The final gentleman

【Magic Banquet】

It has always been held only before the official performance of the circus, but this time it is held before the non-performance. Obviously, the boss thinks that this is a very important time point, even more important than the official performance.

And the ‘reform’ mentioned by the boss also gave everyone their own ideas.

However, the specific reforms will have to wait until the end of the Sabbat. The most important thing right now is to consider the preparation of dishes.

Currently, a "receptionist" is nervously riding a roller coaster to the clown house.

He is the lowest employee of the circus and is responsible for the basic tasks such as ushering the audience in when the circus opens, explaining the rules, delivering drinks and food given by the circus, etc.

According to statistics, one out of hundreds of receptionists may be promoted to have a poker face.

This receptionist is obviously ordinary, but today he suddenly received an order from Poker Face, asking him to go to the clown house to inform [Clown Art], who has been in seclusion, about the holding of the Sabbat and the temporary meeting.

He was also very puzzled. Shouldn't this kind of thing be communicated directly between the main members? Why should he, a low-level employee, convey such an important thing?

Moreover, the person he is about to face is also the most notorious clown in the circus.

Click~

The roller coaster arrives.

Seeing the head balloons lined up in front of the chief clown's house, he was so frightened that his whole body was shaking and his legs were weak.

But the strange thing is,

The disease he suffered from actually triggered itself, and the fear was offset by the growth of red lupus all over his body. A biological instinct made him get off the car and get closer.

Strangely, the human-head balloon did not absorb him, but instead gave him a way.

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 door is open,

What he saw was a sarcoma space filled with endless tumors and countless wailing sounds. Pus continued to flow out from everywhere, and even there was a sticky feeling under his feet.

Overflowing with evil,

But he didn't reject it at all, and actually felt like he was going home.

But when I glanced again, there was only an empty factory.

Sitting on the open space in the center of the factory was a mummy wearing a loose clown suit and a haggard face. Even the cheeks were completely sunken, like a human skin skeleton.

But through his exaggerated hooked nose and colorful makeup, he can be identified at a glance as the chief clown.

The tension is indescribable;

But the receptionist gathered all her words and started delivering the message.

"Report! Dear Mr. Art, based on the recent space expansion and fear value utilization of the circus, 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 harvested from recent performances. .

In addition, in terms of personnel recruitment...

Finally, I would also like to tell the story between me and Miss Marlena and how I have been urinating frequently and urgently recently..."

This man 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 even mentioning the word Sabbat that should have been mentioned.

It wasn't until he told everything he knew that he realized that he shouldn't have said it.

"By the way! I'm here mainly to inform you to participate in tomorrow's Sabbat. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

This man was clearly thinking about leaving, but he walked in the opposite direction with his feet. Unknowingly, he was standing in the middle of the factory, leaning in front of Art.

Buzz!

A certain resonance effect was created between him and Art,

At some point, his abdomen had bulged by half a meter and burst into pus. All the bones and skin in his body turned into pus and flowed into Art's body.

This man didn't feel any pain at all. It seemed that he had been separated from Art's body from the beginning, and he just remembered it just now.

When it completely flowed into it and completed the combination, Art gradually opened his eyes full of malice.

Several months of retreat,

He did not eat anything, and even separated excess nutrients from part of his consciousness, becoming a "harmless" receptionist to experience the grassroots life of the circus.

His malignant self is engaged in the purest form of seclusion in a state of no desire, complete starvation, and even a situation where tumor cells cannot divide.

The scar wound has long been repaired, and Art seems to have reached a higher level of illness.

"The Sabbat... is just right~ My body is in urgent need of nourishment from delicious food. The boss's upcoming reforms 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 one hour before to prepare dishes together.

Although William and Catherine were excluded, they decided to make dishes, but in order not to put pressure on others and compete for kitchen space and ingredients, they came to the kitchen one day in advance.

Chef Timmy is supervising the Poker Face here to clean up the kitchen.

"Didn't the boss let you rest? And tomorrow is the Sabbat, so don't disturb our preparations."

William took a step forward and bowed as a gentleman.

"With chefs like this, Catherine and I plan to create a joint dish to increase the diversity of the Sabbat. Our dishes will not participate in subsequent evaluations, but we simply want to enhance the atmosphere of the Sabbat.

Moreover, our dishes can be made now and served directly to the table tomorrow, without any impact on the Sabbat process.

If you, Chef Timmy, are not sure about the quality of the food, we can make an extra portion tonight and you can decide whether to serve it.

In addition, we will never affect your work. We provide most of the ingredients ourselves and do not need "the boss's meat". "

In view of the amazing dishes William has made, Chef Timmy also made an exception and nodded, "Then I will definitely raise the review threshold. If you can't pass the test, go back and rest."

"good."

Co-produced.

Due to the strict requirements of the boss, the Sabbat 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 seemed uninterested on the surface and was only supervising the cleaning work, he would actually peek at the two's progress whenever he found the opportunity.

What surprised him was that instead of using the tableware that came with the kitchen, the two made their own portable tableware in a bucket using leather bags and deep-sea gel. It didn't look pretty at all.

Moreover, the two people also divided their labors to make strange dry materials, and even borrowed an incinerator to quickly dry the materials when necessary.

The preparation of the dishes was not smooth sailing either;

It can be seen that this is the first time for many things to be done. If they fail, they will be thrown directly into the trash can. It will not be considered passed until both of them nod 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,

But Chef Timmy couldn't sleep at all while sitting in front of the monitor because he saw the wonderful cooperation between the two.

When he watched the two of them wave to the surveillance camera, he deliberately pretended to be woken up and hurried to the kitchen impatiently.

Looking at the dishes brought over by the two of them, he opened his mouth with criticism.

"That's it? Can such a rough shape be suitable for the Sabbat?"

"We will also draw a pattern on the outer packaging in the future to make it look better. However, Sabbat mainly pursues taste. Chef, why don't you try it first."

"For your sake, I'll give it a try."

With trust in William, the chef stirred the mysterious food in the bowl and slowly put it into his mouth, without even starting to chew...

Each area of ​​the circus is basically completely isolated, providing excellent privacy.

But tonight, most people heard a strange, high-pitched moan and thought something had happened to the circus.