In the brown wooden box, on top of which was a thin gilded letter, Duran took it out and took it under the campfire, revealing that it was an invitation to the Circus of Despair prompted by the contract assistance system. The invitation seemed to be the key to accomplishing this task, and Duran did not dare to be careless and carefully put it away.

In addition to the invitation to the circus, this time the Supreme Council gave a surprisingly large number of supplies, although the quality may not be very good, but at least the quantity seems to be considerable.

A green apple, a piece of dice that were blurred on all six sides, and a long bunch of keys that I don't know what to do with.

[Green Apple of the Barrow Plane]: Can greatly increase the will of the contractor within 3 minutes

[Destiny Dice]: When you're stuck in confusion, it might be able to help you a little

[Brass Key*n]: Some strange keys that may not come in handy.

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In the previous two battles, Duran already knew about the style of the Supreme Council, and the supplies they gave were sometimes a little stingy, but they could all have a good effect in the battle - Duran estimated that if he was unlucky, he would be killed by Veron - at this time, the fate twin dolls given by the Supreme Council would have to come in handy. It's just an unexpected coincidence that allowed him to survive, and the use of the life-saving prop of the Destiny Twin Doll was postponed by Duran. Of course, Duran hoped that he would never have the opportunity to use this item, after all, death is so terrible, who knows if this thing will have any effect?

The role of the green apple is not surprising to Duran, the village of bones is full of resentful spirits and evil things, and the will is the most useful weapon in battle. If Duran's will was high enough, he wouldn't have fallen for the other party's fear technique when he saw the headless girl before—if it weren't for Anna's kindness, Duran would probably suffer a big loss. The mission is called Circus of Despair, and it makes people feel creepy when they hear it, and there are so many people in a place like the circus that Duran may face a large number of ghosts as soon as he walks in, or some powerful ghost who is good at using psychedelic magic - this is when the green apple may come in handy.

As for the Brass Key and the Dice of Destiny, Duran was convinced that since the Supreme Council had given them to the Contractors, they must have their own uses. After studying the supplies, the effects of the healing ointment and stamina potion were almost there, although the fact that he couldn't complete the third task in his heyday made Duran feel a little frightened, but it was better than being chased by a group of hateful shadow beasts in the dark labyrinth, right?

However, when he saw the circus address given in the contract assistance system, he immediately felt a little big.

"Trouble so soon?" Duran pouted, the Supreme Council really wouldn't arrange a simple task.

[Tip 1: The address of the performance theater where the circus is located is at 6 and 3/4 of 3rd Street, please find your own way]

This address is obviously a bit ridiculous, where is the house number still six and three-quarters of the way to say? Duran immediately felt that there must be a mystery hidden in it. But standing by the campfire like this, he obviously couldn't find the reason, so he looked at the street signs, and turned from the intersection in the direction of No. 3 Street.

The Village of Bones is almost a small town in terms of size, and Duran even thinks that this village is much bigger than Baisha Town. At least the theater is such an entertainment place, far from what the toiling people living in the dark Tertiary can imagine. The fog in the streets was still thick and dense, but Duran wasn't as scared as he had been when he first arrived—once and twice as ripe, though there were still strange whispers in his ears, and the buildings of height and height were jagged behind the thick fog, and the occasional peek was as hideous as the minions of demons or evil spirits. But Duran had already learned to turn a blind eye, and it was evident from the text on the Evil Pact that suggested that the Contractor would not be harmed when he arrived at the scene where the mission was completed.

He also noticed a strange phenomenon, the dense fog on the street seemed to flutter flexibly, and when Duran walked there, part of the dense fog around him would be dispelled, and the vision ahead would become more wide.

Tonight's Village of Bones is a bit unusual, it is pitch black in the past, and Duran needs the unquenchable braziers on both sides of the street to light up the road as he walks down the street. Tonight, however, a faint white light shone through the clouds of the village, and Duran squinted his eyes to the fullest, as if he saw a bright moon in the sky. The shape of this moon is quite similar to the first moon on the continent of Fernan, Fanya, which makes the long-standing doubts in Duran's heart spring up again.

What kind of place is the Wicked Lands? Is it just a lower plane next to the Fernan? If so, what is the Supreme Council? Why did they let the Contractor come to the Wicked Lands to complete the mission? Why can there only be one contractor in a universe? If you want to, can you communicate with contractors from other universes?

These doubts filled Duran's mind, and he saw many signs of the contractor's activity in the evil shop, where they kept their loot for others to buy. Duran's authority does not seem to be enough, so he can only buy and not sell, but through a cursory browsing, he can confirm the fact that all the contractors seem to come from a magical world, and the universe or plane they are in may be different, but they are all worlds dominated by magical civilizations. And the world of technological civilization where Duran used to be located seems to have no connection with the evil contract and the Fernand continent.

"Even the gods may not be able to understand all this, right?" Duran tapped his temple with a headache and added in his heart: Probably only the all-knowing and all-powerful God of Sivi could explain it clearly.

It's a pity that all kinds of signs indicate that Xiwei has long left this world, and even the gods are only the only remaining March and some existences whose divine power is not very powerful. The Lord of the Dawn is resting in the kingdom of God, the god of witches is suspected of falling, the mother of Othur is occupied by ambition, and the most powerful on the continent is actually a god of an alien race.

"The Dragon of the End! Maybe he's the one who can give me the answer. Duran clenched his fists firmly, now going to find the Dragon of Doom is undoubtedly looking for death, only by making himself stronger and stronger, and one day standing at the same height as him, maybe the two of them can talk peacefully.

Before you know it, Duran has walked to the top of No. 3 Street, which is actually just a road that is not too wide. The road is lined with sparse buildings, and from a distance it looks like a flower bed, but at this time it has long been barren and has become a desolate and withered land.

"No. 6 on No. 3 Street is a ready-to-wear store." Duran looked at the sign of the hut and continued to walk forward.

On the left hand side of the street ahead was a fountain that had been silent for a long time, and a few pieces of ancient obsidian were scattered on the ground, and Duran glanced at it, and through the slightly thin mist, he saw that the pool was still full of water, but the water quality looked rather bad.

He continued to move forward, and on his right hand was a huge earthen wall with random graffiti painted on it, and Duran walked briskly, and when he reached the end of the earthen wall, the building on his right hand surprised him a little.

"It's not like a theater in such a small house." Duran took a deep breath and walked towards the room, and when he saw the door number hanging on the house, Duran's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of playfulness.

I saw that the door number read: [No. 7 No. 3 Street, Forrest Gump's pet store]

No. 6 on No. 3 Street is a ready-to-wear store, No. 7 is a pet store, and between No. 6 and No. 7 is a wide wall painted with countless graffiti.

The invitation to Circus of Despair clearly states the address, and the time of the show is very clear: 19:30.

When he was looking for Third Street, Duran once glanced through the floor-to-ceiling window of a watch shop, and many of the clocks in it all showed the time around 19:12, and now it took about six or seven minutes to walk all the way, that is, about 19:20.

The circus show is still ten minutes away, and if you don't find the entrance to the circus, you don't know what will happen.

Duran retreated to the wall, and he gently stroked the graffiti wall with his hand, but the cold touch from his fingertips and palms told him that it was a real wall, and that it was a fantasy to want to pass through it.

"Is it the three-quarter number?" Duran took a few steps back and took in the entire graffiti wall, and as the minutes ticked by, he seemed to notice something.

Duran's index finger tapped lightly on his right temple, and his thoughts diverged: if the graffiti wall were to be cut into quarters, there would be no flaws in the quarters, whether left or right. However, when he looked to the other side, a quarter to the left, the other side of the most likely position of six and three-quarters, a silent fountain stood silently.

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