The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 176 Ch.175 Woof woof!

This is a woman with slightly darker skin.

She wasn't really 'brown' - it was just like her skin, which should have been white, had been exposed to the sun for a few more days.

She looked older than Roland and Chandel, with a tight figure, and her sleeveless circus costume revealed her smooth arms and calves - she was full of power.

But the contrast is that people with such a body shape look extremely cowardly.

She had her black hair in thick, long braids that fell past her waist, and she wore gold bracelets on each wrist and one on each ankle.

And a pair of special eyes.

Light silver.

Everyone waited for her to clatter to the center of the venue and watched her entwine her hands nervously.

The whole tent became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Anyone who has been here once will hold their breath and ask their friends or family to do the same.

They pricked up their ears and waited for the girl in the center to speak.

then…

She started talking.

"Welcome, welcome everyone to Mason Lyle's circus... Woof woof!"

Suddenly, laughter exploded in the tent like thunder!

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha-!"

"Is this the girl that had the hound leaning over her? I think it's a pet dog!"

"Hahaha, no wonder I had to listen carefully, Thomas, this is so interesting!"

The laughter continued to rise and fall, echoing in the circular venue.

The noise lasted for nearly two minutes before it stopped.

Just like a big fish being put into a bucket, the fisherman cast out his fishing rod, calming his excitement and waiting for the next fish to be caught. The crowd gradually quieted down, waiting for the girl to speak for the second time.

She did so.

"…I, I'm Halida, my name was given to me by Mr. Mason Lyle…Woof woof!"

"Hahahaha!"

“It’s so funny!!”

Roland observed that the girl's cry was not an 'interpretation'.

When she made the strange sound similar to a dog barking, her face twitched for a moment.

"This is a disease, Roland."
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What disease causes dogs to bark?
"It's not necessarily barking. The person with this disease can't control it. They can't stop themselves from making strange noises, even if they keep their mouths shut."
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There is no cure, I guess.

"I don't know. Su Yue doesn't have it in her memory."

All in all, it was an interesting opening.

Shandel was very happy to see this, his thin neck stretched out and his two little hands turned red from clapping.

The woman named Halida, with a slightly darker complexion, began her speech intermittently, with laughter interrupting her speech several times. Then came a strange man in a costume with a tail. His face was covered with long golden brown hair, just like the name Halida introduced:
Lion-faced man.

He got down on all fours and performed a show for the audience by jumping through a ring of fire, and then ran to the edge of the field, roaring and scaring the children.

Afterwards, Roland saw the two-headed monster - a woman with two heads; the baby boy who could not cry - no matter how much he was slapped and yelled, he still kept smiling; Mr. Smith who never grew up - his face was full of wrinkles, he was about 40 years old, but not even as tall as the eight or nine-year-old children in the venue.

These peculiar people really deserve the name of 'freak show'.

When their interaction was over and the audience's energy was exhausted, the animal show began.

A lion that can actually go through a ring of fire, a parrot that can follow commands, a white rabbit that can run from one hat to another, and a bear cub that rides a unicycle.

Roland finally understood why the citizens were so looking forward to the Mud Ball Circus.

This is indeed a novel performance that has never been seen before.

As Mr. Smith comically walked around the venue with a tray in his hand, Roland threw down two copper coins along with the others.

The short man grimaced as the coins rained down on him, causing him to put his hands on his hips and get angry. But in the end, he dropped the copper tray and stamped his feet in anger.

This undoubtedly caused another wave of laughter.

A circus that lives up to its reputation.

"How's it going, Roland?" Shandel's face flushed. She had just thrown a copper coin down, but it hit the back of a boy's head. "They don't tour regularly. Maybe the next time we see them will be next year."

"It's great. I've never seen such an amazing performance... Did you see the woman with two heads?" The show ended in the afternoon. When the audience left the tent happily and discussed the show, the grass was already filled with tables and chairs.

Apparently, another part of the circus was well prepared.

Bread, wine, bacon, even roast chicken.

The price is slightly higher than the market price, but they can still make a lot of money.

Mason Lyle.

This is an absolutely shrewd businessman.

He arranged the newly appeared employees to be servants or sellers, so the audience lined up in long queues in front of each wooden cart according to their personal preferences.

Especially the girl with dark hair and silver eyes with a strong complexion and slightly darker skin: Miss Halida.

She was put in charge of selling the highest-priced wines.

As expected, the queue she was in charge of was the longest of all the wooden cars - well-dressed gentlemen and ladies paid a few coins with smiles on their faces just to see a moment of hideousness and embarrassment appear on her pretty and charming face.

And, listen to the uncontrolled barking of the dog.

"Two drinks."

“…Okay, okay woof…Okay…I’ll take you…woof…I’ll take you…”

Her expression twitched and she forced herself to smile.

From time to time, ladies filled with love would put a few more coins into the basket of the wooden cart, and the men also gave a lot out of pity.

When they left the tent, these rich people with jingling pockets began to judge themselves who had laughed before, and were very willing to pay a certain amount of money to "atone" for their "crimes".

Good business.

Shandel and Roland found a small wooden table to eat and drink, and the employees gradually dispersed.

The whole circus lasted quite a while. In addition to feeling hungry, some people also had an unspeakable feeling - there was no place on Hampstead Green for men and women to 'resolve their troubles': the gentlemen went to the woods on the side, while most of the ladies chose to be patient.

No one would wear a whalebone skirt to the circus - although this kind of skirt can quietly cover up the ladies' ugliness, but today, we can only endure it for the time being and drink less wine.

Or eat more bread that can absorb water?

"You should have more fun in your busy life, Roland." Shandel was in a very happy mood, and his voice jumped up: "If you want, how about we go to watch a boxing match next time?"

Speaking of being busy, Roland suddenly remembered the secret meeting.

The last two secret meetings were both led by Shandel, and she seemed to enjoy interacting with those people.

"Because they are stupid enough, isn't it interesting? Just like a scholar full of knowledge, facing those stupid people who can't even recognize all the words, watching them stumbling to read, those who know three words, despise those who only know two words..."

"It's so funny."

Roland asked her what happened at the party.

Shandel shook his head.

"There's nothing of value. I thought I could really buy cheap rare items or alien remains as the captain said..."

Roland thought for a moment and said, "I have only seen a few xenomorph remains, except for the silver-coated ceramic bullets. They are very precious, aren't they?"

"Because it's difficult to preserve," said Shandel.

Alien remains - this type of occult material is extremely difficult to preserve.

This involves the great art of "Xenology", and only those who master this kind of knowledge can preserve it to a limited extent - such as Enid Jutia.

Different species, different parts, different preservation methods.

Some needed to be soaked in pure silver and then stored in wooden boxes. Some needed to be exposed to the sun, or even soaked in animal or human blood before being buried in the ground.

This valuable knowledge is rarely shared.

And the fragments of the great art are priceless.

Roland had no interest in the remains of alien species.

What he wants is blood.

"Fresh blood... I can't think of any way to preserve it for a long time. It can't be like brewing wine." Roland chatted casually, slowly leading the topic to blood.

"Blood?" Xiandel glanced at Roland and replied casually, "Blood is much easier to preserve than other parts. I know there is a special thing that can keep liquids 'fresh' forever—"

The library lady gave her answer.

(End of this chapter)