Sabbat
It has always been held before the circus's official performances, but this time it was held before a non-performance. Obviously, the boss thinks that the current time is a very important node, even more important than the official performance.
The boss's "reform" also gave everyone their own ideas.
However, the specific reforms will have to wait until the end of the magic banquet. The most important thing at the moment is to consider the preparation of the dishes.
Currently, a "receptionist" is nervously riding a roller coaster to the clown house.
He is the lowest-level employee of the circus, responsible for basic work such as ushering in the audience, explaining the rules, delivering drinks and food given by the circus, etc.
According to statistics, one out of a hundred receptionists may be promoted to have a poker face.
This receptionist is apparently an ordinary person, but today he suddenly received an order from Poker Face, asking him to go to the Clown House to inform the clown Art, who has been in seclusion, about the holding of the Demon Banquet and the temporary meeting.
He was also very puzzled. Shouldn't such information be communicated directly between key members? Why did he, a low-level employee, have to convey such an important matter
Moreover, the person he will face is the most notorious clown in the circus.
Card~
The roller coaster has arrived.
Looking at the human head balloons lined up in front of the chief clown's house, he was so scared that his whole body was shaking and his legs were weak.
But the strange thing is,
The disease he was suffering from was automatically triggered, and red lupus broke out all over his body to offset the fear. A biological instinct made him get out of the car and move closer.
Strangely enough, the human-head balloon did not absorb him, but instead made way for him.
When he successfully approached the factory gate, the human-shaped iron chain hanging on the door untied itself, as if the people inside knew he was coming.
The gate opens.
What he saw was a tumorous space filled with endless tumors and countless wailing sounds. Pus continued to flow out from everywhere, and even under his feet there was a sticky feeling.
Overflowing with evil,
But he didn't reject it at all, and even felt like he was home.
But in the blink of an eye, only the empty factory was left.
In the open space in the center of the factory, there sat a dried-up corpse wearing a loose clown costume and with a haggard face. Even its cheeks were completely sunken, like a human skin skeleton.
But his exaggerated hooked nose and colorful makeup make him recognizable as the chief clown.
The tension is indescribable.
But the receptionist still managed to organize all the language and began to convey the message.
"Report! Dear Mr. Art, based on the circus' recent space expansion and fear value utilization, it can be estimated that the effective growth rate of the tent has been greatly reduced. This may be related to the space limitations of the old world and the low quality of fear gained from recent performances.
In addition, in terms of recruitment...
Finally, I would like to talk about the story between me and Ms. Marina and my recent frequent urination... "
This person talked about a bunch of things related to the overall operation of the circus, and even some of his own personal and strange things, without mentioning the word "Magic Banquet" that should have been mentioned.
It was not until he told everyone he knew that he realized he shouldn't have said it.
"Oh, right! I came here mainly to inform you to participate in tomorrow's Demonic Feast. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
This man was clearly thinking about leaving, but his feet were walking in the opposite direction. Before he knew it, he was standing in the middle of the factory, leaning in front of Art.
Buzz!
A kind of resonance effect occurred between him and Art.
His abdomen had bulged by half a meter at some point, bursting and oozing pus. All the bones and skin in his body turned into pus and flowed into Art's body.
This man did not feel any pain at all, as if he had been separated from Art's body from the very beginning and only remembered it just now.
After it completely flowed in and combined, Art gradually opened his malicious eyes.
Several months of retreat,
He did not eat anything, and even separated the excess nutrients and part of his consciousness, becoming this "harmless" receptionist to experience the grassroots life of the circus.
His malignant self, in a state of desirelessness and without demands, was practicing in the purest seclusion while completely starving and even to the point where his tumor cells were unable to divide.
The Moon Scar wound had long since healed, and Art seemed to have reached a higher level of illness.
"Magic Feast... just right. My body is in urgent need of nourishment from delicious food. The reforms that the boss is about to carry out are also just right for me. The timing is perfect."
…
The Sabbat will be held tomorrow evening.
At that time, the main members will gather in the kitchen an hour in advance to prepare the dishes together.
Although William and Catherine, who were excluded, decided to prepare the dishes, in order not to bring pressure to others and not to compete for kitchen space and ingredients, they arrived at the kitchen a day in advance.
Chef Timmy is supervising Poker Face here to clean the kitchen thoroughly.
"Didn't the boss tell you to take a rest? Besides, the Demon Feast is tomorrow, so don't disturb our preparations."
William stepped forward and saluted like a gentleman.
"That's right, Chef. Catherine and I plan to prepare a joint dish to increase the diversity of the Demon Feast. Our dishes will not participate in the subsequent evaluation. We just want to enhance the atmosphere of the Demon Feast.
Moreover, our dishes can be prepared now and served directly on the table tomorrow, which will not affect the process of the magic banquet at all.
Chef Timmy, if you are not confident about the quality of the dish, we can make an extra portion tonight and it’s up to you to decide whether to serve it.
In addition, we will never affect your work, most of the ingredients are provided by ourselves, and we don’t need the “boss’s meat”. ”
In view of the amazing dishes William had made in the past, Chef Timmy nodded as an exception, "Then I will definitely raise the review threshold. If you can't pass it, go back and rest."
"good."
Co-production.
Due to the strict requirements of the boss, the Demon Feast must highlight the personality of each member, and everyone needs to complete their own dishes independently, so this kind of joint production has never happened before.
Although Chef Timmy looked disinterested and was only supervising the cleanup, he would actually peek at their progress whenever he found an opportunity.
What surprised him was that the two did not use the tableware that came with the kitchen, but instead used leather bags and deep-sea gel to make a kind of portable tableware in a barrel, which did not look beautiful at all.
Moreover, the two people divided the work of making the strange dry materials, and when necessary, they even used an incinerator to quickly dry the materials.
The preparation of the dishes was not smooth sailing.
It was obvious that many things were made for the first time, and any failures were thrown directly into the trash can until both of them nodded at the same time. In this way, it took a full six hours to produce the first finished product.
It's already three o'clock in the morning.
Chef Timmy, however, was sitting in front of the monitor and couldn't fall asleep at all because he was watching the wonderful cooperation between the two.
When he saw the two people waving at the surveillance camera, he pretended to be woken up and rushed to the kitchen with an impatient look on his face.
Looking at the dishes the two brought over, he started criticizing.
"That's it? Can such a crude design be used at the Demon Feast?"
"We will also draw the pattern for the outer packaging to make it look better. However, the main purpose of the Demon Feast is to pursue the taste. Chef, why don't you try it first."
"For your sake, I'll just give it a try."
With trust in William, the chef stirred the mysterious dish in the bowl and slowly put it into his mouth, before he even started chewing...
Each area of the circus is basically completely separated, with excellent privacy.
But tonight, most people heard a strange, high-pitched groan and thought something had happened at the circus.