Chapter 473 Pretender

   One of the recruiters "Seven of Squares" will take William to a deeper place,

   Along the way, William also played a little bit of his social arrogance, chatting with the other party regardless of the potential danger of the circus, and asked questions about the "poker face" as soon as he came up, whether suits and numbers symbolize status.

  Because of William's wonderful performance, the recruiter secretly believed that he was likely to pass the follow-up review and become a magician's assistant, so he answered frankly.

  The so-called recruiter belongs to the internal management personnel of the circus, that is, he is promoted from the 'receptionist'. When the recruiter talked about the receptionist, his face was crowded together, obviously unwilling to recall the ordeal.

  When the receptionist has worked for 50 years and meets the standards, he can be promoted to poker face.

  The initial point is [1], which indicates the authority of the manager according to the numerical order. His current 7 is already a relatively high level, and the entire recruitment team was managed by him before.

  As for suits, they represent different functions.

   Spades-in charge of ruling and punishment for internal violations and mistakes in the circus.

  Hearts-in charge of the planning and arrangement of various projects of the circus, the venue design of each performance, lighting scheduling, program arrangement (need to discuss with the corresponding performers)

  Plum Blossom-Recruitment of supervisors, deployment and arrangement of low-level personnel.

  Block-in charge of finance and procurement of external materials.

  After being introduced by the manager, William also basically understood the basic structure of the circus. He looked at the poker face of the other party and continued to ask questions:

   "What about poker faces with numbers over ten?"

   "That is the existence of the director level of the venue, second only to the head of the group and the main performers of each show. They are the core of the grassroots work and make the most efficient scheduling for our managers.

  Any player with a poker face of more than ten is enough to become a city manager in a neutral city, and their abilities are extremely outstanding. "

   "In other words, you may also be promoted?"

   "Yes, as long as the number can reach [10], you can participate in the annual supervisory competition. As long as you succeed in the competition, you can be assigned to [J], [Q] or [K] supervisors according to your functional expertise."

   "I see, I hope you can be promoted to supervisor soon.

   Also, I have one last question, audiences don’t have to pay anything to go to the circus to watch the grand and gorgeous show, so how does the circus make money? "

   Speaking of this, Pokerface wags his fingers.

   "Mr. William, you seem to have made a mistake. The audience does not need to pay the fee when they enter the venue, but they have already paid enough 'fees' during the viewing process.

   This 'fee' is enough to support the operation and expansion of the entire circus. "

   "The body and soul of the audience?"

   "No no no, we're not that superficial.

  If that's all it is, then what's the difference from the slave market. Moreover, these infected humans are protected by the "Protection Order". If they are treated maliciously by us and trafficked in human beings, they will be hunted down jointly by multiple source epidemic areas.

  Since you may become one of us, please remember.

  We serve 【Fear】.

  Fear is the fee. All our performances are based on fear. The audience who watch the performance and cannot contain the fear, the fear overflowing from the depths of their bodies will be paid to the circus as a fee.

  This new type of virtual currency is even very interesting to the duke. "

   "Are you afraid..."

  William also realized that when he took the ticket and chose to accept the invitation, some kind of fear-related seeds were planted in his brain.

  At this moment, Poker Face stopped.

   "Mr. William, take the elevator in front of you and you will arrive at the magic preparation room. Information about your meeting the pre-conditions has been passed on. As long as you sit on it, a formal assistant review will be conducted. Good luck."

"good."

  William stepped into the special elevator with the magic hat label printed on it, and he didn't feel much tension.

  Because of the circus' leading magician, the current magician-Jian Kiruiette, William has met in nightmares, and even had a verbal conversation.

  William chose the position of [Magician Assistant] not only because he knew magicians, but also because he was proficient in related illness techniques.

   But when he visited the Cancer Palace before, he accidentally heard from Ms. Olena that the current magician is a special existence that climbed out of the abyss. This made William smell an opportunity that might be related to his own path.

   Ding Dong!

  A broadcast sound came - "You are about to arrive at the [transit room] of the magic layer, and Mr. Jain, the greatest magician of this century, will conduct an assistant review for you"

  The elevator door opens.

  A smell of rotten wood, rusted metal, and rotting corpses rushed to William's mouth and nose, but was effectively filtered by the scarf.

  In front of me is not a luxurious and tidy magic room with various high-end magic props as expected, but a utility room similar to a basement. It feels like no one has been there for a long time.

  Various old-fashioned mechanical devices, such as birdcages, walking sticks or traditional prosthetics,

   Or some bottles and jars filled with living organs are placed here,

   There are even some utensils for immobilizing the human body, such as water tanks, cutting kits, etc.,

   These things seemed to be props corresponding to traditional magic, and there was nothing unusual about them. Just as William stepped forward, the wooden door at the end of the room was pushed inward.

  Mr. Jain, who was wearing a Guy Fawkes mask under a bowler hat, stepped into the transit room with white gloves and a cane.

   Before William could address him, a voice came from under the mask:

   "Hmm~ The image is barely passable, since you can let those poker faces let you come over, it shows that you have a little skill.

  But I can't see any magician-related training traces from your body, nor can I feel any fear-related aura or potential.

  Currently the circus is in the expansion stage, we don’t have the spare energy to train a newcomer with unknown potential from scratch, you can leave now!

  Just go back along the original road, don’t worry, because you passed the pre-assessment, those poker faces will simply forget and brainwash you and send you out of the circus. "

   After finishing speaking, Jain turned around and was about to leave.

   "Wait, Mr. Fake Jain, there is something wrong with what you just said."

  William specifically added a Fake before Jain's name.

  These words made Jain, who was turned on his back, stop, his tone became severe, and the transit room he was currently in also began to vibrate, and even a lot of equipment fell to the ground.

   "If you can't say that there's something wrong with me in five seconds, out of offense to me and the circus, you're going to have to pay enough fear to get out.

  5,

  4,

  3,

2,

1! "

  The five-second countdown ended, and William did not give any verbal answer.

  Jain showed a ferocious face, and his high nose even became distorted. The prosthesis stuffed inside was liquefied due to anger, slowly flowing out from the nostrils, and even the entire mask was slowly liquefying.

  However, the moment Jaen turned his head, the scene in front of him stunned him.

  William was bound by iron chains, and his whole body was suspended in the air in the shape of a cross.

   "Dead Makeup" is on,

  The hand ax had cut off his head in advance, and half of his head slipped to the ground... This posture of the cross and half of the head was directly imprinted in Jain's mind, as if taking him to the depths of the original tomb to witness the first death.

  A sense of fear overflowed from Jain's body, his mask and disguised appearance completely dissolved, finally revealing an aging and ugly face.

Snapped!

  William snapped his fingers.

  The iron chain was retracted, and the head was spliced~ He also returned to his normal state.

  The circus personnel who were pretending to be Jain in front of him also returned to reality from the pull of death, with leather mucus after the disguise was dissolved, and the stench was incomparable.

  William said with a smile: "I still have a certain understanding of fear, after all, my childhood was also spent in fear.

  Sorry I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Behrens. I'm very glad to meet a Pi slave like you here. If possible, we can communicate about 'skin' in the future. "

  When William talked about Pi, the old man who was good at disguising was obviously a little bit repulsed, but the ability displayed by the other party really shocked him.

   "You can just call me Ulisse. I'm just one of Lord Jain's assistants. You can barely pass the review. But whether you can really become an assistant still needs to be confirmed by Lord Jain in person.

  Come with me, Master Jain is very busy. After all, you need to design and think about new magic every day, and there is no time to see you.

  You need to be patient enough. When I first came to the circus, I waited for seven days and seven nights in front of the adults. "

   "Okay, Mr. Ulisse, please lead the way."

  (end of this chapter)