous performances were far more entertaining than refined singing or dramatic metaphors.

"Wah-wah, delicious."

"So cool! Miss, you're so beautiful!"

"So dumb! Monkey! Stupid!"

From the moment she entered the venue, Miss Lana kept exclaiming in wonder; Li En, who held her hand to keep her from getting lost, also marveled at the importance of compulsory education—this amnesia had reduced her vocabulary to such simplicity.

Watching the little kid making faces at the monkey, Li En felt a rare sense of healing.

On ordinary days, he actually liked animals very much.

"Smack!"

Smiling, Li En peeled off the rotten banana that had hit his face, suppressing his anger as he gave the monkey making faces the middle finger. He liked animals—but absolutely not wild monkeys.

"Guhah!"

The monkey first shrugged and patted its belly, then, upon meeting Li En's glare, screamed and scrambled up the tree, fleeing with astonishing speed.

Unlike Li Ensu, who once had to battle a mountain of monkeys to recover his camera, under the faint dragon aura Li En had leaked, the little animals had already shown bravery by not immediately wetting themselves.

"Dragon?" At that moment, a rabbit-girl aerialist mid-performance glanced this way unconsciously.

Then she shook her head instinctively—worlds were vast; such encounters were never this easy.

As for why she had joined the circus—posters on the city walls listing wanted criminals told the story.

On the day she first arrived, she helped inept hunters complete their hunts, and simultaneously discovered many lurking "Beasts." Naturally, she went on a massive slaughter—and her old habit returned: the more she killed, the more she craved it.

But some of these "lurking Beasts" still had identities; even if they revealed their true nature after death, Emma, lacking enforcement authority, became a wanted criminal for directly hunting them.

Clearly, local guards and constables had no chance of capturing a Spirit.

But since she wasn't ready to contact the authorities yet, she adopted a new identity—slightly adjusted her "Spirit Body," making herself younger and shorter—and slipped into the traveling circus.

She fit right in, because wandering circuses were inherently a mix of good and bad, filled with petty thieves and even serious criminals.

These drifters brought joy to every town they visited, yet were never not a source of instability.

No matter how she disguised herself, her physique and aura remained unlike ordinary people—yet blending into the wandering circus, where oddities abounded, was effortless.

"Miss Mary? It's your turn."

But now, she'd just keep performing. Honestly, she found it quite interesting.

Jumping around and earning cheers—it wasn't such a bad holiday.

"Coming, coming!" Thus, the cheerful Spirit Lady enjoyed her rare vacation.

After all, it was a rare "investigate and correct" mission. In truth, even without finding Li Ensu, Emma had already guessed what had happened.

Since they'd meet eventually, why not delay it a little longer and enjoy more time?

"Boss, what if I do a new act during my aerial performance—hang upside down and shoot arrows with my feet? It'd surely become a popular new act." When it came to stunts, perhaps the Spirit's upper limit was higher.

The circus was better than expected—Li En hadn't thought such variety existed in this weary world.

Though not as diverse as after the information explosion of another world, the performers' foundational skills were high; by another world's standards, each one was a superhuman—or even a demon.

Horseback riding on fists, dancing on piano wires—these were routine circus acts. Magic and illusion performances hadn't faded due to the existence of magic; instead, under intense competition, they had grown even stranger.

These performances generally carried a hint of shock and violence—perhaps because, in any era, audiences had always loved such things.

"Whoa, I've never seen anything like this."