Walking along the circus path, unlike Huggins who kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, Edgar was like a little tour guide who had opened his mouth. He knew everything about every performer, every stall, every kind of juggling, and every snack.

Noticing the curious looks on the monks' faces, the lively, eleven or twelve-year-old boy scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Because I'm fast, I can sneak out of the monastery to watch almost every circus performance in the city, no matter how far away it is. But before, I didn't have any money, so even when I got here, I could only watch the open-air performances from afar. If the guards at the tent performances were lax, I would try to sneak in. But now it's different! I have this!"

Edgar untied his money pouch from his waist and waved it in the air as if to show off, the sound of silver and copper coins clinking together crisply and pleasantly.

Holding the reward he earned from refining silver, the arrogant expression on the child's face reminded Todd of those spoiled brats from his past life who flaunted their family's wealth outside.

Rolling his eyes and sighing, Huggins was about to give the brat a flick on the forehead when a figure flashed past him, causing him to freeze and stare blankly.

"I have something to attend to first, so I'll have to go ahead."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man squeezed into the crowd and disappeared instantly.

Todd was dumbfounded and quickly called out, "Hey! Hey! Where am I supposed to go now?!"

Suddenly, I felt someone tugging at my clothes. I turned my head and looked.

Edgar pointed to himself with a smug look: "I know where I'm going!"

Looking at the other person's confident expression, Todd suddenly had a bad feeling.

As expected.

Five minutes later, the little brat ran off, leaving behind the words, "Wow, Medea's exclusive show!" "Big oaf, you take Todd to find the Black Sheep, I want to see this!"

Watching Edgar's departing figure, Todd and Jerry exchanged a glance, their faces darkening. The silly, goofy smile on Jerry's face completely shattered Todd's hope.

"Friend from afar, are you lost?"

A dry, hoarse voice came from the shadows of the tent.

Turning his head toward the source of the sound, the monk saw a thin man in a black swallowtail tuxedo walking toward him.

The upper half of his face was covered by a mask, while the lower half was pale and bloodless.

Behind the masked man, two beautiful girls who looked exactly alike held up a huge parasol with tassels, shielding him from all the surrounding light.

Todd took a small step back and looked warily at the person who had spoken to him: "Who are you?"

The man bowed slightly, placing his left hand on his right chest, and said, "Please forgive my rudeness. I am the ringmaster of this small circus. I just overheard your companions saying they were going to find the black sheep?"

The boy took another half step back, his doubts growing. A parasol in the middle of the night, claiming to be the ringmaster of a circus, and even offering to give him directions?

In my past life, I would have thought I was one of those swindlers selling fake medicine on the street.

The man awkwardly shrugged at the other person's wary demeanor, then turned to the side and pointed to the largest tent in the center of the circus, saying, "The black sheep you're looking for is over there."

Watching the two monks walk further and further away, the man took out an exquisitely crafted silver file from his robes and carefully filed his nails, muttering to himself, "The Holy Son protected by the Holy Father..."

It might not be obvious from a distance, but once you get closer, Todd realizes just how enormous this tent, situated in the center of the circus, truly is. Compared to it, the other performance tents look like dwarfs standing next to giants.

The entrance ticket cost ten bronze stars, several times the price of other tents. Yet, a steady stream of visitors poured in, their faces beaming with joy and anticipation, making it seem as if they truly didn't care about the price.

Is the performance here really that good?

With these questions in mind, Todd led Jerry into the tent.

Choosing a secluded spot near a corner, the boy looked around, observing everything. The setup was somewhat similar to the circus tent from his previous life, but the facilities were much more rudimentary. The seats were merely makeshift wooden platforms, and the railings were just cheap haystacks. The only thing that caught his eye was the tent's height. Roughly estimated, it was over twenty meters high.

As the audience took their seats, the firelight inside the tent gradually dimmed, and the curtain at the entrance was slowly lowered.

To To Todd's surprise, in the darkness, that familiar hoarse voice rang out again: "We firmly believe in the coming of the Gospel, the great moment is about to arrive. The holy virgin holds the lamp, the merciful Savior comes to earth!"

One torch after another was lit in the air, illuminating the space overhead as if it were daytime.

As the light came, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old appeared on a platform ten meters high.

Because of the distance, her features were not clearly visible. Her long, jet-black hair, a rarity in the Middle Ages, was braided and flowed in the wind; her black and white lace-up bodysuit accentuated her slender figure; the sequins and pendants on her clothes reflected the firelight, gorgeous yet not gaudy; her small, snow-white feet stood crossed.

The audience erupted in cheers like a tsunami, and many men stood up and rushed to the railing, shouting words of praise into the air.

Todd shrank back and looked up at the girl in the air.

It must be my imagination... The other person seemed to be staring intently at my location, and even winked mischievously.