The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 176 Ch.175 Woof!

This is a woman with slightly darker skin.

She wasn't really 'brown' - it was like her skin, which should have been white, had been exposed to the sun for too many days.

She looked bigger than Roland and Xander, with a tight figure, and the sleeveless circus costume exposed her smooth arms and calves - she was full of strength.

But in contrast, a person with such a figure looks extremely cowardly.

She combed her black hair into thick and long braids, hanging down past her waist. Wearing golden bracelets on each wrist, as well as on his ankles.

And a special pair of eyes.

Light silver.

Everyone waited for her to clatter to the center of the venue and saw her hands intertwined uneasily.

The entire tent became audible.

Anyone who has been here once holds their breath and asks their friends or family to do the same.

They pricked up their ears and waited for the girl in the center to speak.

Then…

And she spoke.

"Hello, welcome, welcome to Mason Lyle's circus...woof!"

Suddenly, roars of laughter were like thunder, exploding in the tent!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha-!"

"Is this the girl who was bent over by a hound? I think it's a pet dog!"

"Hahaha, no wonder you want me to listen carefully, Thomas, this is so interesting!"

Laughter rose and fell, echoing in the ring.

The commotion lasted for nearly two minutes before it stopped.

Like a big fish being hooked into a bucket. The fisherman threw out his fishing rod, feeling calm and excited, waiting for the next fish to bite. The crowd gradually became quiet, waiting for the girl to speak for the second time.

Which she did.

"...I, I am Halida, my name is...Mr. Mason Lyle named me...woof!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

“So fun!!”

Roland observed that the girl's cry was not an 'interpretation'.

When she made a strange sound like a barking dog, her face twitched for a moment.

"This is a disease, Roland."

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What disease causes dogs to bark?

"It doesn't have to be barking. This disease is something that the sick person cannot control. They can't control themselves from making weird noises, even if they keep silent."

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I guess, there is no cure.

"I don't know, it's not in Su Yue's memory."

All in all, this opening is interesting enough.

Xander looked very happy, stretching his thin neck, and his two little hands were red.

The slightly darker-skinned woman named Halida started intermittently, and her speech was interrupted by laughter several times. Then came a strange man wearing a costume with a tail - his face was covered with long golden brown hair, just like the name Halida introduced:

Lion-faced man.

He got down on all fours and performed a circus of fire for the audience, as well as running to the edge of the field and roaring to scare the kids.

After that, Roland saw the two-headed monster - a woman with two heads; a baby boy who couldn't cry - still kept smiling no matter how he was slapped and yelled; and Mr. Smith, who had not grown up - his face was full of wrinkles. , a teacher of about forty years old, but not as tall as the eight or nine-year-old kid in the venue.

These strange people are indeed worthy of the name ‘Freak Show’.

When their interaction is over and the audience's energy is exhausted, the animal show begins.

A lion that actually walks through a ring of fire, a parrot that listens to commands, a white rabbit that can run from one hat to another, and a cub that rides a unicycle.

Roland finally understood why the citizens were looking forward to the Mud Ball Circus so much.

This is indeed a novel performance that has never been seen before.

When Mr. Smith was comically holding the tray around the venue, Roland also threw two copper coins down with everyone.

The little man bared his teeth as the copper rain hit him, making him cross his arms and get angry. However, he dropped the copper tray again and stamped his feet in anger.

This certainly caused another wave of laughter.

A circus that lives up to its reputation.

"How's it going, Roland." Xander's face turned red. She just threw a copper coin down, but it hit a boy on the back of the head. "They tour from time to time. Maybe the next time we see them will be next year."

"Brilliant. I've never seen such an amazing performance... Did you see that woman with two heads?"

The show ended in the afternoon. When the audience left the tent in high spirits and discussed, the grass was already filled with tables and chairs at some point.

Apparently, other members of the circus were already prepared.

Bread, wine, bacon, even roast chicken.

The prices are slightly more expensive than those in the world, but they can make a lot of money.

Mason Lyle.

This is an absolutely shrewd businessman.

He arranged for the employees who had just appeared to be servants or vendors, so the audience lined up in long lines in front of the wooden carts according to their personal preferences.

Especially the thick-faced, dark-skinned girl with black hair and silver eyes: Miss Halida.

She was put in charge of selling the most expensive wines.

As expected, the queue she was in charge of was the longest among all the wooden carts - the finely decorated gentlemen and ladies were full of smiles and paid a few coins just to see that smile appear on her charming and pretty face. A moment of ferocity and embarrassment.

And, listen to the uncontrollable barking of the dog.

"Two drinks."

"...Okay, okay wow...ok...take you in...woof...take it in, take you in..."

Her expression twitched, forcing herself to smile.

From time to time, ladies overflowing with love put a few more coins in the basket of the wooden cart, and the gentlemen also gave a lot out of pity.

When they left the tent, these rich people with jingling pockets began to judge themselves who laughed before, and were very happy to pay a certain amount of money to "atone" for their "crimes".

Good business.

Cinder and Roland found a small wooden table to eat and drink, and the employees gradually dispersed.

The whole circus lasted for a long time. In addition to hunger, some people also had that unspeakable feeling - there was no place for men and women to "solve troubles" on Hampstead Green: gentlemen went to the woods on the side, and most ladies chose to endure.

No one would wear a skirt supported by whale bones when watching a circus - although this kind of skirt can silently cover up the ladies' decency, but today, they can only endure it temporarily, and at the same time, drink less wine.

Or eat more bread that can absorb water?

"You should add more of the same kind of fun to your busy life, Roland." Shandel was in a very happy mood, and her voice jumped up: "If you want, how about we go to a boxing match next time?"

Speaking of busyness, Roland suddenly remembered the secret meeting.

The last two secret meetings were all handled by Shandel. She seemed to like dealing with those people.

"Because they are stupid enough, isn't it interesting? Just like a scholar with a lot of knowledge, facing those stupid people who can't even recognize all the words, watching them stumbling to read, those who know three words, despise those who only know two words..."

"Too interesting."

Roland asked her if anything happened at the party.

Shandel shook his head.

"Nothing valuable. I thought I could really buy cheap strange objects or alien remains as the captain said..."

Roland thought for a while: "I haven't seen alien remains many times, except for silver-plated ceramic bullets. That's very precious, isn't it?"

"Because it's difficult to preserve." Shandel said.

Alien remains-this kind of occult material is extremely difficult to preserve.

This involves the "Xenobiology" of the Great Art. Only those who master this kind of knowledge can preserve them to a limited extent - such as Enid Jutia.

Different species, different parts, different preservation methods.

Some need to be soaked in pure silver and then stored in wooden boxes. Some need to be exposed to the sun, or even soaked in animal or human blood and buried in the soil.

This precious knowledge is rarely shared.

And the fragments of the Great Art are priceless.

Roland is not interested in the remains of the aliens.

What he wants is blood.

"Fresh blood... I can't think of any way to preserve it for a long time. It can't be like brewing wine." Roland chatted casually, slowly leading the topic to blood.

"Blood?" Shandel glanced at Roland and casually replied: "Blood is much easier to preserve than other parts. I know there is a special wonder that can keep the liquid "fresh" forever-"

The library lady answered.