The appearance of the Clown Troupe instantly restored Charlie Sirian's composure, which had been clouded by murderous intent.
The history of Commorragh had already proven one thing countless times.
That was: never provoke the Clowns!
These mentally unstable clowns did not care about your identity or status.
Anyone targeted by the Clowns would be found and killed, even if they hid in some corner of the galaxy!
Sacrifice?
No, the Clowns did not care about sacrifice.
In the eyes of the Clowns, everything they did was for that legendary, ethereal, mysterious final play!
In the space of a few seconds, a storm nearly erupted in Charlie Sirian's mind.
Alvin naturally noticed the shock that flashed through Charlie Sirian's eyes for a brief moment. He... seemed to have seen something unbelievable?
Alvin's gaze drifted toward the opposite side of the highest stands.
An Aeldari dressed in gaudy colors and a comical clown costume seemed to stand within the void of the shadows.
When the clown noticed Alvin's gaze, he very courteously removed his multicolored hat and bowed to him. On his deathly pale face, lips painted bright red curved upward in an exaggerated arc.
It looked like a smile, yet also like a cry.
Then the clown slowly withdrew into the shadows, as though he had never appeared.
"You... know them?"
Charlie Sirian noticed the clown's gesture of tipping his hat and bowing to Alvin, and his expression immediately turned rather unpleasant.
"The Clown Troupe? I only know a little about them." Although Alvin did not know why the Clown Troupe had targeted him, that did not stop him from putting on an air of mystery. With a meaningful smile, he said, "They're rumored to be an organization devoted to the Laughing God Xigaol, searching for the 'play' that can reveal