"Miss Pis, the circus you want to see has brought in, and now let them start the show?" said the knight of Angsai, standing at the table, politely inquiring about the lady's wishes.

It was a woman in a purple dress with long black curly hair, and although she couldn't tell her height when she was sitting, she seemed to be relatively small from the skeleton. Very full breasts, like two plump coconuts held up by a tight whalebone corset, are about to emerge under the lace-embroidered neckline. A large ruby pendant half-hidden in a deep ditch, even if only a small part of it was exposed, was enough to attract Deirlando's attention.

The circus people paused at the sight of the woman, and Radhardu almost began to drool, and Domon and Dan gasped, as if they were stunned by the beauty in front of them. Although Zoya's face did not change, there was a little more appreciation in her eyes. Only Fayle is okay and continues to look indifferent, but this person's emotions are usually not obvious, and it is difficult to say whether he is fascinated.

Diarrando looked at the woman more closely, it was somewhat similar to the portrait on the ship, but the one in front of him was obviously much older. Although the well-maintained snow-white skin does not show the slightest trace of age, there is already wind and frost in the eyes of two very different colors. With plump cheeks, a noble forehead, and a moving posture, she can't help but say that she is an attractive woman, but it definitely not to the point of seducing all beings.

At this moment, Dearrando was really curious about what kind of beautiful woman he saw in the eyes of others.

The black-haired woman sitting on it did not speak, but gestured to the person next to her with her hand that was not holding a wine glass, and the girl with gray and blue eyes next to her spoke on behalf of her master, and said softly: "The master wants to see the clown show." ”

Everyone else stepped aside and stood aside, and Dan, dressed in a strange contrasting loose robe, stepped forward and pulled out all kinds of balls and colored sticks from the wide pockets of his clothes. Every time I took out one and threw it into the sky, and so on, there were thirteen or four colorful things flying in the sky.

Dan's flexible hands constantly adjust the rhythm of the throwing, so that the items are classified or divided into different colors to spin and fly in the sky, which is very beautiful. Domon, who was watching, suddenly threw out a cylinder painted in a multicolored color and made it roll towards Dan. Dan didn't seem to notice, and was slammed into the cylinder, falling to the sky.

The curious people around him let out a small exclamation, thinking that the performance was going to smash, but Dan twisted and stretched his arm with incredible flexibility, and continued to complete the throwing of the object in the position of falling. And climbed up one after the other, and stepped on the cylinder under his feet. Continue to throw while maintaining balance on a smooth, swaying surface.

Domon wasted no time in throwing out two smaller cylinders, which Dan caught in a thrilling way, and stepped on them again in turn. Watching the clown stand on the cylinders stacked together and struggling to balance the skillful performance, the woman sitting on the seat finally showed an appreciative smile and applauded slightly.

When the performance reached Zuihou, Dan jumped on the top of the three-tiered cylinder, and no one saw how he did it, but the three cylinders that he stepped on under his feet were all picked up. They were put together in the air from large to small, and then Dan reached out to catch them and put them on his head.

The cylinder with a diameter of less than a foot was so small that it didn't even seem to be able to drill through Dan's head, and who knew that Dan grabbed the cylinder exaggeratedly and twisted it a few times, and actually pulled the cylinder from the top of his neck to his waist at once. Zuihou also made a funny pose, using the big pocket on his pants to put the colored balls and sticks that had just fallen from the sky into the bag one by one.

"Papapa~" A few applause rang out from the corridor upstairs on the left, and everyone looked up to find that there was someone there. At the end of the cloister there is a staircase that connects to the hall, and at the moment three people are walking down.

The one in the center is a dignified middle-aged man in his early forties, dressed in dark gray simple home clothes, who is the owner of the Ebony City. On his right hand was his only son, Holm Grude, who was now dressed in a dark suit similar to his father's, and both of them simply hung their swords.

Standing to the left of the city lord, the clapping man was a tall knight of twenty-eight or ninety, with short dark brown hair, a handsome and resolute appearance, and a pair of amber eyes, occasionally flashing with golden light. On such a hot summer day, he was actually wearing silver heavy armor all over his body, although it was very cool in the castle at the moment, but this body looked very hot.

"Suegon's jiu-jitsu, a very good performance~" A low and magnetic voice sounded, and the heavily armored knight glanced appreciatively at the clown actor who was bowing exaggeratedly.

"Kenda Knight, you have studied such folk juggling as well?" the voice of the lord of the city, Count Grude, was as serious and dull as himself, and seemed to have some disdain for such juggling.

"No, I happen to know a very learned man. He told me that Mogong has a special fighting technique that can make people's joints flexible and bend at will, and has a very amazing explosive power, which is very suitable for assassination and stealth skills. The young man known as the Kenda Knight curled his thin lips and patiently explained.

"Gondasai~" A soft, feather-like call sounded, immediately interrupting the topic that the city lord wanted to continue, and the woman who had been sitting upright just now sipping water stood up at this moment and made a gesture of welcome.

If the woman who was sitting lazily just now was just an ordinary small stone on the side of the road, after devoting herself to the performance at this moment, she was like a brilliant diamond. The hidden magic poured into Count Grude's body at this moment, causing the old-fashioned middle-aged man who was originally as hard as granite to melt as quickly as butter in a high temperature.

"......!" Diarlando marveled at the unsmiling city lord who turned into a young man in love for a second, striding up the steps to the woman, and then the two hugged each other passionately and kissed me selflessly.

"What a terrible bewitching technique......" Fayle, who had been silent, had beads of sweat on his forehead at this moment. Unlike ordinary people, he was affected by the huge magic radiating from her body from the moment he saw that woman, although he saw a slender and elegant girl as quiet and lovely as an elf, but instinct told him that the seemingly beautiful and lovely person hid an incomparable danger.

At the end of the affectionate kiss, Earl Grude introduced Kenda with a look of sensual happiness: "Let me introduce you, this is my fiancée, Adele Pith from White Moody. She is my goddess, the salvation of my life, my indispensable air and sunshine. ”

Kenda stepped forward with perfect grace and kissed the back of the petite plump woman's hand, and was then seated by Count Grude. As he sat down, his eyes swept over the group of people standing at the bottom of the hall. When he saw Fayle, he really squinted his eyes slightly and recognized who this person was.

"Kenda has found you. Diarrando saw the doubt in the brief eye contact with his long-time friend, and whispered to Fayle.

"My appearance has changed so much, he can actually recognize it, and he really has good eyesight. And I don't think he's been affected by that woman's demagoguery?Could it be that his magic resistance is even higher than mine?" Fayl looked at Kenda, who looked as usual, and said the question in his heart.

"Kenda has his beloved woman, and no matter how beautiful the woman in the world is, it will not touch his heart. And instead of recognizing you, he smells you. Have you forgotten that his contract beast is a wolf?"

Dearlando took the opportunity to take a look at the reactions of everyone in the hall, and in the face of the exaggerated performance of the man and woman, it seemed that Master Holm was the only one who showed undisguised disgust for Miss Pith. Everyone else seemed to take the situation for granted.

And Deirlandor also noticed that the woman's voice had a special magical power, and every time she spoke, it seemed that it was only aimed at Count Grude, and not at all other times. And if you use the dragon's perception to explore this woman, you will find that the magic in her body seems to come from the red gem on her chest.

The young dragon flipped through the star box, salivating at the delicious feast that was close at hand. Dearlando had to soothe Reseth's emotions through the star box, and he couldn't scare the snake yet. Behind this woman lies a huge clique, and the materials she has ordered to build things that are definitely not something that one or two Bran people can make.

After all the seats were taken, the servants began to serve the dishes, which were by the sea, and the main food was all kinds of fish. Everyone was eating quietly, as if they had forgotten the circus people standing below. It wasn't until the two eagles of Radardu made a noise that Count Grud seemed to notice that there was a group of people waiting to perform below.

The earl's eyes swept over the group of people dressed as entertainers, and his eyes showed disdain and disgust, but he still turned his head and asked the woman next to him in a low voice: "Adele, my treasure, do you still want to watch any shows?"

"My dear Gondasai, I have seen them perform, and they are nowhere near as wonderful as the circus in my hometown of White Moody. It seems that the level of wandering artists is like this, so it's better to let them go. But I have a request, and yesterday I heard that there was a person with a different eye color among them, and I wanted to see that person. Adele leaned gently in the Earl's direction and smiled in response to the Earl's question.

"Bring that man up!" Count Grude immediately waved for the servant to go and bring up Diarlandor, who was standing below. Zoya and Fayer looked at Deirlandor with mixed expressions as they followed the servant forward, not knowing what this strange woman was going to do.