Chapter 327

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

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

A clumsy minstrel sang heroic epics filled with bawdy jokes, while a reckless strongman performed chest-breaking with stones and had a beauty on his fist. These traveling troupes might be mediocre, but they knew exactly what the audience wanted to see.

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

“Wah wah, delicious.”

“So cool! The young lady is so beautiful!”

“So dumb! Monkey! Stupid!”

From the moment Laina entered the venue, she kept exclaiming in all sorts of ways; 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.

“Slap!”

Smiling, Li En took the rotten banana that had hit his face and suppressed his anger, giving the monkey making faces the middle finger. He liked animals—but definitely 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 fight a mountain of monkeys to reclaim his camera, under the faint dragon aura Li En had leaked, the small animals had already shown bravery by not immediately soil themselves.

“Dragon?” At that moment, a rabbit-girl aerialist performing mid-air acrobatics unconsciously glanced over.

Then she shook her head instinctively—there were so many places in the world; such encounters were far too unlikely.

As for why she ended up in the circus—every wanted poster on the city walls was the answer.

On the day she entered, she helped clumsy hunters complete their hunts, and simultaneously discovered many lurking “beasts.” Naturally, she went on a massacre—and her old habit kicked in: the more she killed, the more she craved it.

But some of these “lurking beasts” were still people with identities; even if they revealed their true nature after death, Emma, lacking law enforcement authority, became a wanted criminal for directly hunting them.

Clearly, the local garrison commanders and constables had no chance of capturing a spirit.

But since she wasn’t ready to contact officialdom yet, she adopted a new identity—slightly adjusted her “Spirit Body” to appear younger and shorter—and slipped into the traveling circus.

She fit in perfectly, for 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 anything less than sources of instability.

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

“Miss Mary? It’s your turn.”

But now, she’d just keep performing—truthfully, 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 perform my aerial act by hanging upside down and shooting arrows with my feet? It’d surely become a popular new act.” When it came to stunts, perhaps the spirit’s limits were higher.

The circus was better than expected—Li En hadn’t imagined such variety in this dull 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.

Walking horses on fists, dancing on piano wires—these were routine circus acts. Magic and trickery performances hadn’t faded due to the existence of magic; instead, under intense competition, they’d grown even stranger.

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

“Damn, I’ve never seen anything like this.”