Chapter 1800: Chapter 1797: Banquet
Han Dong’s “Consciousness Space” is almost completely enveloped by darkness, even the Talent Tree is covered in a layer of black membrane, rendering it incapable of extracting any power.
The Abyss is no exception,
The Truth receives no feedback, related magic, abilities, or inherent powers cannot be manifested.
Within Han Dong’s Consciousness Space, there is a mysterious entity generated from the “Faceless Puzzle,” resembling the ‘Grave Guard.’
Its appearance is identical to Han Dong’s human form, often wandering through the cemetery, occasionally resting or cooling off under the Talent Tree… Currently, as Han Dong signs the contract,
it serves as a manifestation of power, sealed by darkness within the coffin.
The eye growing between its brows remains forever unaffected by the dark seal, capable of perceiving everything within the darkness.
Because of this, Han Dong appears quite relaxed and natural when stepping into the circus tent of the ancient castle.
“Truly unique material.
The stone-built walls appear to the naked eye, but to the touch, they have the feel of circus tent fabric…”
Han Dong reaches out to touch the walls as he moves along the circular hallway of the castle.
Superintendent Willis, aided by the sliding of his wheelchair, keeps pace throughout.
From time to time, they encounter the circus’s “butler” – a gentleman with a head crowned by an exquisite floating candle.
Wherever he steps, the environment becomes fresh and orderly, and the candles between the wall sconces return to their original lengths.
There is not just one butler; he might have numerous avatars… every five minutes, they pass by another butler.
Upon encountering the butler once more, Han Dong proactively asks:
“Excuse me, can we rest somewhere before the circus performance starts?”
The butler, while sweeping the wall, puts his elegant broom and dustpan inside his body and politely turns around.
The flame atop his candlestick head transforms into the shape of a mouth.
“Honored guests, the performance will start in 27 hours and 41 minutes.
Before the performance begins, you can rest in any guest room area. The castle’s directional signs will clearly guide you.
Of course, if you need me to lead the way, that can be arranged.
It requires just a small tip.”
“Tip?” Superintendent Willis questions in confusion.
Han Dong had already transferred Black Tower points, a substantial two-hundred-point transfer.
After all, Han Dong is well-aware that the circus, having relations with the Black Tower, traveling across multiple worlds, surely considers tips in universal currency.
“Thank you! From now until the performance begins, I shall act as your personal butler.
‘Meal time’ will soon arrive, early guests have the privilege of enjoying the banquet here.
Additionally, some circus team members may join for dining… Would you care to go over?”
Upon hearing that circus team members may join the banquet, Han Dong becomes interested.
Meeting key members beforehand allows for effectively assessing possible situations and risks during the performance.
While following the butler, Superintendent Willis is secretly astonished upon learning that Han Dong spent ‘two hundred points’ to bribe him.
He is well aware of the value and difficulty of acquiring points.
Though possessing immense wealth in the present world as Superintendent, this treasure cannot be exchanged for Black Tower points.
Only Subsuper Worlds can request to establish a “currency interchange” relationship with the Black Tower,
and the exchange rate is quite daunting… two hundred points constitutes a considerable sum.
Seeing Han Dong being so generous, Willis confirms the young man likely has significant backing,
perhaps even groomed by the Black Tower internally, possibly being a descendant of a high-ranking official.
Guided by the butler, they pass through lengthy corridors.
A sign painted with green fluorescent paint hangs at the intersection ahead, spelling out the English word “Banquet Hall.”
Pushing aside the curtain-like structure of the door.
An expansive, majestic hall unfolds before them,
adopting a buffet style, offering a view of at least five hundred varied dishes catering to diverse tastes, while a few chefs—appendages fixed with frying pans, utensils, or ovens for bellies—cook live.
Several ‘spectators’ are already dining here.
most spectators here hail from the current world and should recognize the renowned Superintendent Willis… yet hardly anyone greets him, let alone glances his way.
“Superintendent Willis, don’t these folks recognize you?”
As the old man scans across these people, his expression darkens,
“Numerous interstellar fugitives and unique individuals outside our forces are gathered here.
Overall, these folks are quite special.
After all, the ‘flyer’ is not something anyone can see… almost nobody around me could make sense of it.”
While the two are conversing.
A sharp dining knife suddenly flies forth, aimed directly at Superintendent Willis’s head.
Just as it’s about to pierce.
Despite seeming feeble and old, Willis deftly catches it with two fingers… he’s no ordinary old man but a creature of near ten thousand years, having undergone numerous trials of life and death.
Even under truth sealing, the skills mastered by his body remain at the pinnacle of human capability.
“Apologies, just a slip of the hand…”
Nearby, a seductive man with a fox tail quickly apologizes.
Superintendent Willis says nothing, starts wheeling to choose dishes.
Han Dong remains silent throughout, acting as if nothing happened.
They carry their savory dishes to dine in a less populated corner.
Superintendent Willis takes the initiative to start a conversation: “Young man, I don’t even know your name yet; it’s difficult to address you.”
“Willis Dekdawei, the administrative superintendent of the City of Beasts, tasked with restraining, capturing, and eliminating these unruly folks… quite a few spectators here were once my main capture targets.
They might come to stir trouble later.”
Han Dong calmly responds: “No worries, I need to verify something—how does one handle killing or causing disturbances within the circus?”
The corner area gradually fills, not due to increased diners but a group with special intentions… the murderous intent in their eyes is unmistakable.
“Mr. Nicholas, these folks are seeking trouble with me… How about keeping some distance?”
Han Dong swallows a large piece of juicy steak, chews silently, then replies softly:
“It’s fine; if I get accidentally affected, I wouldn’t mind executing them.”
As tension grows nearby.
The door is kicked open by someone.
Laughter steeped in sorrow and joy swiftly pervades the entire banquet hall.
The audiences from this world aren’t half bad~ so many came on the first day and even found their way here for dining… [Beast Trainer] certainly made a big profit this time.
The laughter promptly draws Han Dong’s attention, though he observably opts to use peripheral vision.
Entered into view is a [Clown] wielding a scepter, primarily adorned in a black-and-white makeup.
The left side portrays a crying face in white with black features,
The right side shows a joyful visage in black with white features,
Several ‘Team Members’ with distinctive traits follow behind the clown.