Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The clown smiled and stood in the square. He took off his backpack, stood on it and posed handsomely. Then he threw a handful of petals and shouted loudly with enthusiasm.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Do you feel that this day-to-day life is boring and tedious? Do you feel that the busy and tiring work is unbearable? Come and listen to Mr. Clown's wonderful story in this short lunch!"

The clown ignited the curiosity of the entire square. People working in stores, queuing on the street, and eating lunch all raised their heads from their stressful work lives and stuck their heads out to see what new and interesting stories the clown in the square was going to tell.

With a whistle, cheerful and powerful electronic music came from the clown's backpack. Mr. Clown flipped his wrist, and three mechanical balls with flashing lights appeared in his hand. The first to open was the classic clown ball show, with three small balls flying up and down flexibly, and the lights outlined a purple halo in the air, making cute cooing sounds from time to time.

"If you were given a chance to break out of this endless cycle of life, what would you like to be?"

Mr. Clown tugged at his iconic big red bow tie with exaggerated movements, and then three small mechanical balls fell freely and then hovered steadily on the ground, becoming three small holographic projectors, casting a lush forest around Mr. Clown.

“Perhaps you can become a knowledgeable ornithologist, exploring the mysterious forests for feathered elves that have never been discovered by humans.”

As he spoke, many short sticks with metallic luster appeared on Mr. Clown's body. He showed a distressed expression and then smiled slyly at the audience. He flexibly adjusted the position of the props, holding them in his hands, tucking them under his armpits, stepping on them, and he looked very comfortable with them. As Mr. Clown's body moved, the props that served as various musical instruments actually played harmonious music. Coo, chirp, chirp, it was as if hundreds of different birds flew over Backlund and flew into people's dreams.

More people poked their heads out from the tall buildings. The happy mood tempted them to escape from the dull and torturous offices and fly with the birds.

As the Joker performed accurately and flexibly, Klein noticed that the Joker's unique prosthetic transformation really brought a unique expressiveness to his performance. The Joker not only transformed his mechanical left hand, but also embedded iron plates to control muscles on his other limbs. A little data flashed in his smiling eyes. Under the thick oil paint was skin with fine lines inserted, and every expression on his face was controlled with extremely high precision. This set of equipment made Mr. Joker's demeanor and behavior more vivid and highly appealing.

Not only that, he also openly showed off the enchanting and strange ruby ​​ring on his prosthetic left hand. What a sophisticated gentleman.

"Or, we can become the legendary cyber ghost Kewawu, leaving traces of our mischief in every corner of the data world!"

With a whistle, the lush forest projection twitched a few times and turned into a surrounding data code, with a few huge facial expressions "@-@" flashing from time to time. The short stick that originally served as a musical instrument flew out of Mr. Clown's arms, whizzing and flying close to the ground, shuttling around the square like a snake. The skilled and courageous Mr. Clown did a backflip, stepped firmly on one aircraft, and then quickly jumped onto another aircraft, showing amazing balance and coordination.

Cheers rang out. People began to applaud the clown's thrilling and exciting actions. The rare joy in the boring life climbed onto the faces of everyone on the street. They couldn't help but pour out from the roads and buildings, and gradually gathered in the square.

"So, if we can travel freely in dreams, will we come to a more magical world?"

Mr. Clown changed the subject, and the holographic projection immediately turned into a soft sea of ​​clouds. The aircraft that was originally floating on the surface suddenly took off and slowly floated in the air. Mr. Clown seized this opportunity, stepped on the rising aircraft and jumped up, quickly grabbed the fastest one and rose together, then held the aircraft and turned and jumped, and landed lightly on another aircraft. In the translucent cloud projection, Mr. Clown performed a superb aerial circus.

After the last somersault, Mr. Clown landed steadily in the square and bowed deeply to the people.

"Dodger Rama, I'm glad to bring happiness to you all! Believe in yourself, you are all heroes in your own lives!"

"It's 'King of Clowns' Dodger Rama!"

The originally depressing streets were boiling, and the joy and happiness from the heart were overflowing on everyone's face. The hurried office workers, the thirsty waiters, the bored and anxious drivers, everyone stopped to cheer and shouted for the Dodge Rama, and the gloom in their hearts was swept away, as if the pressure of life was really shattered by the beautiful dream compiled by the clown, and they indulged themselves in this short, intense and surreal joy.

Only Klein stood silently by the side, still maintaining Merlin's faint smile.

Dodge Lamar, a legendary name. As a busy programmer, Klein didn't care much about circus performers, but he had heard of the inspirational story of national actor Dodge Lamar and even wrote about it in his school essay.

He was a child born with muscular atrophy. He believed in the god of steam and machinery. He studied hard since childhood and finally became a genius prosthetic doctor. He resolutely implemented radical prosthetic transformation on himself. After a series of rehabilitation and mechanical iterations, Dodge Rama finally possessed strong flexibility and balance. With his mechanical level, he became a unique clown and became a household name. He was called the "King of Clowns".

Circus performers of this era still have the traditional habit of giving themselves stage names. For example, a large number of circus performers like Dodge like to use the last name Rama. Most of them love to study how to use science and technology to create better stage effects.

In addition, many magicians like the last name Hermes. Klein, a social animal programmer, doesn't know much about other circus traditions, but all this makes the identity of "Merlin Hermes" seem so natural.

People cheered for this miraculous clown king. In Loen, which stood at the top of the world like a flag, and in Backlund, which was advancing unstoppably, the existence of Dodge Lamar seemed to be a weather vane of the times, a hallucinogen, a cheap but superb dream, which made people believe that as long as there was hard work and dreams, everyone could really create their own miracles, and everyone could become the glorious protagonist in the story.

Klein was surrounded by the warm and joyful atmosphere, seeming a little out of place. A subtle feeling arose in his heart.

Ten minutes ago, the listless people were still lowering their heads, rushing to finish their lunch, worrying about this month's performance. An hour ago, these densely packed office workers like worker ants were still imprisoned by work in the great steel office buildings on both sides of the street, using their ten-inch small keyboards to type out the miracle of this heroic era word by word and stroke by stroke.

Perhaps the reason why Dodge Rama was able to stand up again and become the "King of Clowns" was not just because of his amazing mechanical talent, but because he was the "Clown" of Sequence 8 of the Fortune Teller? On the other hand, could his possession of such advanced prosthetic transformation technology have something to do with the Steam Church...

Suddenly, an anxious figure rushed out from the crowd, lowered his head and slammed into the Dodge Rama from behind!

“…Ah! You!”

Both men were knocked off their feet. The reckless young man was the first to stand up, frantically gathering his things and looking at the Dodger Rama in a rage.

"Why are you standing in the middle of the street blocking the road in the middle of the day? I'm a doctor at the hospital here. I'm very busy! I still have a lot of work to do!"

The familiar voice startled Klein and he looked up.

It's Emlyn White!

The young doctor was knocked down on the hard marble floor by the clown with metal prosthetics, and the messy documents were scattered all over the floor. Emlyn got up in a rage, his red irises were densely covered with red bloodshot, his sickly white skin lacked luster, and had two faint dark circles under his eyes. Long-term lack of sleep and high-intensity work and study made him grumble as he packed his things.

"Oh, it's the doctor. I'm so sorry to trouble you!"

It was a minor incident that spoiled the fun, but it did not affect the high enthusiasm of the people on the street at all. In this enthusiastic atmosphere, Dodge Lamar helped Emlyn sort out the fallen objects. Finally, he picked up Emlyn's hospital pass with his mechanical left hand and handed it over with a smile.

"I'm so sorry! You must be a doctor at the Earth Church Hospital, thank you for your hard work. I'm also going to give a consolation performance at the Earth Church Hospital later!"

Hearing "thank you for your hard work", Emlin, who was originally in a state of high tension, froze for a moment, and the bitterness suppressed under the label of "doctor" suddenly surged into his mind. Soon Emlin came to his senses, snorted coldly at himself, snatched the phone randomly, and ran out of the enthusiastic square cursing.

"Mother Goddess, I don't have the time to watch your little tricks, Feynapotter!"

The unpleasant accident did not dampen people's enthusiasm, but instead made everyone cheer even more enthusiastically, as if they were possessed.

"Mr. Dodger Lamar! One more, please! I'm willing to break my legs and go to the hospital right now just to watch your performance!"

Dodge Lama watched Emlyn disappear into the crowd, then turned around and bowed to everyone with a smile.

"Today at 3pm, there will be a benefit performance at the Dodge Rama Harvest Museum. We look forward to your presence!"