Everyone looked around vigilantly for a while, but they didn't find anything unusual, except for Alfie, everyone thought that they were a little nervous.

"Even if those three prisoners left not long ago, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to get here so quickly, after all, the corridors were already filled with the Sorens Magic Grass, weren't they? Silent said, glancing at the Solrens Magic Grass outside the cage.

"What if those three prisoners also do the same retreat as Sorens Magic Grass, or maybe they and Sorens Demon Grass are simply a gang," Alfie didn't dare to take lightly.

"Roar, what a smart fellow, can you guess this?" an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded above everyone's heads, startling everyone.

"Who is it?" After hearing this unfamiliar voice, everyone looked up in the direction from which the voice came, only to see a figure hanging upside down at the top of the cage.

This is a peculiarly dressed clown with a short stature. The clown is dressed in a colorful costume and wears a colorful puff hat, and his entire face is painted a miserable white with oil paint, except for the round nose that is painted scarlet, and a pair of eyes are painted in red and blue around the eyes.

At this moment, the clown was hanging upside down from the ceiling of the cage, clasping his hands and smiling treacherously at the crowd, a large mouth of scarlet blood that was unusually exaggerated, almost grinning behind his pointed ears, revealing his crooked and crooked yellow teeth that were decayed.

"Isn't this a clown? Could it be that there was a circus in the dungeon?" Zambit said half-jokingly after seeing the man in front of him. The great troll warrior didn't feel the slightest threat from the clown in front of him, which is why he was so presumptuous.

"Yes, yes, I'm a clown. I hope you enjoy my performance!" the clown rolled over and fell from the ceiling to the ground, pointing at Zambit with a slightly crazy look on his face.

"Mr. Clown, I'm afraid it's not a good time to make a joke. Alfi replied stiffly.

When the clown landed, he pulled out a comb and a mirror, and began to carefully handle his hair loose outside his hat in front of the mirror.

After hearing Alfie's words, the clown combed his hair a few times unhurriedly, and then reluctantly removed a pair of small but attentive eyes from the mirror and stared at Alfie, as if he wanted to see Alfie's true face through a gas mask.

"Are you envious of the gas mask on my face? I can give you one if you don't mind. Alfie saw a trace of murderous intent in the clown's eyes in a trance, but when she looked closely, there was only banter and madness in her eyes, which made Alfie feel very uncomfortable, so she took out a gas mask from the spatial ring and asked.

"Oh~ What a kind person. The clown politely declined in a loud voice that didn't match his thin figure, "But thank you, this thing will cover up my beauty that can compete with the two moons!"

"Beauty?" Zambit had a vomiting expression on his face, "If the Red and Blue Twin Moons have your beauty, I'm afraid the Ariat Continent has been ruled by the demons!"

"Very well said. I appreciate your sense of humor. Unfazed by Zambit's sarcasm, the clown applauded him with a praising face.

"Do you think this guy's brain is a little abnormal?" Barnett asked little Katie next to him in a low voice.

Little Katie shook her head in fear and didn't speak, although the clown had been quite "amiable" so far, little Katie could feel the crazy clown constantly exuding a dangerous aura before the others.

"It's not a good habit to speak ill of others behind your back!" the clown suddenly disappeared from everyone, and ghostly appeared next to Barnett, who was about his height, shaking his slender index finger and grinning at him.

"Y-How did you get here?" Barnett was half awakened in an instant. He didn't even see how the clown suddenly appeared in front of him. If the Joker was now shaking not a finger in front of him, but a dagger, Barnett believed that he had now become a corpse.

"I just jumped over with a whoosh. The clown was afraid that he couldn't say it clearly, so he made a gesture of jumping, "How is it?

"Well, you're really agile. Seeing the clown's expression like a child's desire for candy, Barnett said in a cold sweat.

"Uh-huh, thanks for the compliment. But be careful, don't speak ill of others behind your back!" warned the Joker, with a kind smile on his face, bringing his face close to Barnett's. His oil-painted nose was almost tightly embraced by Barnett's rosacea.

At the same time, the Joker gently lifted Barnett's chin with that index finger. A chill came from his chin, and Barnett felt that the clown was holding a sharp dagger against his throat.

Barnett's guess was not wrong at all, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, the clown's index finger mysteriously turned into an extremely sharp dagger, and the slightest chill and killing intent from it quickly dispelled everyone's original speculation that it was an illusion.

The thought quickly crossed Rebecca's mind. It is a long-lost physical technique that is said to be able to shape any part of the body into any weapon when cultivated to an advanced level, and then launch an unguardable attack from any angle.

As far as Rebecca knows, the last Master of Shapercraft was a Sanctuary-level Assassin during the Great War, but the Assassin suddenly disappeared at the end of the Great War, and there are rumors that the Assassin lost his hand during an assassination attempt against a big man, and there are also rumors that the Assassin died in a war, but one thing is for sure that the Shaper was completely lost after the Assassin's disappearance.

"Sculpting!" Sellant blurted out in exclamation, and it seemed that besides Rebecca, he also recognized this strange physical technique.

"It was a surprise. There are still people who can recognize this kind of physical technique at a glance. I thought that this kind of physical technique had long been forgotten by the people of the Continent of Eliad. The Joker gave Barnett a warning glance and withdrew the dagger, which reverted to its finger shape as he lowered his hand.

"Even though it has been lost, its brilliance has left a strong mark on the history of the continent of Eliat and will not be lost with the passage of time. Seeing that Celent didn't know how to answer for a while, Alfie answered in time.

"Well said, I really appreciate you, little one. The clown listened to Alfie's compliments and clapped wildly for a full minute before stopping.

After receiving the clown's compliment, Alfi nodded slightly, then took the spray device and began to spray the concealment potion into the yellow mist again.