"Friend from afar, are you lost?"

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

Turning towards the source of the sound, the monk saw a thin man in a black swallowtail tuxedo walking towards 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 interior 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.

"Black Sheep Z-Sheep!"

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.

A dense drumbeat resounded from deep within the tent.

The girl, nicknamed Black Sheep, untied the knot in a rope hanging from a high place, grabbed the wooden stick tied to one end of the rope, and jumped off the ten-meter-high platform.

Watching the graceful figure gliding through the air, Todd suddenly realized that a famous acrobatic act from his past life had come to mind.

Trapeze.

The rope swung from one end of the tent to the middle.

When his strength was exhausted, Black Sheep released the wooden stick and, using the remaining momentum, leaped into the air. His graceful body first did a somersault in the air, then stretched out his body with his back down and face up. After a brief period of hovering in the air, his body began to fall.

At that moment, another rope, tied with a wooden stick, swung towards the center from the darkness.

However, the stick was more than five meters away from the black sheep's hand!

The girl's body began to fall rapidly toward the ground, the wooden stick getting further and further away from her.

Startled by the sight, Todd stood up straight and instinctively shouted, "Watch out!"

The black sheep's fingers twitched.

The next second, the girl's body disappeared into the darkness.

Todd thought he was seeing things, so he rubbed his eyes, and his falling body really had disappeared!

A huge cheer erupted from the crowd, and the boy looked up. Sometime during the night, Black Sheep grabbed the distant wooden stick above his head, swung to the other end of the tent, and landed on the high platform there.

The monk, still shaken, sat back down, the scene replaying in his mind.

Next, as the knot swayed from side to side, the black sheep's figure appeared and disappeared in the air. Sometimes it suddenly appeared high in the sky while falling, and sometimes it teleported to the right while doing a left somersault.

Todd watched the performance above him, touching the bridge of his nose in deep thought. Black Sheep was undoubtedly a member of the mutants, but this teleportation-like ability was far too bizarre. Judging from its interaction with objects, it shouldn't be an illusion or afterimage, but genuine instantaneous teleportation.

The acrobatic girl's performance was drawing to a close. With each swing and flash, her body reached the top of the tent.

With its long legs wrapped around the lower end of the winch, the black sheep, hanging upside down, looked down at the audience below, who looked like tiny insects. A smile appeared on its lips as it relaxed its body and fell headfirst from a height of twenty meters.

The girl falling from the sky disappeared again after a few seconds.

A small pebble hit the wooden plank next to Todd, and a faint fragrance wafted into his nose. Turning his head, he saw the girl, like an angel descending from heaven, landing beside the monk.

She gently lifted Todd's hood.

The boy was finally able to see her face up close: black hair, black eyes, and light gray eye circles. Her beautiful face was painted with thick colors; one side of her mouth was painted crimson, curving upwards to reveal a smile; the other side of her cheek was painted with a single, vivid, almost lifelike tear, suppressing a deep sadness.

Black Sheep looked at the messy hair on the other person's head, stretched out her fair little hand, and stroked it incessantly, her face beaming with smiles.