Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Dangerous magic show

Yan Chen was a little tired. After leaving the small world this time, he didn't immediately go to the next world, but chose to enter deep sleep.

In the pure, lightless darkness, let go of everything and throw yourself into sleep.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the original power recovered from the various small worlds can also be completely absorbed and integrated by him.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the heavy spiritual body gradually became light, and Yan Chen heard the system's call.

[You should wake up. 】

"I'm retired." Without a job, he can sleep as long as he wants.

The system quieted down, but Yan Chen couldn't fall asleep—the same urging, if it was before, he would just get up quietly and ask the system about his next work.

He's emotional!

Although it was a passive sabotage mood, Yan Chen enjoyed this feeling very much, and took the initiative to say to the system:

"Submit feedback for me, the recovery of the power of origin can indeed help restore some emotional functions, my suggestion is to increase the sample and continue to observe..."

【OK. 】The system paused for a moment, as if sensing that he was in a good mood, and continued:

[You have slept for a long time, during this time, some small worlds have been integrated into the main world...]

Yan Chen frowned, feeling something was wrong.

World fusion is not his business, but since the system has been brought up, it means that it has something to do with him...

【Yan Xing is looking for you. 】

Yan Chen: "..." Sure enough.

[Because of the particularity of the Xianxia world, one of them has mastered certain laws of time and space, so...]

Yan Chen frowned: "There are three?"

【Yes. 】

Yan Chen made a decisive decision: "Take me to the next world."

Once he wakes up from deep sleep, the system's protection mechanism will be automatically revoked, and Yan Xing and the others may have already sensed his location by now.

Originally, Yan Chen was supposed to pick them up.

But...he's not ready yet...

The system is in an orderly manner: [Sorry, there is no small world with a suitable node for the time being, we need to wait...]

"Take a task at will." If he doesn't leave, he will face three Yan Xings!

【OK. 】An outstanding retired talent asks for a job, and the space-time bureau will not refuse.

The invisible vortex enveloped Yan Chen and took his spirit body to another place.The young man lying in the nutrition cabin had peaceful eyes, as quiet as a corpse.

The three figures fell to the ground like a stream of light, and they all sighed when they saw this.

"I'm late."

Yan Xing turned his head to look at the two "selves" who looked exactly like him, and asked, "Wait for him to come back?"

After merging with the main world, in order to handle identity documents, the "Yan Xing" in the other two timelines was renamed Yan Xing [-] and Yan Xing Shuang respectively according to the suggestion given by the ancestor Yan Pingshan.

Wearing a black robe, Yan Xing with a quiet expression put his fingers together and slid between his eyebrows.

Staring at Yan Chen for a moment, he said firmly in a low voice, "I just left not long ago."

Yan Xing and Yan Xing looked at each other, they had just left not long ago...couldn't they be hiding from them?

Across the wooden boards and curtains, bursts of cheers and laughter could be heard from the other side of the wall. Yan Chen stood up from a wooden chair and looked around.

The light is a bit dim, and there are hangers against the wall, on which hang colorful clown clothes, slightly revealing large tutu skirts, blankets full of exotic styles, dark red velvet square cloth...

After digesting the memory, Yan Chen knew clearly that this was the preparation place behind the stage of the circus.

Performing outside is his colleague, a clown.

In this era without the Internet, apart from various operas, dance dramas, and court or private banquets, the most common entertainment is to watch circus performances.

"Okay!" There was another round of applause from outside.

As the most famous circus in the capital of the Kingdom of Virga, in addition to ordinary people, nobles and rich people often come here to find some fun.

For example, today's performance is specially held for the distinguished Earl Hearst and his guests.

Opposite the clothing rack, there was a full-length mirror standing against the wall. Yan Chen walked over and saw himself in a white shirt, black vest, long dress, and top hat.

This is the most common attire for magicians in circuses.

"Mr Gladstone, are you ready?"

Yan Chen turned his head to Xunsheng, the curtain at the door was lifted, and a man in a scorched yellow vest and old brown breeches walked in, looking at him questioningly.

The clown's performance is coming to an end, and as a magician, it's time for Yan Chen to get ready to play.

"Wait a moment." Yan Chen bent down slightly, returned to the wooden chair where he stood up just now, and picked up a wooden stick from the wooden table in front of him.

This stick... or rather, a magic wand, one end is slightly thicker, painted matte black; the other end is thinner, covered with a silver shell.

Yan Chen held the thick end and nodded towards the person who came, "I can play anytime."

"Uh..." The man seemed a little surprised, glanced at the top hat on Yan Chen's head, and suddenly said: "It seems that you have already taken the props, I will go and tell Nick that he can prepare to step down."

After finishing speaking, the man joked again: "His old-fashioned movements have been repeated several times, I think Mr. Earl and the others will not be able to laugh anymore."

Nick, that is, the clown who was performing outside, Yan Chen smiled and said: "I will save him."

"Looking forward to your appearance." The man bowed and saluted.

Watching the other party leave, Yan Chen raised the magic stick in his hand to look at his eyes, rubbed his forehead, retracted it into the space, searched for a while, and took out another wooden stick.

This wooden stick is about the same length as the magic stick, but the appearance is more natural, the wooden vine is slightly twisted, and there is a small green jade leaf on the top.

Yan Chen tapped that leaf, and the wooden stick became the shape of a magic stick, and the small jasper leaf curled up and turned into a silver stick tip.

Magic, he really has never learned...

Magic is not difficult.

Holding the freshly baked "magic stick", Yan Chen faced the mirror, adjusted the position of the top hat, lifted the curtain and walked out of the backstage.

As the well-known magician who appeared at the finale, he had the honor of leaving with Earl Hearst and others after the performance to participate in the dinner party hosted by the other party.

——This is also the purpose of the owner of this body, Gladstone.

Yan Chen didn't know exactly what he wanted to do, but he only knew that the other party planned to leave the capital of Virga Kingdom after finishing the dinner.

But it is a pity that due to being too nervous and excited, Gladstone made a mistake in the performance and missed this opportunity.

The task he released was naturally to complete the magic show on his behalf and get an invitation to participate in the dinner party.

The tasks in the small world are all kinds of strange, and this is already an extremely simple category.

Approaching the curtain on the left side of the stage, Yan Chen heard another burst of laughter.

Amid the bursts of deafening laughter, Yan Chen looked towards Nick the Clown, who was finishing his performance in front of him. The latter was wearing a funny costume, his face was painted with white, yellow, red and blue paint, and he was crying with.

Yan Chen froze for a moment.

After a while, Nick stopped and said something, but Yan Chen didn't hear clearly.

But that's not a big deal.

The curtain was pulled over by two men in yellow vests. Nick returned to his normal expression and walked behind the scenes. When he passed by Yan Chen, he nodded slightly to him wearily.

Yan Chen nodded slightly, and waited for the yellow vest to take away the props on the stage before walking over slowly.

Walking to the center, the red velvet curtain was opened again, and a beam of light fell from the top of the head, illuminating the figure of Mr. Magician on the stage.

At the back of the stage, the huge graffiti hanging originally was also removed and replaced with the exclusive background cloth of the magic show.

There are many elements such as tall colorful windows, abstract murals framed by complicated patterns, and strong color blocks spliced ​​together.

With such a background, the entire stage does not look like it is in a circus, let alone a magic show about to be performed.

On the contrary, it is like a holy and quiet church. The magician standing in the center of the stage, and the gentleman shrouded in the only light in the dim tent, is the priest who will lead everyone to pray and listen to their confession.

The Earl of Hearst, the nobles and the rich, all fell silent politely.

They sat around a round wooden table and sat on wooden chairs in groups of three or four, looking at the motionless Mr. Magician on the stage.

Yan Chen: "..."

Well, he hasn't seen many magic shows, so he spent a little time thinking about what to "perform".

In order to hide the embarrassment, with a smile on the corner of Yan Chen's mouth, he took off his top hat calmly, placed it on his chest, and bowed to the distinguished earl sitting at the front of the stage.

Earl Hester raised his eyebrows slightly, while the man sitting beside him frowned and was about to speak.

On the stage, the elegant and polite Mr. Magician waved his magic wand at the mouth of the top hat before he straightened up——

Several white pigeons fluttered out of it.

Three, five, nine...

The number of pure spirits flying out of the top hat continued to increase, and finally reached an innumerable number.

Collectively, they hover like a well-trained troop across the stage and over the audience's heads—wherever the magic wand is pointed, they fly.

The light beams that originally hit Yan Chen's body gradually failed to keep up with their flying speed, and finally gave up on themselves, and still stopped on Yan Chen's body.

But this does not affect the magic effect at all.

To be honest, this was originally a very old-fashioned magic trick, but at this moment, Earl Hester's eyes widened in surprise.

However, unlike other excited audiences, "maintaining elegance" seems to have become the old gentleman's instinct.

Hearst looked at Yan Chen approvingly, and ordered: "Can you let these lovely angels come to me."

Yan Chen smiled slightly, bowed and said, "As you wish."

He flicked his magic wand lightly, and the white dove passed over Earl Hearst's head, dropping pieces of pure white feathers, but it didn't stop.

After catching a piece of white feather, Hester rubbed it between his fingers, the touch felt real.

He looked at the stage again curiously, only to find that all the white doves had disappeared and returned to the tall silk top hat in the hands of the magician.

"Your Earl..." Isaac, the personal servant sitting beside him, had an angry expression on his face.

Hearst raised his hand in the air and pressed the button, signaling him to be quiet. He looked at the magician who was smiling lightly on the stage, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, a "cuckoo" sound came from behind his ears.

Hearst had to admit that he was taken aback—of course, no one could tell.

His personal servant Isaac reacted much more than he did. Not only did his eyes widen, but he also opened his mouth wide: "Mr. Earl! A pigeon, it's really a pigeon!"

"This is amazing..."

"Yes, it's amazing." Hester took the white pigeon from his shoulder and found that it was not only cute, but also very family-friendly.

Hurst held the white dove in his palm, smiled and looked at Mr. Magician on stage, as if he was very satisfied with his performance, and did not intend to return the "props".

Without changing his face, Yan Chen showed off his empty top hat, then put it back on his head again.

After that, he bowed slightly apologetically, as if he had just remembered something, took off his top hat again, and took out a deck of playing cards from it.

After several clichéd but wonderful "magic shows", Earl Hurst and many spectators received gifts, and everyone was very happy.

The expressions on their faces grew more excited as the music from behind the stage stopped abruptly.

——The grand finale of the traditional magic show, "Great Transformation".

In the silence where the music suddenly stopped, the yellow vests moved out two lacquered silver wooden boxes that looked like coffins.

Yan Chen glanced at the two coffins, feeling a little bit resistant in his heart.

In recent years, strange stories about vampires and werewolves have spread in the Kingdom of Virga... In order to gain popularity, many circuses will specially create such "coffin boxes" and use them as props.

And "Great Transformation" is undoubtedly the most suitable performance for it.

As for why the audience in the audience were excited...

In this day and age, bloodletting was even practiced in many remote states—mainly performed by barbers and doctors struggling with the rate of survival of amputated patients...

The rough and bloody style is not only reflected in the treatment methods, but also in the entertainment and pastimes.

Their now popular "Big Transformation" performance requires magicians to lie in a silver coffin and accept sword stabs from two random spectators.

And during this period, the audience can move the silver coffin at will and take it anywhere on the stage.

In the circus industry, there is a joke: "clowns are a high-risk job because they are prone to psychological problems. Magicians are a great job-they are easily disposable".

Yan Chen is not afraid of this.

Gladstone himself was an excellent magician.

The circus he was in was also well-known enough and had enough wealth to allow him to safely transfer from any position on the stage to another silver coffin.

No matter how bad it is, he still has "magic".

In order to prevent cheating, the lucky audience who can go on stage to participate in the performance is not chosen by the magician himself.

With the help of the yellow vest assistant, Yan Chen calmly lay down in the silver coffin, watching the coffin's mouth being closed and the light being swallowed.

After that, the yellow vest assistant handed over the right to choose the lucky audience to Earl Hearst.

The scene was boiling, and the dry and hot breath spread in the big tent.

No one noticed that when Mr. Magician sat on the silver coffin on the stage, there were three figures behind them.

Yan Xingyi, Yan Xingshuang, and Yan Xing watched quietly.

They knew that Yan Chen was working - although they didn't quite understand why the work had to be put into the coffin, they still chose not to disturb her for the time being.

After a while, two well-dressed men walked onto the stage and stopped beside the silver coffin where Yan Chen was lying.

They took down long swords from the weapon rack at the side, their faces flushed red with excitement, and they raised their hands to stab into the silver coffin.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!