The Secret Blood Chamber

After thinking it over for a long while, Marquis Enwei finally created a special blood bag, collected all the scattered tickets from the ground, and brought them back to Emerald Manor.

"The other party's methods are quite novel and strange. I even suspect they've mixed in some non-plague-related extradimensional methods. The tickets are here anyway—what do you two think?"

Naste slowly descended through the air, speaking with a look of disdain:

"What's there to look at~? We're definitely not going!

"They haven't even started the performance, and they're already making things this strange. Are we supposed to walk right into a trap of our own accord? We have such a convenient base at the tannery, so why go out looking for danger?

"World Infection is about to be completed. We can't afford to have anything go wrong at this juncture.

"We'll just stay in the manor and see what this circus bunch is planning. If they attack us first, I wouldn't mind playing with them."

Graton held a huge roasted leg in one hand, tearing into it as he nodded. "I agree with Naste. There's no need to go looking for trouble. We're at a critical point right now."

"Hmm..."

Marquis Enwei was simply a little unwilling to let it go. He had only been tricked two days ago, and today the circus had been built directly beneath the tannery, even coming up with these tricks to mock him.

In the past, the crazed bloodfolk's True Nature would have driven the entire army to swarm over and swallow the circus in one bite.

"I'll go ask Boss for her opinion. You two keep watching the tents below."

Baron Grot's bizarre posture kept replaying in Marquis Enwei's mind.

He could not understand how the other party had managed to "flip" his