"Wait a minute, what does this smell like?" asked the clown, sniffing around with an exaggerated motion, a suspicious expression on his face, and full of wariness.

"Concealment Elixir, with the cooperation of concealment Elixir in this environment, is a good place to speak. Alfi raised the spray device in his hand, "If you're scared, I'll stop." “

"Is it really just a concealment potion?" the Joker grinned at Alfie, "Little one, as much as I admire you, it doesn't mean I can tolerate you being in the dark. ”

"Do you think I'm going to do something right under your nose, or do you think I'm one of those fools?" replied Elfie, calmly.

After listening to Alfie's answer, the clown stared at Alfie for a minute without moving, and the heavy oil paint on his face made it impossible for everyone to see the true expression on his face.

With Alfie's cunning performance in the past, no one would believe that he didn't play tricks in the hidden potion this time. While everyone was shocked by Alfie's boldness, they also secretly pinched a cold sweat for him in their hearts. This guy's courage is too great, isn't he afraid that the clown will find out and kill him?

Just when everyone began to wax Alfie in their hearts, thinking that he was in danger of escaping this time, the clown suddenly smiled, shook his hat and messy hair in a chic manner, with an expression that did not put Alfie in his eyes, waved his hand and said arrogantly: "You continue, continue! Even if you are playing ghosts, what can you do to me?"

"I can assure Alfie that he didn't play tricks, he just did it to prevent Cross, who was hiding in the shadows, from peeking into our conversation. Silent stepped forward and stood between the Joker and Alfie.

"I admire your courage, paladin. Now, how did you recognize that I was using shaping?" The clown looked around, then jumped onto the shoulders of the great troll warrior, crouched on it like a monkey, so that he could look Serent in the eyes, and then looked at him with interest.

"I saw it from the book. It states that the last master of the art was an Assassin of the Sanctuary. Celent said confidently. The texts that Bishop Flon asked him to read were not only related to the Holy See, but also many texts involving the secrets of many other races were torn off by Bishop Flon and mixed in with the texts of the Holy See for him to read and remember. He had long been vaguely aware of the deep meaning behind Bishop Flren's actions.

"I've long said that books aren't a good thing. The clown muttered, his mouth almost behind his ears, "It's a tragedy for the Assassin profession that the Shaping Technique, a physical technique tailored for assassins, has been recorded in so much detail in the books. But whatever, anyway, this kind of physical technique has been extinct in the mainland for a long time......"

"I say, Mr. Clown, don't you know that you're very heavy, and you just squat on someone's shoulder?" Zambit protested loudly, the clown's writhing ass was very close to his nose, Zambit was afraid that the clown would accidentally crash in his face—he wouldn't mind that, judging by the clown's madness. Even though Zambid couldn't possibly ask about the Joker's fart smell while wearing a gas mask, this is definitely the biggest insult to the Troll Warriors.

"Oh, do you have an opinion?" the clown glanced at Zambit, one of his legs turning into a sharp scythe that snuggled intimately into Zambit's throat.

"No, you can squat as long as you want. In the face of the naked threat, the great troll warrior had to bow his head and give way.

"I don't think you're that kind of idiot, either. The clown said satisfied, and his scythe-like leg affectionately stroked the skin on Zambit's throat, giving Zambit goosebumps.

The great Troll Warrior had probably never been so aggrieved, and he didn't dare to resist in the face of a threat. The Joker's mysterious and swift movements are really unguardable, and Zambit estimates that everyone present is no match for the Joker.

"To be honest, I really appreciate you, and if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to taste the taste of freedom. The Joker nodded at Alfie.

"So you're free?" Zambit asked cautiously, "Then why haven't you left?"

"What do you say?" asked the clown, smirking.

"I don't think you're asking for this false freedom. Alfie suddenly interjected.

"False freedom?hahaha! Very accurate!" the clown looked up and laughed, "Little one, I appreciate you more and more! What's your name?"

"Alfie, Alfi Inoch, is a bard. Alfie introduced herself, unfazed by the Joker's arrogance. Those who have the ability always have the capital of pride, at least from the current situation, the Joker's strength is enough to crush everyone present, and if he wants to, he will turn everyone present into fresh corpses in a matter of seconds.

However, the Joker did not do this, which is a thought-provoking thought, so Alfie insisted on mixing the concealment potion into the surrounding yellow smoke at the risk of being killed by the Joker, as a way to keep Cross out of prying eyes.

"Bard~ It's really a small strong profession that can't be killed, no matter at any time, there are always bugs like you. The clown didn't have a head or a brain.

"It is precisely because of our presence that the deeds of heroes and immortal legends will be known to the world, and the record of history will become colorful and not described by those historians as a backwater. Alfie replied calmly.

"That's a good point! Is there any wine, it's worth a toast!" the clown looked at Barnett, and the smell of wine on the old dwarf's body was like a star in the night sky even in the pungent yellow smoke, and it was impossible to ignore.

"Take it. The best tequila 'Mary's Blood'!" Barnett reluctantly took out a bottle of tequila and handed it over.

The clown nodded approvingly, took the bottle of Mary's blood, but instead of drinking it, he stuffed it into his arms: "I'm afraid this isn't your best wine, is it? ”

"Okay, okay. Barnett pulled out another bottle of Imperial brandy that had been scavenged from the ghost banquet and offered it with both hands, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked and the agility of the clown's nose could distinguish the smell of wine different from tequila, which he had been drinking lately, and only the most senior drunkard could smell the other wine from the strong tequila.

"What kind of wine is this?" the clown's eyes lit up when he saw the mellow color of the Imperial brandy.

"Imperial brandy, two thousand years old!" said Barnett, with a pained expression on his face, which he had cheekily begged for from Krees, and he himself was reluctant to drink.

"Two thousand years of aging, I didn't expect time to pass so quickly~" The clown showed a rare look of melancholy on his face.