"So you don't have a clown here? Oh, that's embarrassing, how surprised you would be to see me look like that." The clown's expression went through the four expressions of surprise, confusion, sudden realization, and frustration, and finally turned into happiness, "If you say that, I am the only clown in this world now!

Rot, as the only one still capable of reacting (the other three are already stupid), tries to communicate with the freak: "According to your description of the Joker, there have been similar Rigolettos in history......"

The clown crossed his hands and said: "Rigoletto is at most the predecessor of the clown, or even the predecessor of the predecessor, a clown like me is almost a comedian, but the performance is more and more exaggerated, and it is not the same as the clown in the circus!"

"Circus ......?" Roth really couldn't understand in the face of too many new terms.

The clown half-covered his mouth with one hand and said, "Oh my God! This world doesn't even have a circus, does it? Even if it is the most primitive, that kind of inhumane deformed circus is better than nothing!"

"Deformed? We don't have deformed people here......" Rott was halfway through his sentence when he noticed that the clown's expression suddenly became serious.

"No, are you sure there really isn't?" asked the clown, "not one in such a big world?"

Lista was indeed a seasoned adventurer, and was the first to recover from his bewilderment: "I don't know what you did, Mr. Clown, but I do know one thing now, you are either insane, or you are really from another world, as you say. In such a big world, there are only a lot of places for us to live, and it's not easy for normal people to take care of themselves, let alone deformed people?"

The clown looked around at the strange trees that were staggering together with the green stones, and there were a dozen withered humanoid trees piled up on the ground, the tired girl, the scarred boy, the long knife hand splattered with green juice, and the twin swordsman who looked the most relaxed in appearance but spoke heavy words in his mouth.

The clown accepted Lista's statement and nodded: "It seems that the world is indeed facing a very serious situation, so the bowl of noodles that sent me here is even more problematic, and it may even contain a deadly substance, is someone trying to frame Master Xie, or is the target me in the first place......"

Rott heard the phrase "that bowl of noodles" for the second time, and asked with a sense of disobedience, "Well, Mr. Clown, you repeatedly mentioned that you came here because, uh, a bowl of noodles, what the hell ......is this?"

When the clown heard this question, he immediately put away his serious expression and replied with a smile: "Oh! This must be difficult for you to understand~ I know, after all, this is the second time I have run to other worlds, and it took a lot of effort to explain it last time!"

Lista tried to keep up with the rhythm and asked, "Do you mean you're a mage who has mastered the legendary world-crossing technique?"

"Oh, sure enough, the inhabitants of the world of swords and sorcery think so!" the clown laughed and slapped his thigh exaggeratedly, "but you're lucky, I'm not going to make a mess like the first time because I've had an experience!"

Lista was shocked, could this guy be using some kind of curse with special conditions? This is to fool himself?

He was going to take another look, but the suspicion he thought he had hidden was visible in front of the other party, and the clown suddenly caught Lista's face with both hands, and he was horrified to find that he had no room to resist at all!

"Clear, white, no, yes!" the clown asked Lista word by word, but Lista, who was intimidated by his momentum, could not respond at all.

Roth reached for the Joker's arm, but it slid back like a loach, but just in time to let go of Lista.

Roth suppressed the disgust and fear in his heart for this too strange thing, and said, "Understood, please continue." ”

The clown stretched out his right arm, which was almost grabbed by Roth, to the bottom of the red round nose and sniffed it, raised his eyebrows and said: "First of all, the most popular profession in my world is chefs, they are not only the existence of making delicious dishes, but also people who are similar to entertainment stars, and every cooking competition is an entertainment event that sweeps the whole world." In my world, even if the same ingredients are used, the effect of the dishes made by different chefs will be completely different, and there will be great differences according to the level of the chef's cooking skills, some will glow, some will play special music, some can make everyone present see the hallucination, and some can make everyone who eats it burst into clothes......"

Roth couldn't hold back: "Are you sure you're talking about a dish and not some kind of magic?"

The clown made a whole collapsed mourning face and stopped talking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you go on. Roth had no choice but to apologize.

The clown gave him a blank look and continued, "But that's not a special ...... after all."

That's not a special grade!

"The dishes made by real master chefs are back to the basics, but you can't see the strangeness at a glance from the outside!"

That's how normal food should be, right?

"Because the Grand Chef has the ability to lock his heart and soul into the dish, only the eater can appreciate it!" The clown pointed to himself with a smug thumb up, "If a dish that is too high-end is eaten by someone who has no appreciation level, it is tantamount to a cow chewing a peony!" Only a true gourmand can make a real reaction to the dish and make a meaningful judgment!" For example, this noodle dish that sent me to another world, if it is eaten by ordinary people, I am afraid that it will only produce some hallucinations!"

Roth glanced at Lista and found that he was stupid again, and his brain should not be able to keep up, so he had to raise his hand tentatively.

The clown tapped him with his finger and said, "This classmate, allow you to ask questions!"

Roth resisted the urge to go crazy, and reluctantly asked in a serious tone, "There is one thing I don't quite understand, may I ask what is the one that made you cross into our world...... Dishes or your own special abilities?"

The clown shook his head when he heard this: "This classmate may not have listened carefully, but considering that you may have missed a few basic courses, this is understandable." I'm just a clown and a gourmet, where did I get the ability to travel through the world, and I also said that the bowl of noodles may just be an illusion when you change people to eat. It was me, a gourmet, who ate that bowl of noodles that produced such a wonderful reaction!"

Lista suddenly got up, grabbed Roth and said to the Joker, "I'm sorry, I have something to discuss with my companions. ”

Seeing that the clown nodded, Lista dragged Lot away, and after walking out of the house, Lista whispered to Lot, "Let's get rid of this thing quickly!

"Ahh

Lista said urgently: "He's so abnormal! I suspect his brain has been corrupted by filth!"

If the opponent has obvious hostility, it will be easy to do, just hit, if you can't hit, you can run, and if you can't run away from the dead ball.

However, even if the opponent was attacked by Lista once, there was still no hostility (more importantly, he was unscathed!), which made Lista a little confused about how to deal with it.

The clown's method of taking that sword qi is too weird, so that Lista can't even estimate the strength of the other party, whether it is fighting or leaving, it may stimulate the other party, even if it is not, the words in this guy's mouth are still so chaotic and crazy, it is simply illogical and nonsense!

"Speaking of which, isn't this the defense line of the elven kingdom? Could it be that some elven archmage was obsessed with research and didn't evacuate with the tribe, and as a result, he was driven crazy by filth?"

Roth couldn't help but think that this was a more reasonable guess, but if this case was the case, there was a new question: "Have you ever beaten a [elven] archmage?"

Lista's expression became bitter: "I can't beat it, I can't beat it without being an elf, I don't need to ask, I can't run." ”

Roth was also helpless, patted Lista on the shoulder and said, "Since that's the case, he's not crazy." ”

"Huh?"

"He's not crazy, he's not crazy when we're crazy, what he says is what, right?" Roth said with a wry smile.

Lista stopped talking, leaving only a bitter gourd face.

There was something else that Roth hadn't said, and he wasn't sure if Lista hadn't figured it out, that is, the guild should have found out about the situation here.

Since this is an assessment task related to Lista's credit rating, then the guild will definitely send someone to follow and monitor, Lista's strength is not so high that the guild can't find someone who can track him, and his value is also not high enough for the guild to "sacrifice" two novice adventurers just to test him.

Of course, regardless of whether the guild people knew it or not, Roth felt that he had no other way than to stabilize this weirdo.

"Hey, are you done whispering?" the clown shouted to the two men a few paces away in a way that looked like they were next mountain.

"That's it, it's done. Roth walked back with a smile, and Rulista stood alone a few steps away, "Our adventure commission hasn't been completed yet, so it's not good to delay here, he asked me something when he was a little anxious." ”

The clown slapped his knees rhythmically with both hands and said, "So I broke in in the middle of your commission? That's right, my reaction this time must also be related to your commission, and I should go back after your commission is completed." ”

Lista was "resurrected" and said excitedly: "Are you telling the truth?"

The clown shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess, there is something wrong with that bowl of noodles, and I don't have anything to judge it on." The longest time I've reacted was to travel back in time, and it took me almost three years to discover my origins, turning myself from an orphan into a prince in a small country, and that croissant was so touching. The last time I traveled to another world, it took me a month to have a little love affair with a female mage, and the ice cream had a faint taste but an endless aftertaste. This time this bowl of noodles sent me directly to your battlefield, and I was stabbed before I came in. This world is a world on the verge of apocalypse, and the base point I crossed, that is, you, still smells of blood......"

Lista is about to blow up: "Can you interfere with the past and change reality!?"

This is a miracle that only the true God can do.

The clown pressed down with his hands on his body and said, "It's not me, it's my reaction after eating that one-of-a-kind croissant." And it's only my past that has changed, and I'm the only one who remembers it, and even the chef can't remember why he worked so hard to make bread in the first place. ”

Lista hoped it was all nonsense.

But half of this is true......

Then the sword he slashed at this clown is no different from dancing on the gallows!

Rot, meanwhile, was feeling heavy for other reasons.

The smell of blood again.

So this clown was attracted by the smell of blood on his body?

This time this clown doesn't seem to be a real threat, no hostility, but what about next time?

The unrecognizable man seemed to want to attack him, but he was only beheaded by the man in gray halfway, so this was his last hand on his deathbed?

No, after all, it doesn't necessarily matter if the person with the unrecognizable face is dead or not......

The young man Zhang Luan watched here, skipped all the things he couldn't understand, and whispered to Nina: "Did you hear that? That Mr. Clown also smelled blood, I really wasn't mistaken!"

Nina replied in a smaller voice, "Do you care about this kind of thing at this time!"

The low volume and high-pitched voice made her sound like a little mouse.

Zhang Luan didn't mention this, but after a slight pause, he said: "Is this the realm of a seasoned adventurer......? It's so desirable!"

"I don't think the average adventurer would ever encounter such a thing, don't yearn for such a thing!" Nina squeaked.

The clown noticed that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and jumped on the spot, and suddenly a big blue and white ball appeared out of thin air under his feet, and he danced a Slavic dance on the ball: "Hey, don't be so dull! Let's think there is an extra member of the team, let's go and complete the commission together!"

Although the clown is supposed to be trying to stir up the atmosphere, Roth thinks that any normal person would only be surprised to the point of being at a loss when he sees his strange behavior.

Or is it the world he came in, whether that's real or the imagination of a madman...... Maybe this kind of dance can stir up the atmosphere, right?

"So...... Ahem, uh, we've already finished cleaning up today, and the next step is to monitor the area, and we're going to find a way to stay a night a little bit earlier. Roth forced himself to brace himself and said to the others.

"Woohoo, camping, camping, camping, barbecue, want to eat barbecue?" said the dancing clown.

He just kicked his legs on top of the big ball and moved forward.

Roth said cautiously: "I'm afraid the barbecue is not good, according to the intelligence, the continuous burning flame will attract the tree spirits, so don't think about resting then." According to the Elves, if the Greenstone Forest hadn't fallen into madness......" Speaking of this, Roth glanced at the Joker and found that he didn't have any special reaction to the word "crazy"...... If you don't fall into madness, just using the flame here will attract a kind of suppression, which seems to be very similar to the method of suppression and victory that has been circulated by our Qin and Han people, and it will lead to the same end. ”

Although Nina also knew this information, and even used flames to kill a few tree spirits, her body still trembled slightly at this time.

Zhang Luan plucked up the courage to complain: "Since that's what, the victory is no longer effective, why are you still mentioning him?"

The clown remembered something at this time, and said to himself loudly (?): "It is strongly polluting, giving people a dirty feeling, and if it is violently removed, it will cause the once polluted machines and people to fall into madness...... Looks like we had a similar situation there 10 years ago?"

Roth was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Clown, are you telling the truth? How did you deal with it? Did you say that you succeeded in banishing the filth?"

The clown scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Oh, I'm sorry, I was a child ten years ago, and I didn't experience this." It is said that in the final of the 9th edition of the bread contest "Baking King", there was a contestant whose bread communicated with another world and brought a large amount of black mud that occupied almost half of the city. But the defending bakery king urgently made a peerless bread, and the legendary gourmand Anpanman ate the bread and cleared all the black mud in one go, plugging the gap in communication with the other world, and the defending champion of course won the baking king! ”

Roth subconsciously glanced back at his three companions, and sure enough, they were basically in a state of brain emptying.

When a normal person hears what this clown says, I'm afraid their sanity will be hurt......

"Cooking can cause such a big tragedy, and your world seems to be no less dangerous than ours......" Roth managed to give a thought.

The clown laughed heartily and said, "It's not that serious! The highest cuisine is not made at any time, the highest ingredients that can only be seen at the competition, the supreme state of the chefs' physical and mental unity, and the best food judges - like me! Only when all these conditions are met, can the food cause a miracle! Well, if I make it back alive this time, I may be able to pull you out of our world in one reaction!"

"Ah????h

The clown stopped dancing, and the big ball stopped rolling but began to jump forward, and said with a rare smile on his face: "I think I am very close to you, don't you want to be friends with me?"