Meal Preparation

Demon Feast

It had always been held only before the circus's official performances, but this time it was being held outside the performance schedule. Clearly, in the Boss's eyes, this was a crucial moment—perhaps even more important than the official performance.

The "reform" the Boss had mentioned also gave everyone their own thoughts,

but the specifics of the reform would have to wait until after the Demon Feast. For now, the most important matter was deciding how to prepare the dishes.

At present, a "receptionist" was sitting on a roller coaster, making his way to Clown House with his heart in his throat.

He was one of the circus's lowest-level employees. When the circus opened, he was responsible for guiding the audience inside, explaining the rules, handing out the drinks and food provided by the circus, and handling other basic tasks,

According to statistics, only one out of every hundred receptionists might be promoted to Poker Face.

This receptionist was perfectly ordinary, yet today he had suddenly received an order from Poker Face to go to Clown House and inform the Clown Art, who had been in Secluded Cultivation, about the Demon Feast and the temporary meeting.

He was deeply puzzled. Shouldn't such matters be communicated directly between the main members? Why had a low-level employee like him been sent to deliver such important information?

Moreover, the person he was about to face was the most notorious clown in the circus.

Click~

The roller coaster arrived at the station.

Seeing the rows of Head Balloons lining the area in front of Chief Clown's house, he was so terrified that his entire body trembled and his legs went weak.

But strangely enough,

the illness he suffered from activated on its own. Red lupus sprouted all over his body, counteracting his fear.