A dimly lit tavern, three gruesome dead bodies, and a clown in a black and white mask hanging in the air.
"The Joker is hung by the mystic, but what she doesn't know is that the Joker is an acrobat who is very good at performing escapes."
All of a sudden, the dense threads strangling into the flesh and blood seemed to have a break.
Evelea hastened to say, "But this is not the stage for the show, Mr. Clown died silently in the chamber!"
The Joker, who had all but wrenched one hand free to come out, craned his head to look at her.
"You're annoying me!"
With a shake of the cuffs, three flying daggers appeared between his fingers, followed by a shake of the white gloves, no one could see his movements, and the flying daggers instantly disappeared.
Evelea, who had a flying knife in her chest, throat, and forehead, fell on her back.
Instantly resolving another interloper, the Joker sliced through the silk threads to break free of his bonds, twisting his joints with a slight force that immediately put them all back into place.
"Ka-ching!"
"Well, everyone who was in the way is dead, so you don't have to hide anymore, Chief Black Rose."
The clown squirmed a bit, then looked to the corner of the tavern.
But to his surprise, a clown stepped out of the shadows on each side, looking exactly like himself, and quickly turned back to the bar to find that the secret mage at the bar had also turned into himself.
"Oh, getting serious?"
Joker raised the corner of his mouth, "Secret puppet, illusion, teleportation..."
"You can only use the apprentice teleportation three times a day, and you used it twice so quickly... It's still five hours before dawn."
"And it's rumored that your secret puppet doubles have all been depleted in Loran, and you replenished two of them back so quickly... it looks like you're doing well in Celine..."
The three clowns also raised their mouths and shook their flying daggers out of their sleeves.
"Too slow, my throwing standards aren't that bad!"
Like an acrobat, the real clown caught eight flying daggers in an instant with his crossed arms, then twisted his body in the air again, his mask grinning a crack as he bit down on the last one.
He stood firm with unrivaled panache and raised his chin provocatively toward the three fake clowns.
"Ummmm, only 60% of my level, you'll lose your shoes to the audience if you go on stage like this."
But in the next second, the flying dagger he held between his fingers became something like a finger tiger, and there was a huge magnetic attraction coming from his hands, and it was hard to resist the "snap!" Closed with a bang, just as he struggled to separate, his mouth again came a slippery twist.
The flying knife in his mouth also turned into a green-colored viper, twisting and trying to burrow into his mouth.
Spitting out the blade he'd bitten in two, the Joker looked at the magnetized Fingerhook in his hand.
"That's how you turned into an astrologer and practiced deception back then, right? How did you feel about hacking that shipment of ＜star cores＞? You must not have known that it was an item to be traded with the Shadow Council at that time, right? Now that you're in this situation, do you often regret that you played with such a ridiculous illusion?"
Though his mouth spoke contemptuously, there was no trace of contempt in his heart.
The Joker, who had no means of undoing such shackles, suddenly drew a cloak from his waist and raised it, and his figure disappeared.
The secret puppet standing in the direction of the bar was suddenly pierced through the chest by a dagger, the blood-bubbling sharp blade emerging from his chest.
"Is this one fake too?"
"When was it replaced?"
Joker froze, then looked down at his chest in disbelief.
On his own body, the same injuries as the secret puppets sprang up, and even more frighteningly, the poison was conducted along with it.
"I... When did I become a double?"
The Joker, who had slaughtered 4 people in the tavern, ended up dying from his sneak attack and slowly fell to the ground dead.
After a long time, Loveland came out of the back kitchen with a calm face.
She has recovered 5 secret puppets instead of two...
The other side misjudged, so he died.
Buried with the pursuer are the burglar and the soothsayer, whom he has just met a few months ago.
Loveland gave a moment of silence for his fallen companions once again, then crouched down, intent on searching for loot.
But just then, the dead and undead Joker suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Turn... Shift..."
"Pfft!"
A stream of blood sprayed out of the Secret Mage's chest on the spot.
And the injuries on the Joker's body very magically disappeared.
With strength surging back within him, he quickly rolled over and stood up, not giving his opponent a chance to struggle, his dagger stabbed straight out, first piercing his opponent's spell barrier and then two consecutive jabs that strangled that soft heart to pieces.
The secret mage immediately stumbled and fell with blood spilling from his mouth, and the precious short staff of spellcasting rolled to the side with him.
After doing so, Joker wiped his cold sweat a bit arduously.
"That was close, even after knowing all the information about the opponent it was still such a tough fight, it's worthy of being a secret mage."
"But from now on, there will be no more Occultists in this world, and the Endbringer is a lone actor!"
He spread his hands and tilted his face up in mesmerization at a column of stage light that fell from the sky.
"Snap!!!"
Applause comes from outside as Eleazar walks in with an approving clap.
"Doubles, fake deaths, diversions, you are all masters of fraud!"
The Joker whipped his head around, "Which one are you?"
"I was in the audience for the second half."
Eleazar said to himself, walking into the fray and coming behind the bar, looking at the three flying daggers on the witch and slowly twisting his head.
"You did this?"
Joker took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his mask, laughing, "Lovers?"
"Tell you what, how about I put on a show about coming back from the dead so you can fulfill your last dying wish?"
Eleazar pulls out his flying dagger, slaps the dust off the witch, picks her up in a cross-body hug, and slowly walks out of the tavern.
"Hey ..."
The Joker, behind him, cocked his head and looked at him.
This kind of behavior is undoubtedly the same as someone getting up and leaving the stage just as the performance is about to begin.
It made him instantly furious!
The dagger that was glowing with blue light stabbed out fiercely at once!
Forged of constant gold, it is indestructible and unstoppable, coated with deadly poisons, capable of tearing through spell barriers and heavily damaging transcendent bodies.
The blade had just pierced through that jacket and was about to pierce the flesh and blood, infecting it with those drugless toxins.
But in the next second, the Hengjin-forged dagger let out a crunching sound and directly snapped.
"Ding~"
Joker stared daggers at Broken Blade. "You're wearing secret silver armor inside?"
Eleazar paused, inclined his head, gave him a cold look, and suddenly made a return turn, his whip leg turning into a residual shadow and kicking out sideways.
Like a long rainbow through the sky, the air made a popping sound, the tavern shook, while the clown who bore the brunt of it had horrified gazes, and wanted to dodge, but realized that he was simply too late.
"BOOM!!!"
A cloud of blood and flesh exploded in a splattering pattern, bone stubble exploding and splattering, a blur of blood and flesh spreading from the doorway to the bar, and several hardened skeletons and skulls embedded in the wall.
"I didn't want to bother you with faking your death, but as you can see, the man wouldn't relent..."
Eleazar inclined his head to the secret puppet standing frozen in the tavern, "Anyway, thanks for taking this guy in for a few months."
When he finished, stepping out of the tavern door, he took another look at the headless body sitting on the threshold.
"These dolls of yours are quite interesting, much more realistic than the ones I saw earlier."