All fell on their knees before Him, worshipped Him, praised Him, and praised Him!

Endless riches, lavish palaces, hordes of beauties......

Standing on the balcony of the palace, Kara shouted to the crowd of worshippers, "I am the king of the world!" ”

Suddenly, however, he found that his subjects were as expressionless as puppets, and the cheers were monotonous as noise, and that the palace was nothing more than a wooden shed painted with pastel......

Everything distorted and dissipated, and in the end only a thick dark fog remained.

Struggling with the darkness of the encirclement, Kara struggled to clear the clouds and wake up from her dream.

Kara woke up, and he knew she was awake before he could open his eyes.

Instead of the sulphurous smell and scorching sensation of lava he had expected, he lay on a cloud-like silk quilt with smooth silk sheets clinging to his body.

It was a pleasant feeling, and he had forgotten how long it had been since he had slept in his bed, and in the circus he slept either in a straw pile or on a wooden box, which was so small that it was a little too much for his dwarf stature to lie down, and his legs hung down on the outside of the box.

His "bedroom" was a tent in the animal cage, and he was either woken up by the kick of Captain Marcus, the roar of the lion Lane, or the pee of Bambi the elk.

Kara opened her eyes and saw a comfortable and luxurious hotel room, where illusionists could often intuitively tell whether they were awake or dreaming, and he knew that it was not a dream.

But he didn't understand why it wasn't a dream.

After he was deceived by the devil, the final destination of his soul must be a bottomless abyss, tormented forever in the flames of hell.

Kara has woken up to the fact that he has been deceived by the devil, and that there are countless text traps set by the devil in the agreement signed, and whether his plan to become the "king of the circus" succeeds or not, it will always be the cunning devil who profits.

"Are you awake? Mr. Carra. ”

A friendly male voice rang out, and Kara froze, and when she looked, she saw a young man with black hair.

Kara recognized the young man as he had helped Alley destroy the illusionary space that the illusionist had carefully constructed, knocking him to the ground with a single "shock punch", causing him to vomit blood and die.

"I'm not dead?" Kara asked, confused, "I remember ......"

"I moved a little." The young man winked at him: "There is such a big mess, so many people have died, the guards will definitely take you away, put you in prison, and let you rot inside." ”

"Who are you?" Kara stared at him alarmingly, "Why are you doing this, what are you going to do to me?" ”

After asking several questions in a row, he suddenly felt that these questions were nothing worth asking, and his nervous mood calmed down.

He is nothing more than a lowly and ugly dwarf who stenges with the stench of beast feces, who can only play zero-level tricks and demagogic light and shadow magic, and he can't earn 1 gold coin for a whole day of acting, which is not as high as the daily income of beggars in the port area.

For a man like him, what is there to worry about other than that a soul distorted by hatred and humiliation can sell for a few gold coins in the bottomless abyss?

"I'm Bredrow, I'm an artist."

The young man stood up, stroked the dwarf illusionist, and solemnly introduced himself: "I invite you here to join my creative team as a chief special effects artist, and to create a world-renowned work of art with us. ”

"Hahaha......" Kara laughed hysterically, "is this a new way to tease people?" You might as well just kick me in the ass and watch me roll on the ground with my ass covered, which will give you a lot more fun than verbal humiliation. ”

"Why is it that when I tell the truth, no one believes me?"

The young man who called himself Bredro shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "Mr. Cara, please don't be presumptuous, the illusionary space you have constructed is breathtaking, and it is exquisite. It's an extraordinary talent, but it's not being used in the right area. You are a piece of pure gold, and all you lack is a connoisseur of gemstones who have discovered and carved you. ”

Kara stared at Bredero for a long time, trying to see hypocrisy and contempt in that face.

He was very good at doing such things, and when the priest of the temple of Loshanda tried to preach to him, he saw through the deep contempt hidden behind his loving and forgiving face, but this time he failed.

He had never seen a face so calm and completely devoid of any mood swings.

"It looks like you don't believe me." Bredrow smiled and said, "I would like to recite the name of Safras, the god of prophecy, to prove that my invitation is sincere and true." ”

Kara lowered his head in thought, he looked up again, his emotions calming down, "Actually, I don't have a choice, do I?" I don't know if you're an artist or not, but I know very well that you're a powerful adventurer, and if I reject you, nothing will end well. ”

"You're overthinking." Bredero shook his head and said: "Even if you reject me, I will not be against you, I fully respect everyone's choice of fate, and will not use force to force others to do things for me." I have always believed that force cannot maintain a stable and harmonious cooperative relationship. Of course, your refusal will cause some twists and turns, but in the end you will still work for me, but not so well. ”

"Mr. Bredrow, I don't believe you." Kara smiled wryly, "But I really have no choice, even if you let me go, I won't be able to get out of Ascalella City, as you said, as soon as I show my face on the street, the town guards will throw me in prison and let me rot inside." ”

He muttered in despair: "Whatever you want to do to me, let me do it for you, let it be as you please, it is better than the soul being sold by the devils and the body being born maggots in prison." But before joining your so-called 'art troupe', I must make it clear that I created the fantasy space of the circus, most of which was with the help of the power of the illusion gems that the devil's contract exchanged, and now that the gems have been destroyed, I can no longer create such a realistic illusion world. ”

"Mr. Kara, you have made the wisest choice of your life, and I don't need you to create a real illusion space like a circus, as long as you try your best to manipulate light and shadow to reflect simple illusion patterns."

Bredrow patted him on the shoulder: "Trust me, you will achieve more than any mortal can achieve, and your legend will live on for generations because of the works of art created by our team." Even, one day, you will stand on top of the most magnificent temple in the world, shouting to countless worshippers: 'I am the king of the world!' ’”

"Say whatever you want, boss." Kara jumped out of bed, bowed to Bredero, and said, "As long as the rice is taken care of and the straw pile where she sleeps is drier, Kara the Clown has no complaints." Of course, boss, even if I had, I wouldn't dare let you hear it. ”

"Mr. Kara, please don't call me Boss, we are partners." Bledero's tone was very kind: "You can call me 'brother', 'boss', 'friend', 'buddy', I will borrow your talent, rely on your illusions, but I don't dare to put on a face and stand in front of you." ”

"Whatever you like, boss...... Big. Carla said, "Boss, if you have anything to do with Kara, just ask." ”

"Mr. Kara, you also know that your reputation is not very good right now......"

"Boss, I know, this name is no longer usable, just like the shadow thief changes his name every year and a half, please give me a new name too."

Bredrow nodded in satisfaction, praising Kara's interest and superiority, and the characters of the orderly and evil camp were relatively easy to deal with.

He thought for a moment, slapped his face, and said, "I thought of a good name, and I'm sure you'll like it too." ”

"Say it, I'll listen."

"Cameron."