"I will use the power of my soul to shatter the glass inside the ball." As he spoke, the magician who called himself a Spirit Medium reached out and lightly stroked the glass sphere. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his palm clenched sharply, as though he had grasped something from afar.
Under the gaze of all, the untouched glass began to tremble and sway... then, with a crack, shattered into fragments.
Jiang Xia looked at the fake Spirit Medium, then lowered his head to look at his own hands. "...?"
Several key members of the Magic Troupe took turns appearing, their all-but-miraculous little tricks dazzling the passengers.
The atmosphere in the carriage was at its peak, yet from one corner came a faintly discordant voice.
"You're so damn noisy. Stop pestering me." A magician with shoulder-length curls, dressed like a Western Prince, sat by the window with his chin propped on his hand. His face full of impatience, he waved off the manager beside him. "They're just a train full of country bumpkins. You can hook them with any random trick, so why do you insist on making me perform too?"
The manager said awkwardly, "But we already discussed the program with the train conductor. If he finds out we changed it at the last minute and is dissatisfied, making another reservation next time will be troublesome—just go up there and show them a little something. You'll definitely stun the entire carriage and become the brightest star of the theater troupe!"
"What do you mean, 'become'? I've always been the troupe's star performer." The magician shot him a sidelong glance and snorted. "Enough. Put away that flattery—I don't buy it. Instead of wasting time urging me, hurry up and find the Troupe Leader. That guy sure knows how to order